“Yes, Daddy. Yes, Daddy,” I whimper, writhing under the storm, putting my tongue out to catch the precious droplets. His teeth are clenched in pain, his knuckles white as he jerks over and over and over, his big chest heaving. He’s glorious.
“Mine now,” he grits out, shooting his male mixture onto my breasts. “Mine now!”
Seemingly depleted, Aiden falls sideways onto the bed, leaving me gasping up at the ceiling for air. His hoarse, labored breaths join with mine in the room, making beautiful music, and slowly his hand reaches down and brushes over my hair reverently.
“Lola.”
I can’t answer. I’m too busy trying to fill my lungs.
“Lola,” he says with increasing alarm, his concerned face appearing over mine. “Tell me that was okay. Tell me I didn’t do something wrong. Christ, I didn’t hurt you, did I?” He finds his discarded T-shirt and carefully wipes my face and breasts, then tosses it aside, gathering me into his warm body like a child. “I don’t know what happens to me when we touch, baby. I forget to treat you like a lady.”
“I love it,” I whisper, nuzzling my cheek into his chest hair. “Don’t you dare stop.”
His voice is fervent against my temple. “Stay with me forever and I won’t.”
My eyes fly open at his words. For a little while, I forgot that Aiden and I need to remain temporary. Come morning, I won’t be able to fantasize that our relationship can go further than just one night. But maybe…maybe I can play pretend for just a while longer…
And hope against hope that I can walk out of here with my heart intact.
5
Aiden
My heart is going to beat out of my chest.
I’ve already fallen so deeply in love with Lola, my athlete’s mentality is kicking in. I’m panicking because, just like before a hockey game, I don’t want to lose. Unlike hockey, though, I don’t know what winning with Lola is supposed to look like.
Do I follow every single urge my heart throws at me?
For instance, we’re climbing into a hot shower right now, but I want to drop down on my knees and kiss her toes, kiss her knees, pray to her like she’s a goddess. Is any of this normal?
My chest feels like it’s on fire and I can’t seem to stop touching her. Any part of her naked skin I can get ahold of, my palms skim over eagerly. Her pale, little backside. Those hollows in between her neck and shoulders. Her adorable nose. I don’t know how I’m ever going to be able to concentrate again if she’s around. Every inch of her is a distraction.
Is that a freckle on her tummy?
Oh my God. How is she so perfect?
I have to get her pregnant.
I need to.
There is nothing in this world that could make me regret coming in her sweet, suckling mouth except that I missed a chance to make our first baby. Jesus, what she did to me. What she let me do to her. I fucked her mouth like it was a pussy and all she did was moan and yank harder on my ass cheeks.
A groan works its way up my throat.
Am I going to come just thinking about it?
She gave me the best goddamn orgasm of my life five minutes ago and my cock has already hoisted the fucking mainsail again, eager to do some more plundering.
No, Aiden. I have to wait.
I’m worried if I give myself the green light again so soon, it’s going to be more of the same. A beast attacking its prey. She deserves better than that. I have to remember she’s a lady and treat her like one, even if my dick is already full to bursting again. This is the woman I’m going to marry. She’s going to be the mother of my children and I need her to love me back, dammit.
How the hell do I do that?
I follow Lola into the steaming shower while looking down at my calloused hands, as if they hold the answers. I’m quickly distracted by the picture she makes under the hot spray, her red hair plastering to her wet back, the water streaming down her spine and over her tight butt. She whimpers and tips her face toward the silver nozzle, her hands raking up her ribcage, over her tits and into her hair. I’m positive I’m standing here like a drooling simpleton, but I don’t know what else to do. She’s so fucking pretty.
“Aiden?”
My cock smacks off my belly when she says my name. “Yeah?” I croak.
“You play for the Brooklyn Bison…is that where you live? Brooklyn?”
“No, I’m in Manhattan. Downtown. But…” I sigh and pick up the soap, slowly lathering it in my hands. “Photographers are camped at the curb outside my building right now. The scrapes I get into on the ice don’t always go viral like this last one. That’s why I’m worried.”
Lola turns and I’m momentarily tongue tied at the up close view of her mouthwatering tits—and don’t even get me started on that little, red snatch. My senses are so scrambled; I almost take a bite out of the soap in my hands. “You’re worried the league will be harsher on you because the fight was so public?”
“Yeah.” I put the soap on the ledge and run my hands along the slope of her shoulders, down to her sexy tits, kneading them. Gently. Like a lady needs. “It doesn’t matter if I’m the best player in the league, the games need to be family friendly or they sell less tickets. My manager booked me at the last second for the baking show, thinking it might prove to the league I’m committed to improving my image.”
My touch is making her breathe heavily, maybe even distracting her from our conversation, and I love knowing I’m capable of doing that. “I, um…um. That’s nice.” I thumb her nipples and her eyelids droop slightly. “What if you apologize?”
I frown. “Huh?”
“Apologize to the guy whose nose you broke. And the fans, too. On social media.”
“Like Twitter?”
“Sure.” She takes my wrists and backs up, so the shower spray is hitting my chest and rolling downward. If I’m not mistaken, I think maybe Lola is hot to get me wet. So she can ogle my muscles. Damn, I hope so. They’re all hers. She slides her fingers into my chest hair, raking her nails up and down my pecs, turning my cock to engorged steel. This must be fucking paradise. “A public apology would go a long way,” she murmurs. “Didn’t your manager suggest it to you?”
“He probably assumed I’d never go for it. I’m not really the apology type.”
Lola shrugs. “You might be mean, but deep down, you’re just a big sweetie.”
My face warms. Am I blushing?
What the hell is this woman doing to me?
I don’t know, but she can never stop. Ever.
“You make me want to be better,” I say, swallowing hard. “To be worthy of you.”
“Worthy of me?” She seems to be holding her breath, looking up at me through her eyelashes. “I’m a runaway show girl.”
I grasp her arms. “You are my heaven. And I’m going to figure out how to be yours.”
“Aiden…” she whispers, reaching up to cup my jaw. She looks like she wants to say more, but instead, she goes up on her toes and offers me those steamed up lips. I’m incapable of doing anything but fusing my mouth with Lola’s, drawing hard on the kiss, before breaching the barrier of her lips with my tongue. Ohhhh. My God. She melts against me, trapping my dick between our slippery bodies and I lap at her, our slick lips dancing together, tongues twining with mounting hunger. My hands ache for contact with her skin, even though I’m already touching her. There is never enough, but I attempt to feel as much of her as possible, running my palms down her arched back, over her smooth ass, hips, thighs, arms.