Chapter Seven

 

“Hey, sugar.” Todd slung his arm over my shoulder and pulled me close. His breath smelled of beer and he leaned his weight on me a little too much.

“I’m fine, a bit tired. Maybe it’s time to go.”

“Go? But the party’s just starting,” he said. “We’re heading downtown, to a private club. Do you wanna come?”

My body was weary, my feet ached for real. I was longing for some quiet time, away from all the new people I’d met. My tolerance for polite conversation had been just about used up. “No, I’m ready to flop.”

“Come on, it’ll be fun,” Dustin, the goalie, said, brushing his hand over his closely cropped black hair. “We can dance all night.”

“I’m gonna take Fiona home,” Raven said, narrowing his gaze on Todd. “I’m not in the mood for a club and I don’t think she is, either.”

“She’s my date,” Todd said, puffing up his chest and banging his bottle on the table. “And I want to take her to a club.”

“She’s my physical therapist,” Raven grunted. “And she doesn’t wanna go to a club with you.”

“Ah, yes of course, and whatever you say goes, plus you’re no doubt due some treatment.”

Raven made a low, growling sound. His nostrils flared and he leaned over Todd. “You’re out of line. Go drink coffee.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Todd looked at me, reached out and took my hand, pressed his lips to my knuckles. “Are you okay going back with Raven? I feel I should take you.”

“No, don’t be silly. We’re going the same way, for heaven’s sake.”

His eyes sparkled and his mouth curled into that sexy-as-hell, cute-as-a-button smile. “Yeah, I guess, but I’ll call you tomorrow, okay?”

 

 

We took a cab back to Raven’s place, and when I stepped into the silence of the hallway, I let it wrap around me like a silken sheet.

Raven didn’t speak. He went into the kitchen and, after abandoning his sling, set about making coffee.

I leaned against the table and watched the graceful way he moved. For such a big guy, he held himself lightly and I was pleased to see his spine and shoulders were relaxed. It was a sign the new exercises, hydrotherapy and acupuncture were working. But I had one more trick up my sleeve.

“I’m going to blend some healing oils and give you a sports massage,” I said. “Let them do their work on your muscles and tendons overnight.”

He turned to me, a dark expression on his face. “That sounds like a promise,” he said in a low rumble.

My belly fluttered in anticipation of carrying out my plan. “It is. You go do those stretches I showed you this morning and then come up to my room. But don’t be too long.”

One side of his mouth curled and his eyes flashed. He turned back to the task of making coffee.

With supersonic speed, I raced through the shower, slathered yummy new coconut body cream over myself and let my hair down so it fell in a riot of wild, red kinks over my shoulders. Brushed my teeth and applied a slick of lip balm. I put on a lacy black bra and panty set and wrapped a robe around my body. I hoped Raven liked black lace.

My next job was to dim the lamps and light a dozen scented candles around the bedroom. I wanted the ambience just right to give Raven the best damn massage of his life. He deserved to be cared for. From what Carly had said, he’d been battling alone and in pain for too many months. Not just physical but also emotional. That shouldn’t happen to anyone, least of all someone who couldn’t sleep at night unless they knew the people he cared for were happy and content.

Shadows on the desktop flickered as I concocted the perfect oil to rub into his aching muscles—a mixture of lavender, chamomile and fennel.

No sooner had I shaken the bottle and set it by the bed than the door swung open.

His wide shoulders almost touched the doorframe as he stood there, silhouetted. My heart thudded and my breath caught in my throat. He was wearing just his pants and they sat low on his hips. The shimmering light in the room caressed his chest. His abs were taut and etched a wall beneath his flesh.

In that moment my heart swelled. He was tough and big. He’d been mean and infuriating. But he was also a man struggling to get his career and future back on track, and suddenly, all I wanted to do was make him feel good. And make him see that he had something other than hockey in his life.

I wanted him to make me feel good, too. And I did, when he touched me, looked at me. When he was with me, I felt like everything was right. It had switched from wanting to shake him to wanting to lick him all over. I felt quite delirious, quite dizzy with the turnaround.

“Lie on the bed,” I said, “on your stomach.”

“Yes ma’am.” He shut the door and sauntered in, his presence instantly changing the vibe of the room to one of sexy masculinity.

“And strip down to your briefs.”

He shucked his pants off as he walked, revealing snug black Armanis. He lay down on the bed, carefully resting his arms down by his sides and turning his face on the pillow.

My iPhone and speaker was ready to go on a series of mellow classical tracks, so I hit play then dropped my robe to the floor.

His attention was on me as I went to the side of the bed and reached for the oil. “It smells good in here,” he said, dropping his gaze down my body.

“It’s the candles, they’re vanilla.”

“You look good, too,” he said, starting to shift toward me.

“No, stay still. We need to do this first.” I held up my palm.

“You’re such a stickler for the rules.”

“My rules are making you feeling better, though, right?”

“Yeah, I guess.”

“Good, now close your eyes and let me do my job.”

Touching him is my job. Boy, am I a lucky girl.

His mouth tightened and for a moment I was sure he was going to disobey me. But then he shut his eyes and sighed.

Straddling his upper thighs, my legs folded and my crotch just below the bottom rise of his buttocks, I rubbed my hands together to warm them. Though it probably wasn’t necessary, I was feeling pretty damn hot. Having two hundred pounds of hard hockey-player muscle between my legs was clearly good for my circulation.

“You ready for the oil?” I asked.

Grunt.

Carefully I dripped the clear liquid down the length of his spine. The little puddles pooled and sparkled in the candlelight.

“I’m going to touch you now,” I whispered, tipping forward and resting my palms on his scapula.

I felt a long, low breath leave his lungs before they refilled deeply. I began to sweep and spread the oil over his acres of perfect skin. Careful of his shoulder and being sure not to put any undue weight on the joint, but at the same time, smoothing the oil into every horse, wolf and bird on his tattoo.

His breathing remained steady as I worked my way down his spine, the calming effect of the oil settling my nerves too, as I inhaled its sweet scent.

When I reached his legs, I shuffled to the side of him. Paid attention to his left leg and then his right. It was when I touched the back of his right that I noticed his spinal column tense.

“This where it bothers you?” I asked quietly.

“Yeah,” he muttered, not opening his eyes. “But not all the time, just when I twist.”

“How come you didn’t say anything to your medics or coaches?” I was busy feeling the tendons and muscles. There was possibly some inflammation laterally but nothing major.

“Because it’s pathetic. It should be better by now.”

“People heal at different rates. You’ve got some strapping big muscles down here and when your cruciate tore, it ripped against itself. Stands to reason it was a worse injury than someone with puny muscles.”

I noticed his fists relax. “I knew you’d understand.”

“You did?”

“Yeah, when I first met you, back in Cardiff. It was just the way you were, professional and calm and nonjudgmental.”

“Why would I judge a sport injury that’s taking its time to recover?”

“Because it’s me, Raven Starr, best damn defenseman in the league. I had to prove that I still was and that meant getting back on the ice damn quick and doing my stuff quicker and better than everyone else.”

“Mmm, well, it didn’t do you any favors, keeping quiet like that. But I think this oil will help and the hydrotherapy exercises definitely will. They’ll build the muscle back up to the strength it was before the repair if you stick with them.” His legs were so thick and solid. The oil had slicked his body hair down and made his beautiful golden skin glow. “And some more acupuncture tomorrow. It all adds up and hopefully we’ll get you back on the ice feeling one hundred percent fit within a month or so.”

I moved up again, slicked the oil over his back and shoulders. “Why do you keep your hair so long?”

“Why not?”

“It’s unusual, that’s all.”

“It’s part of me. My hair is an extension of my body and senses, it gives me strength. Why would I cut it off?”

“What, like Samson and Delilah?”

Suddenly he shifted, rolled over and reached for me. “Yeah, just like Samson and Delilah.”

I gasped as the back of my head hit the soft pillow. Reaching out, I put my greased palms against his pecs and stared up into his eyes. They were on fire, dark and dangerous. His nostrils flared and a small muscle flexed in his jaw. “Raven? What—?”

“Enough treatment, enough talking,” he said. “I’m going to touch you now.”
He kissed me, firmly and with a sense of promise of what was to come. Damn fine promises that made my knees go weak even though I was lying down.

I threaded my hands through his hair and allowed the silken strands to fill my slippery fingers. Chased for his tongue the way he was playing with mine. My heart was thumping and my pussy flooding.

“Ah, you’ve got me so damn hard,” he said, glancing down at my breasts heaving against the constraints of my bra. “No one has, not like this, not for a long time. I feel like I’ll never get enough of you. And it’s all happened so fast, I wasn’t expecting it.”

I couldn’t answer because he was kissing me again, at the same time exploring my body, slipping his fingertips into my bra and tweaking my nipples. I turned thought over to sensation, breathed in deep and relished every caress, every kiss. This side of Raven, the one that harnessed all that grumping and switched it into passion, was so much easier to put up with.

My underwear was gone now. How he’d done it as he’d kissed and stroked my breasts was a mystery.

“You got any condoms in here?” he asked suddenly.

“Yes, in my purse, on the bedside table.”

He shifted. For a second I was about to stop him putting weight on his shoulder, but then realized if it was painful, he instinctively wouldn’t.

Stop it, Fiona, be his lover not his physiotherapist.

After plucking a silver-wrapped condom from my purse, he sat back on his haunches. His briefs were gone and his cock sprang upward, meaty and solid, the shaft twisted with heavy veins.

With practiced efficiency, he rolled the latex down. My fingers twitched to touch him. I wanted to get my hands on his beautiful cock. I’d yet to actually grasp it even though it had brought me to a wonderful orgasm that morning.

His gaze scanned my naked body as I lay there watching him. “How’d I get so damn lucky?” he muttered, looming back over me.

“I was thinking the same thing,” I whispered, brushing my lips over his and spreading my legs so he could position himself between them. Suddenly I couldn’t wait another second. I had to feel his cock in my hands I reached down between our bodies and grasped him, squeezing until I could feel his pulse on my palm.

He sucked in a breath. “Ah fuck,” he breathed.

“You are hard,” I murmured, stroking up the length of him then pushing back down. “Gloriously hard.”

“And it’s all for you, Pumpkin, so do what you want with it, but just be gentle if you need me to last more than a few minutes.”

“I want you inside me,” I said, positioning the wide, mushroomed head at my entrance. “I want you to make love to me, make me feel the way you did this morning.”

“And how was that?” He groaned as I shifted my hips and took the first inch of him into my body.

I snatched in a breath and willed my pussy to relax. “Good, oh so damn good, and adored, and special.” My words were snapping out staccato. “And like I was going to need peeling from the ceiling.”

“Ah, baby, that was just a warm-up, this is going to be even better, ’cause this time I’m going to be able to look into your eyes when you come. See how good I really make you feel.” He curled his coccyx under and sank deep, forcing me to release his shaft as he buried to the hilt.

“Oh, oh, oh,” I gasped, clamping my hands over his taut buttocks. “That’s so deep, so fucking deep.”

“You like that?” He cupped my face between his hands. Calluses rubbed my cheeks.

“Yes, you’re so…I don’t think I’ve ever…”

“What?” He gave another jerk forward, shoving up against my womb and stretching every fiber of my channel to capacity.

“Oh God, Raven, so, so…” I fluttered shut my eyelids.
“No, stay with me. Open your eyes.”
It was a battle but I did it. “I’ve never been with anyone so…big,” I managed.

An expression that looked distinctly like pride mixed with intense concentration crossed his face. “But you feel so right around me, like we were made for one another.” He brushed the pads of his thumbs over my cheeks, held my face still and kissed me, slowly, intensely, all the time rocking his hips and shifting his cock within me. The way his pubic bone began rubbing against my clit was toe-curlingly delicious, and I hooked my legs around his thighs and hung on for the blissful ride.

Before long my orgasm was growing, building up inside me. Beautiful and deep, it captured every nerve in my pelvis. I became less able to kiss him back, my energies focusing on the explosion about to detonate in my pussy.

“Keep your eyes open,” he whispered breathlessly into my mouth. “When I make you come, keep your eyes open and look at me.”

“I-I don’t know if I can.”

“Yes, yes you can.” His voice was gruff and breathless. He tightened the hold he had on my face.

I reached for his upper arms and gripped him as our sweat-slick bodies slid against each other. My heart was trip-hammering and I stared into the depths of his eyes— pupils so wide, eyebrows pulled low in concentration.

“That’s it. Come for me. Come now.”

That was all it took. A gruff order. My orgasm was blinding and instantaneous and robbed my breath. But I kept on staring up at him, even as my body free-fell through pleasure.

“Fucking beautiful,” he groaned, baring his teeth and thrusting into me as though he just couldn’t get deep enough.

My huge wave of sensation went on and on as Raven filled the condom. Now it was my turn to stare into his eyes and see bliss flood his soul, watch that sweet desperation devour him as he trembled and shook.

His cock throbbed and pulsed against my still spasming pussy but finally he slowed his rocking. “Oh Jesus, that was so intense,” he gasped.

Sweat shone on his forehead and I brushed his hair to one side and gently kissed him. “It was perfect.”

He swallowed tightly and crushed me closer. “I feel like you’ve put a spell on me with all your voodoo needles, candles and oils. I’ll never fucking be the same again.”

“Do you want to be?” I asked, increasing my grip around him.

“Fuck no. I could stay like this forever.”