Chapter Seven

 

Exactly six minutes later, I climbed into Nathan’s red truck.

“I was just about to come get you.”

“I’m here now.” I clicked my safety belt into place. “Drive.”

“Sure thing, sweetpea.” He revved the engine and pulled away. “What did you tell Ben?”

“That I had a headache. He told me off for overworking.”

“I think that might be something he has to do a lot.”

“I guess.” I paused. “But I’m not likely to change any time soon.”

“I hear you.” He reached over and set his hand on my leg. “But you’re not on duty tonight, and tonight is Christmas Eve.”

I rested my hand over his; his palm felt so hot on my skin. “Tonight I don’t want to think about work at all.”

“I promise you won’t.”

Ten minutes later, Nathan slowed at a huge set of metal gates. He flicked a switch on a remote, and they swung open.

“Nice,” I said as he pulled off the road and onto a long gravel driveway.

He glanced in the rear-view mirror, watching the gates close again.

“Have you lived here long?”

“About three years. Bought it after I started playing for The Vipers. I knew it wasn’t a team I’d be leaving in a hurry.”

“It’s nice to find something you’re so content with.”

“Content, yeah…but it’s crazy sometimes. And it’s fast and competitive to the extreme. I guess I work hard but I also like to play hard.” He pulled up at a huge front door and killed the engine. “What about you? You play as hard as you work, too?”

“I don’t get the chance to play very often.” I didn’t like admitting that, but he might as well know the truth.

“You’ve got the chance now.” He flashed me a grin then opened his door and climbed out.

Within seconds, he was helping me out of the other side and ushering me up four wide stone steps.

Anticipation spun inside me. My nipples were tight, and my panties damp. Adrenaline was circulating, speeding up my heart rate and tensing my muscles.

Nathan unlocked the door and pushed it open. He gestured for me to step in.

The hallway light was on, and whilst he fiddled with a security alarm, I admired the elegant entrance.

It was huge with a wide staircase, black and white tiled floor, white walls, and a shiny round wooden table set beneath a funky art deco ceiling lamp.

“Nice,” I said, dropping my purse onto a navy-blue velvet chair.

“The designer did it, but you know, I like it.” He shut the door and turned to me.

A predatory look crossed his face as he allowed his gaze to slide down then up my body. I couldn’t suppress a shiver of longing. And what exactly did he have planned that would mean I didn’t think of work all night?

“Where were we?” he asked, one side of his mouth curling into a grin.

“I think…” I slid my hand to the hem of my dress and tugged it to expose my inner thigh. “You were just here.”

“Fuck, you’re right.”

Suddenly I was in his arms again, and he was kissing me with even more passion than he had before.

I was aware of us moving, and then the table behind me.

“Like this.” He gripped my waist with both hands and lifted me onto it.

The wood was cool on the backs of my legs, and he pressed me backward, his kisses still intense. I clamped my thighs to his hips and pulled him closer so I could feel some of his weight. “I hope this table is sturdy,” I managed.

“Yeah, I’m sure it is.” He slipped his hand between our bodies and tugged my dress upward farther. “But it’s real old.”

I closed my eyes and arched my neck as he kissed my jawline. “How old?”

He yanked my panties to one side. “Sixteenth century.”

“What? We shouldn’t…oh…” He’d driven two fingers into my entrance, his way eased by my arousal.

“Damn, you feel as good as I knew you would.” He pushed higher, his thumb catching on my clit. “And I want to see you go wild.”

“So fuck me.” I gripped his face and made him look at me, even though it was hard to think straight with his fingers inside me. “Now. Fuck me now.”

He groaned, and I knew he liked my dirty talk. Then he removed his fingers, and I whimpered at the loss, even though I’d told him to do it.

He fumbled with the button on his jeans, then shucked at the material, grunting.

He was still over me, filling my vision. I didn’t see his cock as he released it but I was aware of the tip nudging my pussy.

I felt deliciously wanton and feminine. I was giving into temptation and my desires. Being true to my erotic self and taking what I needed. I felt so alive.

“Oh God,” he groaned, pushing forward.

I gripped his polo, then suddenly wished it wasn’t there, so dragged at it.

In a second he’d whipped it over his head, and his hot, hard shoulders were there for me to cling to.

He cupped my right breast with one hand and slid the other around my neck, holding my face to his.

“Damn! I should get a condom,” he said against my lips.

“I’ve…I’ve got contraception covered.”

“And I’m clean as a whistle, full check over last month.”

“Me, too.”

“Jeez, I think I may have just died and gone to Heaven.” He pushed in, parting my delicate internal muscles.

On and on he went.

I held my breath, trying to relax for him, but also loving the dense filling sensation. It had been so long since I’d had sex.

I found his lips and kissed him. He plunged his tongue into my mouth and held me firm, entering me deeper. The sensations reached a point where I couldn’t concentrate on anything else, and when he ground his body over my clit, I cried out and bucked my hips for more.

“Fuck yeah,” he gasped. “That’s it, isn’t it? Just there.”

“Yes!” I shifted my legs, locking my ankles in the small of his back. “Just there.”

He began to thrust, shoving me up then down the polished table. It creaked, and the legs scraped on the hard floor.

We both ignored it.

“More,” I said, the pressure building in my clit. “Give me more.”

“You got it.” He upped the tempo, even though his pace was already frantic. He was breathing hard, grunting each time he hit full depth.

I closed my eyes and surrendered to the climax hurtling toward me. “Don’t stop.”

“Not…stopping.”

I curled my toes, dug my fingers into his shoulders, and held my breath. The sweeter than sweet moment before release held me hostage, then as he pounded in harder than before, I cried out and came. Powerful orgasmic spasms took control of my pussy and pleasure spiraled outward, through my limbs, and over my nerves.

“Jeez,” he gasped. “I’m coming.”

I didn’t answer. I slid my hands to his ass and gripped his taut buttocks as he shunted in and out of me.

Then he froze. A long, low groan growled from his chest and throat, and he buried his face against my neck.

I pressed my lips to his soft hair and clenched my internal muscles around his cock. His groan extended, and he pushed in higher, as if he couldn’t get deep enough.

“Nathan,” I said, panting for breath. “That was…” I slid my hands up his bare back, enjoying the thin film of sex sweat there. “Incredible.”

“Tell me about it.” He lifted his head and stared down at me. “I can’t remember when…fuck…you and I fit so well, you really are a wild thing.”

I grinned and pushed his hair back from his face. “You made me that way.”

“If it’s true, it’s a fact I’m particularly proud of.” He kissed me, his chest pushing over mine.

After a few moments, my legs began to ache being wrapped around him. I wriggled and loosened my grip.

“Sorry, I’m crushing you.”

“I’m okay. But maybe we should get off this old table before we really do break it.”

“Yeah.” He straightened but stayed buried deep. He looked down at where he filled me. “But I’m gonna want to do that again soon, okay?”

“I won’t complain, but perhaps in bed.”

“I have a few of them.” He slipped from my pussy and dragged at his pants.

He still appeared very erect, his glistening shaft rising up from a dark tangle of pubic hair.

“Here.” He reached for my hand. “Be careful.”

I slipped to my feet, aware of my panties, which had been hauled to one side, riding back into place.

“You hungry?” he asked.

“No. I ate earlier.”

“Good. I’ll show you the kitchen at breakfast then.”

I giggled and pulled my dress back into position.

“I wouldn’t worry about that,” he said. “That wickedly small green dress will be off within the next minute.”

“Is that what you think?”

“It’s what I know.” He led me to the stairs.

“I’m glad we didn’t break that table.” I glanced over my shoulder at it. It was no longer exactly in the center of the hallway.

“Me, too, it cost a fortune. But being so old, we’re probably not the first to have done that on it.”

“True.”

At the top of the stairs, he steered me to the right and through a door to an enormous bedroom. It was in darkness, but he quickly flicked on a bedside lamp. The walls were gray, the carpet a silvery color, and the curtains were thick black crushed velvet to match the headboard on the bed. The sheets were also black—shiny, too—silk, most likely. “Very nice.”

“Mmm, the bed will look better with you in it.”

“Is that your idea of romance?”

“I’m afraid that’s as good as it gets.” He stepped behind me and set a kiss on my neck. “Now how do I remove this?”

The question didn’t require an answer because he was already sliding the zipper downward. It slackened around my breasts and ribs, then slipped from my hips and pooled on the floor at my feet.

“Much better,” he said, unclipping my bra. “What do you think?”

“I couldn’t agree more. But…” I reached for his jeans; he’d only bothered to refasten the bottom button. “These need to go to.”

“Your wish is my command.”

He shoved at them, then stooped and removed his shoes and socks along with his pants.

I admired the view—the muscles in his back rippling as he moved, his biceps bulging, and the tendons in his shoulders dancing beneath the surface of his flesh.

When he straightened, his cock arrowed upward, the end glossy and wide.

“Come on,” he said. “I’ll show you the en suite. I think you’ll like it.”

“Okay.” I stepped away from the dress and out of my heels.

Again I allowed him to lead me by the hand, my naked breasts shifting slightly as I walked.

The en suite was stunning and made entirely of what appeared to be marble. A triple sink sat below a smoky mirror, small lights were set in the ceiling, and a massive mural of the ocean adorned one wall.

I removed my panties, then turned at the sound of water.

He’d flicked on the shower.

“I’m feeling particularly dirty,” he said, putting his hand under the stream. “Reckon I need cleaning up.”

“I think it’ll take more than soap and water to clean the places your mind is going.”

He laughed and reached for me. “You know me so well already.”

As he pulled me against his body, I had a sudden pang of ‘I hardly know him really’ but I beat it down. I wanted this. So did he. I also believed we genuinely had a lot in common and had a chance at a future.

“Hey, what’s up?” He dragged me close so my breasts touched his chest and water slicked between us.

“Nothing, I—”

“This is happening fast, right?”

“A bit.”

He kissed me, then, “Look at it this way, if you don’t use it, you’ll lose it.”

“What do you mean?”

He grinned. “Sex, how to do it. You said it had been a while.”

“Of all the…you saying I’ve forgotten?”

“Hell no, and it’s been a while for me, too.” He ran his hands over my breasts then cupped them, flicking my nipples with his thumbs. “Just doesn’t do any harm to get some practice in, does it?”

I couldn’t answer, because his mouth hit down on mine, and he was kissing me as the water streamed over our faces.

He dipped lower, backing me against the cool shower wall and taking my right nipple into his mouth.

I speared my hands into his hair as delicious tingles shot over my breasts.

He switched attention to the other one, and I groaned and let my head fall backward.

The air was steamy, my skin hot and wet, and his tongue trailing down my abdomen now sent tremors of desire over my skin.

“Like this.” He gently pushed at my inner thighs.

I opened my eyes. He was on his knees, his face level with my pussy.

“Wider.” He slid his fingers through my folds and found my entrance.

I did as he’d asked. Instantly he was there, his mouth over my clit and his tongue exploring.

I moaned and tensed. The sensation was incredible, and as I’d just orgasmed I was super sensitive.

He set to work on me. The sound of the water filled my ears. I splayed my hands on the smooth tiles and canted my hips toward him.

He was fucking me with his fingers and working my clit so well.

Almost immediately, another orgasm was upon me. I cried out as it ravaged my body. I curled forward, my spine weak, and he rammed his free hand on my hip to keep me upright.

“Nathan…oh, it’s so much.” I clawed at his hair, forcing him to release my clit.

He tipped his head and looked up at me. Water had collected in his lashes. “Damn, you’re responsive.”

“Come…here.”

He stood, his cock thicker and harder than ever.

“That looks…” I managed. “Like it’s getting painful again for you.”

“Yeah.” He kissed me, and I detected my own flavor. “It’s in need of medical attention.”

I smiled against his lips. “I can manage that.”

“You sure? You look…”

“I’m sure.” I grabbed his cock and stroked it root to tip, loving the velvety texture of his steely shaft.

He moaned. “Sophie…damn it. I’ve been dreaming of your hands on me.”

“We can do everything you’ve been dreaming about. We’ve got all night.”

“My kind of woman.”

“And hopefully we’ll have time to do the things I’ve been dreaming about, too.”

He moaned and caught my mouth in another wild kiss. He then looped his hands behind my thighs and hoisted me into the air, forcing me to release his cock.

I clung to him as he angled his tip at my entrance again.

“We might actually make it to the bed soon,” he said.

“Perhaps.” I stared into his eyes as he pushed in, once again stretching me around his wide girth.

“I’m not going to last long,” he said, unblinking he held my gaze. “Feeling you come on my tongue was too damn sexy.”

“I don’t need you to last.” I cupped his face. “I want to watch you give in to it, lose control.”

His nostrils flared, and he pulled almost out. His ride back in was fast but gentle, and his chest pressed against my breasts, dragging on my sensitive nipples.

He repeated the action a few more times then screwed his eyes up and gritted his teeth. “Fuck!”

I was aware of his cock pulsing as he sank deep.

I tightened my legs around him, holding him close.

He blew out a breath, and a full body tremor attacked him.

“Nathan.” I kissed him. It was as if we couldn’t get close enough. I still wanted more and I’d bet he would soon. I was well and truly planning on making up for the sex drought I’d suffered.

“I’m sorry,” he said breathlessly. “I should have had more stamina…made you come again.”

“Don’t say sorry, that was amazing.”

“You’re amazing.” He set his palm beneath my jawline and stroked my cheek with his thumb. “When I was on the ice, after that collision, everything was black, silent.”

“You were out of it.”

“I know, and then I opened my eyes and I saw you. At first I wasn’t sure I’d come back to the real world or if I was dreaming.” He swept his lips over mine. “But what I did know was I’d seen the face of someone I wanted to be with, get to know.” He paused.

I didn’t fill the silence.

“A face I wanted to go to sleep next to and wake up next to. And not just for one night, lots of nights.”

A lovely warm feeling filled my heart. “See, there is some romance beneath that hard hockey player exterior.”

He chuckled. “Well, there’s not much, but I’ll do my best by saying it how it is.”

“I like that. Who want’s fake romance?”

He eased out of me and set my feet on the floor. “Shall we dry off?”

“Yes.”

“And then we can go to bed and do that all over again.”

A thrill went through me. A whole night pleasuring each other. This was the best Christmas Eve I’d ever had.

A few minutes later, I’d dried and pulled on his black robe, which was too big for me, and tugged a brush through my hair. I did my best with the mascara streaks beneath my eyes.

Nathan slipped on black boxers. “I’ll go get us a drink. What do you want?”

“Water is good. Oh, and can you get my purse, it’s by the front door.”

“Sure.”

While Nathan was out of the room, I studied a painting of a nude on the wall behind the bed. It was very tastefully done and clearly an original.

“Your phone is ringing.” Nathan appeared at the doorway, then tossed my small purse toward me.

I caught it. “Thanks.”

I retrieved the phone and checked the screen. It was a FaceTime call.

Ben.

Damn it.

I had no choice but to answer. He’d worry otherwise; it had been like that since we’d lost our parents.

I slid the screen to unlock, gulping as I did so. He’d know instantly I wasn’t at home and that my headache had been a ruse. “Hey.”

“Soph, you forgot your present. I wanted you to have it for when you woke up. You know, as if Santa had dropped it down the chimney.”

“I’m a bit old to believe in Santa, so don’t worry about that. How’s the party going?”

“Yeah, okay, good, but I wanted to check you got home safe.”

“So this isn’t about the present?”

“Well, kind of but… He frowned and peered over my shoulder at the black velvet headboard and the nude. “Where are you?”

“I’m—”

“I thought you had a headache, that you were going straight home.”

“I decided to—”

“Hey, Ben.” Nathan moved behind me and rested his hand on my shoulder. His face appeared in the small box beside mine, in the bottom corner of the screen.

“What the…?” Ben’s eyes widened. “Sophie, why is he with you?”

“We’re dating, officially.” Nathan set a kiss on my temple. “Aren’t we, sweetpea?”

“What are you doing?” I stared up at Nathan.

“I’m not going to hide the fact I’m crazy about you.” Nathan shrugged. “Not to anyone.”

“Crazy about you? Sweetpea?” Ben said, shaking his head. “Dating? How long has this been going on?”

“Not long,” I said.

“Long enough for us to know we’re on the same page,” Nathan added.

“But, Nathan, you’re, you’ve…”

“I know, in the past I’ve played the field as well as the rink. But it’s all changed now, you know what I’ve been through.”

“I know but—”

“Ben, it’s up to me who I date. I didn’t comment when you started seeing Lisa.”

“Lisa isn’t a pro-athlete with a reputation for trouble.”

“Ah, come on, that’s an exaggeration. I’ve had some fun, that’s all,” Nathan said. “Now I’m ready to enjoy having a good woman at my side. One who fascinates me, is at the top of her game the way I am mine.”

“Sophie knows nothing about hockey.” Ben’s frown deepened.

“I know nothing about heart surgery.” Nathan slipped his arm around my waist. “Listen, we’ve gotta go, Doc. You have a great Christmas Eve now.”

“Nathan, is that you? I didn’t get to say goodbye.” Lisa appeared at Ben’s shoulder. “Sophie!”

I smiled. “Hi, Lisa.”

“Are you two…?” Lisa waggled her finger at the screen.

“It seems they are.” Ben scowled.

Lisa giggled. “I always thought you two would make a great couple. Come on, Ben, leave them alone. Sophie, we’ll see you for Christmas dinner tomorrow, no rush…oh, and you can bring a friend.” She laughed. “If you’d like to join us, that is, Nathan.”

Before Nathan could comment, I quickly blew a kiss. “Thank you.”

“A girlfriend isn’t just for Christmas,” Ben shouted. “A girlfriend is for”

I ended the call.

My cheeks were burning, my heart racing. Ben and I never had disputes about anything. But then again, I’d never dated one of his hockey players before.

“That could have been awkward,” Nathan said, sitting back on the bed and crossing his legs.

“I’d say it was.”

“Nah, awkward would have been if you were naked, which you’re just about to be.” He smiled. “Come here and lose the robe, it doesn’t fit you.”

I tossed the phone to one side and moved up to him. I straddled his lap, my pussy pressing on his hardening cock, and set my hands on his shoulders. “When I met you I thought you were trouble,” I said. “Hot, but trouble.”

He didn’t say anything.

“Then I saw you with those kids, and I thought you were a saint, or sort of.”

“A saint who knows how to sin.” He smiled and slid his hands from my waists to my breasts. “And now what do you think?”

“Now I think you bring out my wild side. And if I’m not careful, you’ll be a distraction from my work.”

“I don’t want to do that…well, the wild side thing, sure, but not the distraction. Neither of us wants to be distracted, but there has to be more to life than hockey and fixing hearts, right?”

“Yes, there is one more thing.” I slipped my hand down and pushed at his boxers, freeing his cock.

“What’s that then?”

“Fucking.”

He chuckled, but the sound petered out as I sank onto him. “Oh God,” he groaned, “Happy fucking Christmas to me.”

I laughed, loving that I could laugh while being so turned on. Nathan ‘The Flash’ Walker made me feel feminine and adored, and right now, the future, our future, was something I was very much looking forward to. I wanted to see not just Christmas lights reflected in his eyes, but the ocean on mid-summer’s day, the stars and moon, and most of all, I wanted to get used to seeing his face when I woke up each morning.

Oh, yes, I’d obviously been a very good girl all year to get such a sumptuous package delivered on Christmas Eve. And if I’d been so good, it was high time to indulge in a little bad.

 

THE END