Zeus

For the first time in my life, I fucking hate training camp.

Before training camp? Time to see Joey at least three times a week.

During training camp? No Joey.

Fucking training camp.

Drills. Weight training. Scrimmage. Prep for press shit. Team meetings. Bullshitting.

Ares is doing the same in Copper Valley. Last-minute trade between the Blackhawks and the Thrusters. Still not sure he’s getting a good enough deal, but he says he likes the change.

After ten years in the NHL, we know most of the guys in the league. Always a few rookies, sometimes fresh blood from overseas, like Manning. Ares will be fine. He makes friends better than I do.

Probably because he doesn’t run his trap and he’s fucking gold on the ice. One-on-one, he kicks my ass every time.

Still shitty that he’s so far from home. Chicago was a short drive back to Minnesota. Virginia, not so much.

If the Preds traded me anywhere, I wouldn’t be close enough to drive to see Joey while I’m home.

And the fact that I’m more worried about seeing Joey than I am about my performance during scrimmage today is a problem.

I bang into my condo just after eight.

I don’t want to be in my condo. I don’t want to be getting shit for letting Giovanni through six times. I don’t want to order a pizza and eat it by myself. I want—

“You know security in this building is shit when I can use my feminine wiles to get through it.”

I want the hot pilot chick sprawled out on my sectional in athletic shorts and a sloppy T-shirt, flipping through my Sports Illustrated.

My dick sprouts into a redwood, my cheeks split in a grin, and I drop my bag on the big decorative vase of sticks my mom and sister insisted I needed for décor to detract from the way this place looks like a college frat house.

Neither me nor Joey pay attention when the weird-ass thing clinks and spills its load.

“You got feminine wiles coming out your ass,” I tell her while I stalk the short distance across the scarred wood floor to the sectional.

She cracks a smile, and I high-five my smooth-talking skills. “Must be,” she says dryly. She waves the magazine at me. “According to this, you’re going to have a shitty year.”

“It can eat my dick.”

She lifts a brow. A silent have you ever jacked off with a Sports Illustrated wrapped around your dick?

I grin.

She laughs and throws it at me. “You are such a guy.”

I bend down and lick her neck. “Mmm. Bacon.”

She grips my hair and holds my head in place so I can lick and suck and nip at her skin.

“I missed you,” she whispers in a small voice.

Not my cock swelling now.

No, that’s all my heart. Puffing up and sauntering and shaking its dick at my dick, yelling Suck this, she likes me too.

Yeah, my heart’s such a guy. You got a problem with that?

I know Joey.

And I know those three words cost her more than she’ll ever admit. The fact that she confessed them to me?

That’s the same as another woman saying I love you.

I toss her over my shoulder, because I can already feel her retreating from the emotions, and I’d rather have her here with me than making an excuse to leave.

“Not as much as I missed you,” I say while she squirms and protests and takes advantage of the opportunity to hit my secret ticklish spot on the back of my ribs.

By the time I throw her down on my monster-size bed, we’re both laughing and squirming like two normal people in movies. Like I’m not some giant freak of nature and she hasn’t taught herself to be such a badass so no one ever knows how much it scarred her when her mom left.

So she never hurts like that again.

I might be an ogre, but I pick up on shit. Even when it’s two whispered sentences on a blanket under the stars.

I’m also hell with blackmail when I need to be, and I know who Gracie’s been texting with, and for some unknown reason, Gracie trusts me.

That, or she’s spilling Joey’s secrets all over the countryside, in which case I might have to pull out some of my old tricks that I used to use on Ambrosia to get her to leave my shit alone.

“Holy hell, this bed is like a cloud.” Joey moves her arms and legs like she’s making a snow angel on the moose-emblazoned mega-quilt my granny made when I was in high school.

I take advantage of the situation to settle between her legs with my dick poking her sweet spot. Fuck, she feels good.

All of her.

The press of her boobs against my chest. The curve of solid, lean muscle in her arms and shoulders. The strength in her legs.

The softness of her skin. Her silky hair.

There’s never been a woman more perfect. And she’s pulling me in for a kiss that would make fucking Cupid himself weep.

This kissing shit?

It’s making me hard as steel in the cock area, tight as cookies and chocolate chips in the balls, and mushy as cheese curds in the chest.

I reach under her shirt to fondle her boob and do that trick where I tease one nipple with my thumb while my pinky tickles the other. She gasps in my mouth, grips my hips like she’s that Bond chick who strangles people with her legs, rocks against my cock, and—

“Fuck.” Fuck fuck fuck.

Not again.

I leap off the bed.

Or try.

You ever try leaping when your cock’s fucking spurting dick juice up your pants?

I didn’t fucking think so.

This woman.

Fuck.

I barrel into my bathroom, fisting my hair in my hands.

I blew it on the ice.

Now I blew it in the bedroom.

I slam the door, lock it, strip, and glare at Jupiter in the mirror.

What the FUCK, dude?

He shrugs as he deflates. She’s the dick whisperer.

I crank the shower handle so hard it snaps off, and water shoots everywhere.

Out the handle, dribbling out the faucet, all over the walls. I dive to cover it, slip on the tile, and ram my shoulder into the shower tile like Ares fucking checked me against the boards.

Water’s shooting into my palms and spraying out between my fingers. If I yank any harder, I’m pulling the whole fucking pipe out of the tile wall.

Water. Off switch. Somewhere.

Something clicks behind me.

“Oh, Zeus,” Joey says on a chuckle. She slides a hand down my soaking wet T-shirt, presses a kiss to the top of my head, and disappears.

A minute later, the water dribbles to a stop.

The good news?

I’m clean as a fucking baby.

The bad news?

I’m a fucking monster dumbass.

I drop my head against the tile wall. Joey comes back in—mental note, locks are impervious to this woman’s skills—and her fingers trace down my spine. “We should get you out of this T-shirt.”

Jupiter lifts an interested eye.

“Penalty box,” I growl.

All he hears is box, and he thinks I mean Joey’s.

She tugs me to my feet from behind and peels the wet fabric up and over my abs. Her hands slink over my chilled skin and drift down to grab the dick that shall not be named.

“Go easy on him,” she says while she strokes him up and down, up and down, up and down. “This is a lot of sexiness for one poor Jupiter to handle.”

I growl and turn in her arms, but before I can grab her, she sits her ass on my toilet, double-fists me, leans forward, and licks the tip of my cock. “Mmm,” she says.

I brace my arms on the wall over her head, because what Joey wants, Joey gets. “He’s been a bad boy,” I rasp.

“He’s good for at least two more rounds.” She blows on my dick, my nerves light up, goose bumps erupt everywhere, even my ass crack, and my ego peeks out from its hiding spot.

“You’re a fucking angel,” I say.

She doesn’t answer.

Instead, she slides my cock into her hot, silky mouth and swirls her tongue around my engorged head. She grips me by the base and fucks my dick with her mouth, in and out, swirling and sucking and licking, deeper and deeper down her throat until my nuts are about to burst and my cock’s so fucking hard and thick and long it’s gonna bust a vein and die of a dick aneurysm.

“Joey,” I gasp.

She sucks harder, squeezes tighter, and swirls her tongue again.

I yank her off me, because fuck if I’m coming again before she’s gotten hers. I rip her pants at the seam, set her on my sink, go down on my knees, push her underwear to one side, and bury my face in her pussy.

Sucking her clit. Sliding two fingers up inside her while my dick aches so hard it’s bruising from the inside out. She jerks and moans, pulling my hair while I devour her until she’s coming all over my fingers and screaming my name.

As soon as she slumps against me, I fumble for the box of condoms under my sink. I roll one on and heft her into my arms. She grabs my face and sticks her tongue down my throat, and fuck, I’m gonna come.

I tell Jupiter to hold his shit for two more seconds, lay her across the bed, and I slam into her pussy while we’re still fucking with our mouths. I pump. She thrusts. I balance over her on my elbows, my arms tight to her sides because I need to touch her. Here. There. Everywhere.

She pinches my earlobes, and fuck, nerves explode all over my scalp.

I jerk inside her, she squeezes me so tight I’m never coming back out again, and the earth fucking shakes under us. We’re coming together so hot and hard and fast we’re making the foundation of the whole fucking world quake and tremble.

Joey’s chanting my name.

I’m saying something too, but fuck if I know what it is. I just know this woman—my Joey—she’s a miracle.

She’s my fucking miracle.