Zeus

I almost fell asleep reading my first NHL contract, and it was maybe twenty pages long.

That stack of shit Joey and Chase and Peach and all the stiff-ass lawyers are going through is like Mount Olympus compared to my little anthill of paperwork. And it’s fucking fascinating.

Signature by signature, my girl’s teaming up with my best friend to get us all to fucking space. I’m just a puckhead kid from Minnesota who got lucky enough to know the coolest dudes in the whole universe.

And yeah, Joey’s one of those dudes.

But she’s my dude. You wanna make something of it, punk?

They order in for lunch. Half the lawyers get salads. I get a smile from Joey and two pizzas I didn’t ask for—sausage, nothing resembling fucking vegetables or anything spicy—and Joey drips bacon cheeseburger on her contract.

I sit on the floor fighting a woody the size of the sun for the next two hours. My ass is asleep, pretty sure my knees are cramping—had a hard day on the ice yesterday before the news bomb landed—and I haven’t read more than six pages in this romance novel my buddy Knox hooked me up with, even though this shit’s getting good, because I’m too busy watching Joey.

Finally, everyone’s standing up and shaking hands.

“Welcome to Weightless, Mr. Jett,” Peach says.

I snicker. Joey snickers. Chase flips me off behind his back and gives Joey a noogie.

She pulls some martial art trick that has him flapping one arm like a broken chicken wing while she noogies him back. “Careful, or we’ll get you a call sign next, and it won’t be flattering,” she says to him.

Yeah, my dick’s about to bust out of my pants.

She’s so fucking hot.

“Can you teach Bro this trick?” he asks while he’s still incapacitated.

“Is this a bedroom joke?” Joey asks while I make a show of getting snarly and overprotective of Ambrosia.

“Yeah,” Chase says like it should’ve been obvious.

“I don’t like dickheads touching my sisters,” Joey growls.

My lungs freeze and my heart blows up like a fucking balloon. If Ambrosia’s one of her sisters—

Fuck.

My eyes aren’t wet. Your eyes are wet. Shut the fuck up.

She lets Chase go. Fucker’s grinning like he’s amused at my expense again. Love that dude. Even Peach, that vicious, spider-wielding, crazy-ass punk face, is beaming.

Joey saunters to me, grabs me by the troll on my shirt, and hauls me to my feet.

Okay, yeah, I help her out a little.

“You. With me. Now.”

She turns and marches out, pulling me by a fistful of shirt. I smirk at Chase. Or try to. There’s this emotional shit going on in my chest and head and I can’t exactly think straight. “Good luck with them, you pansy-ass moneybags.”

That shit-eating grin he gives me suggests I’m the one who needs the luck.

But I don’t need luck.

Nah. I got the Zeus Berger charm going on.

Somewhere under all these feelings and the fucking fairy princesses twitterpating that muscle in my chest.

Fine, fine.

I’ve got hope.

And Joey’s knuckle punching me in the breastbone every time we fall out of sync. Which is pretty fucking awesome in my world.

Takes a lot to hurt a big brute like me.

Physically. And she’s not coming close.

She drags me out the building, across a grassy strip separating the aluminum-sided building from the edges of a runway. We cross the asphalt too, heading to a hangar.

She’s not saying anything.

We’re walking to an airplane’s garage.

Fuck.

She’s got a plane. She’s gonna fucking take me to New York and dump my ass.

“Joey—”

“Shut up.”

I don’t know what that voice is. It’s thick and heavy and loaded, and it’s fucking effective.

She marches me into the hangar through a side door and pulls me toward her massive, gravity-defying plane. The side door’s open, staircase rolled down.

I dig in my heels at the base of the staircase. “You’re not fucking taking me to New York.”

At that, she spins, brows momentarily crinkled in surprise. “You—” She shakes her head, and a devious smile takes over. “No?”

“No. Not just no, fuck no. I’m. Not. Leaving. You. I’m staying, Joey. I’m fucking staying right here, with you. Because I—”

I don’t finish, because she’s leaping at me. I catch her, her legs go around my middle, she attacks my lips with her mouth, and fuck, she’s so strong and determined and delicious and I will fucking love this woman until the day the universe no longer exists.

Her fingers clamp in my hair. Her ankles lock behind my back. And she kisses me like she’s trying to reach the stars through my mouth.

“Get on my airplane,” she orders.

My legs follow orders and carry her up the steps even though I don’t want to. She’s not taking me to New York. Can’t make me go.

But kissing Joey on her airplane?

Yeah.

Fuck, yeah.

I can get into that.

I turn at the top of the stairs and carry her into the open space where she made me fucking weightless. No windows here—they’re all covered by the padding against the walls. The space is dim, the walls curved outward so I can’t easily shove her up against one.

Instead, I go to my knees and lay her on her back.

Trapped.

So I can kiss her.

Rub my hard dick into that sweet pussy.

Keep her from getting any more ideas about flying my ass anywhere.

I find the right spot between her legs, and she bucks into me. “God, Zeus, I love you,” she gasps.

I lift my head, my heart threatening to beat out of my chest.

Those big dark eyes are shiny and wide open. Committed. Dedicated. Strong.

Not terrified like last night. Not holding back.

She strokes my cheeks, kisses my nose. “I love you,” she whispers.

I have to clear my throat twice before I can push words past the damn lump clogging my airways. “I fucking love you so much, Joey.”

A smile teases her lips. “Show me?”

Oh, I’m gonna show her.

I’m gonna fucking show her every day for the rest of our lives. I lower my mouth to hers and take a slow, leisurely stroke of her upper lip. She sucks my bottom lip into her mouth and scrapes it with her teeth. Jupiter surges like he’s racing around the sun, his moons go hard and tight, and everything else disappears.

Just me and Joey.

Those lush tits. Her strong legs. That mouth. Her eager hands exploring my body and pulling clothing away from skin so she’s stroking my chest, my arms, down my pants to—

Yeah.

To where just a stroke of those nimble fingers can put me so close to the edge I lose my fucking mind. “Want you now,” I gasp.

She’s already snapping the buttons on her fancy work shirt and shimmying out of her pants. I snag a condom from my wallet before she shoves my pants down with her feet—fuck, that’s hot—and spreads her legs while she rolls it on me.

“Love me, Zeus,” she whispers.

I want to thrust in as deep as I can go, but instead, I push just inside her, only my head disappearing into her folds.

Her eyes roll back while she rocks against my tip. “Ohmydog, Zeus, you feel so fucking good.”

She’s so tight and hot, squeezing my head. Her eyes are glittering with stars, those lush lips parted, her head tipped back in rapture. I reach between us and thumb her clit, and she bucks into my touch, pulling my cock further into her. “Yes,” she gasps. “Oh, dog, there. More.”

I jerk into her, press her clit, and her legs go straight and rigid while she cries my name and her walls convulse around the top of me. I grit my teeth and count to potato while she squeezes and pumps, taking me deeper with every spasm while I order Jupiter to wait his turn.

Because Joey’s going twice before we go once.

It’s the fucking rule.

And she can suck my dick if she doesn’t like it.

Fuck, I hope she’ll suck my dick even if she does like it.

Her neck arches back and her eyes clench shut as one last wave crashes over us.

She’s so fucking hot when she comes.

Her lids drift open, and she smiles. “I love you,” she whispers.

Yeah, that’s about all I can take. I dip my head to eat the hell out of her mouth while I push the rest of the way inside her, and soon she’s gasping and writhing again, scraping her nails over my back, squeezing my ass, pumping up into me while I drive home.

Over and over.

Deeper and harder.

Kissing her mouth and licking her neck and nipping at her shoulder until we’re exploding together in a fiery mass of climax, giving and taking and squeezing and thrusting and clenching and shooting fucking fireworks.

I’m coming for fucking days. Harder and longer and just fucking better than it’s ever been, because she’s holding me and coaxing me and giving me everything in her pussy, everything in her touch, everything in her whole heart.

After we’re both so spent neither of us can move, we lay panting on the floor of her airplane. “You’re gonna fucking fly me to the moon for real one day,” I tell her.

She laughs, and god, I want to hear that laughter every day.

It’s better than any boy band song I’ve ever heard, and I’ve heard—and loved—all the boy band shit there is to hear and love.

“You think you can boss me around now?” she asks.

“I can ask real pretty.”

She rolls to face me, her fingers reaching out to my chest like our bodies are magnets and need to be touching all the time. “You need to go to New York.”

“Joey—”

“I know. I know, Zeus. You’re not leaving. But we’re going to be okay. We can make this work. You’ll come back. I’ll come to you. Phones. Video chats. Email. Text messages. It’s just a few years. You love hockey. You can’t give that up for me. I won’t let you.”

She’s wearing that I’m the boss of you face. Like that’s gonna work. “Too bad.”

Her eyes narrow.

I grin.

“You’re impossible.”

I trap her hand over my heart. “That’s why you love me.”

There’s nothing soft about my Joey Fireball.

Nothing soft except her heart. She keeps that fucker locked up good. Don’t think I don’t know just how lucky of a bastard I am that she’s letting me see it glow in those captivating dark eyes now. “Unfortunately,” she sighs with more melodrama than even my sister could pull off in her teenage years, “you’re not wrong.”

“I know. I’m always right.”

She laughs again and pulls me in for another kiss.

Because me and Joey?

We’re not normal, but we’re perfect for each other.

And I’m gonna spend the rest of my life loving the shit out of her.