P laying hockey with NHL professionals was intimidating and fun as hell. Sylvie couldn’t remember the last time she laughed so much. Those guys were a riot. Watching Martin stop puck after puck, reminded her how much talent he had. He deserved his spot on the team.

By the time they got off the ice, her muscles and feet ached. Everyone had something to do, and they went their separate ways. Theo had promised his girlfriend, Carly, he’d meet her for lunch on campus. Nico had a tux fitting and Cameron had a nap to take. That left her alone in the car with a freshly showered Martin.

They hadn’t talked about their earlier escapades and the confidence she had before waned. He smelled so good and she was still sweating from their workout. She flipped through the radio stations, thankful for something to do with her hands. She settled on a rock song and the music filled the silence.

“I’m starving. Do you want to grab a bite to eat?” Martin asked as they stopped at a red light.

She fidgeted in her seat. “Yeah, that sounds good.” What they’d done before the practice lingered in the forefront of her mind. The last thing she’d put in her mouth was him and heat flooded her face. If he noticed, Martin didn’t mention it.

The restaurant he picked seemed trendy with a modern ambiance and a neutral color palette. “Have you been here before?” She asked as they followed the host past the open kitchen area. They were seated by a large stone fireplace. It provided extra warmth and a touch of coziness to the space.

“A few times. They have a good cob salad.” He laughed when her expression turned grim. “They also make a good burger.” He reached out and grabbed her hand.

She looked at their joined fingers and smiled. It was the first time he’d touched her since they left the rink. “I’m not a fan of rabbit food.”

“I know.” He didn’t let go of her hand as he spoke. “How’s your mom? She came to the game with Bruno the last time I played in Montreal.”

It took her mother a long time to get over her father’s departure, but Bruno brought her out of her shell. He was an amazing step-father. “That was very nice of you to send them tickets. You know they’ll still love you even if you don’t give them free seats, right?”

“I like having them in the stands, along with my family. The only person missing was you. Are you happy you came to see me?”

Sylvie was more than happy. “Winnipeg—”

The waiter interrupted and took their orders. A cob salad for the man in training and a bacon cheddar burger with fries for her. She laughed when she saw poutine on the menu. Outside of Quebec, poutine wasn’t the same.

“Does any place in this city make a good poutine?”

“No. There’s two places that come close to decent, but nothing like back home. They don’t use the right curds and sauce. Slapping shredded cheese and gravy over fries isn’t poutine. I don’t bother trying.”

“That’s kind of what I thought. Oh, did I tell you I ran into your sister, Eveline, at le depaneur before I left?”

“I didn’t know she was back from gallivanting in Mexico. That girl can’t sit still. How’s she doing?”

“Great. There was a man with her. Rodriguez something or other.” At the time seeing the happy couple had been too much, and she’d politely excused herself. “I was in a hurry, so we didn’t chat long, but she introduced me to her leading man; her words. She said they’re only visiting for a short while before they travel across Canada. She wants to show him her country. I assumed they’d be stopping here to see you.”

He laughed. “Sounds like my sister. Except, the last three times I spoke with her she never once mentioned a guy. This is the first I’ve heard of a Canadian trek. I will have to video chat with her later and—”

“Leave her alone. You’re overprotective and mean to all her boyfriends. You have a way of intimidating people, which is why your big sister had to run away to find love.”

He squeezed her hand. “I’m a nice guy, and I’ve been nothing but cool with her boyfriends.”

“Ha! You challenged her prom date to a duel with guns. Oh, and there’s the guy who had the motorcycle who couldn’t drive away because you hid his keys. You’re horrible to both of your sister’s boyfriends, but worse with Eveline.”

They both laughed, recalling all the crazy antics he’d done. “They were water guns, and I didn’t mean to make him look like he'd pissed himself. Someone bumped my arm, and I missed his face. And the motorcycle wasn’t safe. No way she could ride away with that loser. Besides, that one was all my dad’s idea. If the badass had been smart enough to follow simple instructions, he would have found the keys fast. It wasn’t my fault he couldn’t read a treasure map, and it ended up taking him half the night.”

“Actually, it was your fault. The map you made was in English and he didn’t speak a word let alone read it. Don’t get me wrong, I laughed my ass off watching him search your backyard, but poor Eve. She was livid. I imagine you’re still messing with their love lives from miles away.”

“I try, but it’s a lot harder to scare men away over the phone. Dad’s had to pick up the slack.”

“You’re so much like him.” Sylvie admired Mr. Thomas for being a present father and pushing his kids to follow their dreams. He was a practical joker, but such a caring man. He’d coached the woman’s hockey team she’d played on the year her father took off. Because of him she’d been able to keep playing.

“Thanks. I take that as a compliment because my dad is the best.”

“He is, and I meant it as one. Your dad has always had a special place in my heart. He’s been like a second dad and I’m lucky Bruno came along too. Your dad kept me in love with hockey and Bruno introduced me to writing code. It’s because of him, I turned into a huge nerd. Designing websites and keeping up with technology is work I love doing, and I get paid well.”

“I think you’re amazing and not in the least bit nerdy. Not many twenty-two-year-olds run their own successful business. You’ve always had a fire and determination that blows me away. When you want something, you go after it. Kind of like me with hockey. I hope you never change.” His eyes sparkled as he spoke.

“Thank you. You’re not so bad yourself.” She wanted to say more, but the food arrived and they both dug in.

The food was good, but the company was better. They reminisced about old times and shared stories of things that had happened since they’d last seen each other. Mostly, Martin talked because Sylvie had been hiding in her apartment for months. He spoke of his teammates, the upcoming trade deadline and their chances of winning the Stanley Cup. She listened and loved how passionate he was about everything.

“Are you ready to head back home?” He asked, placing his napkin on the table.

“That sounds like a good idea.” Getting him alone and naked sounded even better. Throughout lunch, he’d found reasons to touch her hand and each time a jolt of desire shot straight between her legs. “What should we do when we get there?”

His eyes turned sultry. “You have two wishes left and if the next two are anything like the first two, we should probably be alone. I’m also hoping you’ll grant me one wish for treating you to lunch.”

“Hmm… I must think about that. Can I decide later?”

“Sylvie, ma belle, your wish is my command. Will you tell me what’s next?”

She stood up and put on her coat. “Let’s get home and then I’ll tell you.”

He paid the bill and drove like a mad man to the condo. If there had been cops out, he surely would have received a ticket. It made her smile to see he was as eager as her for the next wish. Once they entered the condo and removed their coats, Sylvie wasn’t sure how to proceed. The other wishes had been in the heat of the moment, but blurting out she wanted sex seemed crass.

“I had fun today. Your teammates are great and Nico gave me Caroline’s number. I’ll probably call her the next time you hit the road.” She paced across the room putting needed distance between them. It was hard to think with his scent surrounding her. She leaned against the floor to ceiling window, hoping the coldness from outside would cool her down.

“That won’t be today.” He sauntered towards her like a minx. “What should we do with the rest of the day?”

She closed her eyes and exhaled. When she opened them again, he stood directly in front of her. “Are you game for fulfilling another wish?”

“That all depends whether you’ve given me a wish of my own or not.” He caged her between his arms.

“Since you’ve been good so far, I’ll give you a wish, but only after you grant my next one.” Her eyes focused on his and she found it difficult to catch her breath.

“Only good? Hmm.” His nose touched hers as he licked his lips. “What can I do to get upgraded from good?”

The inch that separated them was maddening. He kept his hands on the window and his mouth hovered over the corner of her lips. His breath warmed her skin. He ran his nose against her cheek and along her jaw, driving her insane. She craved his touch like a heroin addict needing a fix.

“Are you waiting for me to tell you what to do?” She placed her hands on his hips, pulling him closer.

He stopped before their bodies touched. His hot breath tickled the sensitive spot by her ear. “Yes. What’s your wish?”

“I promised it wouldn’t be a kiss. So, I wish you’d touch me. Everywhere. And let me touch you.”

“Yes,” he whispered as he pressed his body against hers.

She squeezed his ass, bringing him even closer. His erection poked her stomach. He licked a path up the side of her neck, along her jawline and over her lips. So slow and sensually she thought she might combust. Every inch of skin he kissed tingled. She opened her mouth and sucked on his tongue. He moved his hands over her arms and gripped the bottom of her sweater, tugging it up and off.

“You are so beautiful. I’m going to touch every part of you.” His fingertips grazed along her ribs and around her back. He unclasped her bra and pulled it off.

The room wasn’t cold, but her nipples were hard. She grabbed a fistful of his sweater and pulled it over his head. There were so many ridges of his muscles to explore. She gripped his biceps as she soaked in the view. He cupped her breasts and ran his thumb over her erect nipples. His hands burned hot like coals pulled from the fire. He leaned in and kissed down her neck, over her chest and sucked one puckered nipple into his mouth. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and arched into him.

Her body blazed from his attention. His hands and mouth were like an inferno. The window against her back did nothing to cool her. She barely registered the cold. The rest of their clothing needed to come off. She wanted to see him naked. Her hands traveled down his back as he lavished more attention to her breasts, burrowing his face between her mountains. When she found the top of his sweats, she yanked them down along with his briefs. She couldn’t get them all the way off in their position.

Martin pulled away. “I need to see all of you, so I can touch you properly. Take off your pants,” he said removing his, and his socks.

She complied, staring at his gorgeous cock. It stood proud, grazing his belly button and begging for attention. Once she was naked, she reached out and ran her hands over his chest. “You take my breath away.”

“Touch me.” He covered her hands with his and guided them over his body. Starting at his nipples, over his pecks and his rock-hard abs. She watched their joined hands as they roamed his magnificent body. He moved them over his hips and let go when she rounded them over his tight ass.

Their lips met, and this kiss wasn’t like before. It was hungry. She pulled him flush against her and the heat was like a volcanic eruption with nowhere to go. When his hands moved down her sides and over her ass she whimpered. He lifted her one leg and his erection settled between them. Her moisture coated his length, and she wanted so badly to feel him inside her. It all happened so fast, but she didn’t want them to stop.

He broke the kiss and stepped back, devouring her with his eyes. “It’s my turn to touch you.” He grabbed her hands, and she covered them as they roamed her body. Starting at her cheeks, then working his way towards her breasts. He stayed there for a while and she liked the way his pupils expanded the more turned on he became. They followed the same path they’d traveled over his body, but he stopped at the top of her mound.

“Martin, please keep going.”

“I can see your pussy lips are wet.” His words only added more fuel to the fire raging inside her.

With her hand over his, he ran them through her moisture. She was soaking wet. He inserted two fingers, and they both moaned. “Yes!” She yelled as he pumped his fingers in and out. He circled her clit with his thumb and pushed another finger inside, stretching her. “Oh. Oh!” Her climax came so quickly and with such force, she smashed her head against the window.

“So perfect.” He didn’t stop touching her until the last of the tremors subsided. His smile sent a new blush to her cheeks. “Will you grant my wish now?”

How could she deny him anything? He’d made her come faster than a rabbit in heat.

“Okay. Should… maybe we should get dressed.”

“Not yet. It’s only fair I get to taste you. You sucked my cock earlier and I’ve been dying to lick your cunt all fucking day.” He lowered himself to his knees and threw her leg over his shoulder. There was no time to respond or think even before his tongue licked along her entrance.

“Oh, wow.” She braced herself against the window, showing the world her bared backside. Martin used one hand to open her lips as he wiggled his very talented tongue inside her. His black hair tickled her thighs, and she dove her hands into his silky mane. It felt better than anything in the entire world. Her legs shook as he ate her out.

He licked and sucked until she was screaming his name. It took no time before another climax bloomed. He’d mastered the art of going down on a woman. The combination between his fingers and tongue made her come again with a flourish. Her entire body trembled. She clenched her fists, humping his face and riding out the waves of bliss.

“Can you let go of my hair?” He asked in a muffled voice.

She loosened her grip, and he set her leg down. “I’m sorry. That was… Did I hurt you?”

He chuckled as he stood. “Not at all. There’s only one part of me that’s a little sore.” He looked down and her eyes followed to his cock. The vein that ran along the length bulged. He needed attention.

“I guess it’s time for my last wish.”

He wiped her juice off his lip. “We can’t undo any of this. If we take the next step, I’m not sure I’ll be able to fuck you only one time. Please, be sure you want this because once we start I won’t stop.”

“I want you. I wish for us to have sex with no strings attached and no expectations, other than to have fun. Give us tonight. A few hours of fun and excitement. To be clear, I’m wishing for you to show me a night of passion. We’ll be okay, Martin. Trust me, I know what I’m doing.”

That wasn’t entirely true since her feelings were all over the place. Two mind blowing orgasms had that effect on her. But she knew without a doubt she wanted him inside her. Whatever game they were playing, she wanted to see it through.

“Come here. I’m dying to get inside you,” he said, guiding her towards the couch. He kissed her mouth and sat her down. “I’ll be right back.” A moment later, he walked back wearing a condom and a smile. “Are you ready?”

“So ready. I’ve been dreaming about this moment since I saw you in the shower.” She reached out and stroked his shaft, opening her legs for him.

“You do not understand what your touch does to me. Lie down.” He pressed his hands against her shoulders and followed her onto the couch. She bent her legs, and he settled between them. “We’re going to fuck a million different ways tonight. A different position for every time I’ve fantasized about being with you. You’re gonna wish you had never opened this can of worms. But for our first time, I want you where I can see you. Does that work for you?”

Words escaped, as did the air in her lungs. She nodded; unable to formulate a response. This was her first time having sex with anyone other than Renny. She felt like it was her first time. Her palms were sweaty, and she exhaled slowly as she lined his erection against her opening. His body covered her, and she closed her eyes. Too overwhelmed by the skin to skin contact. The way he looked at her was so much more than she expected.

“Look at me. Tell me you want me and only me,” he said, pressing his forehead against hers. His eyelashes fluttered against hers. “Be in this moment with me.”

She opened her eyes and looked at him. Her attraction for him skyrocketed past lust and into the unknown. This wasn’t about sex or finding her confidence; this moment was about them. Coming together, pushing the boundaries of their friendship and forging a new path. “Make love to me, Martin. I want you and only you.”

Their lips collided as he pushed inside. She was so wet; her body greeted him with cheers and high fives. She swore she heard a round of applause in the background. They kept their eyes open as their bodies became one. His thick girth stretched and filled her so perfectly. It was like they were made for each other. This was by far, the most intimate act she’d ever experienced in her life. It took her breath away.

Once he was all the way in, he stilled. “You feel better than in my dreams. I won’t last long.” He moved his hips, and she ran her hands over the muscles on his back.

Each thrust and grunt brought her closer to the edge. “I’m so close,” she breathed, staring at his handsome face.

She kissed his lips, his cheek and sucked on his earlobe. He adjusted her leg, lifting it over his hips and pushed in further. Deeper than she’d thought possible. She wrapped her legs around his waist and cried out when he reached her G-spot. He rammed into it over and over again. Lines formed on his forehead and sweat coated his brows as they neared the tipping point. It was too much to take and she couldn’t hold back.

“Ah… Oui. I’m Coming!” Just like that, she splintered into blissful pieces of mush. She kept her focus on Martin as every part of her tightened.

“Sylvie!” His eyes were half-lidded as he yelled her name, emptying himself inside her. He pumped his hips a few more times as the climax washed over them. It was almost magical and unlike anything she’d ever experienced.

As she lay there under him, the reality of the moment stunned her. She’d made love to her best friend and had the most intense orgasm ever. She had no idea their connection would be so… intense. Catching her breath, she waited for her heartbeat to regulate. “That’s the first time I’ve ever come from penetration alone. Usually, I need… more stimulation.”

His hair covered his face, and she brushed it aside. “Is your clit feeling neglected?” He planted a brief kiss against her lips before standing up. “Don’t worry, my belle. We’re only getting started.”

She watched him remove the condom. His cock was still semi hard. She delighted knowing that their playtime had only begun. It scared her how much she enjoyed being with him, sexually and otherwise. She’d loved him forever, but those feelings ran much deeper now. How deep, she refused to think about.

They were now friends who’d had sex. It wasn’t a big deal, or it didn’t have to be. She prayed she hadn’t made a mistake by testing their friendship in this way. It didn’t feel wrong. All she wanted was to keep feeling the way she did for as long as she could. Tomorrow, they could decide what it all meant.