Page 20 of He Has Trouble (Boston Brawlers Hockey)
Laughing into her mouth, with one hand, I yanked her jeans down past her knees, as far as I could go, feeling desperate as she kissed me. She slipped the foil packet from my pocket and ripped it open behind my back.
The sound of tearing foil never sounded so erotic, making me growl in anticipation. Holding my cock tight, she played with my tip, making me suck air as I held myself above her. Then she rolled the condom over me as I looked down at her. The wild look in her eyes mingled with deep knowing adoration as she threaded my hair with the fingers of her other hand. And truthfully, I didn’t know which gesture drove me crazier, made me want—no need—her more.
“Are you ready?” I said as I lowered myself, put my hand over hers and we both positioned my throbbing cock at her opening. I thumbed her clit, finding it swollen and slick and she arched up to me, opening her legs wider as her eyes went glassy.
“Oh my god, Brady. You know how I want you, how I’ve always wanted you. How I’ve always— “
My body shook with each word, quaking with desperation, until I knew what she would say next, knew she would declare her love, knew it would shatter me, physically and down to my soul. I shut her off, pressing my mouth hard against hers, filling her mouth with my tongue as I shoved my cock forward, filling her center in one long hard thrust. I groaned into her mouth. She felt so good, so snug and hot as I pulled out to my tip and then pumped back inside her, the throbbing already sending my blood raging, already blocking out all sound, defying the very existence of the outside world.
She moaned, “Harder, faster...” And I obliged, separating our mouths so I could look at her, see her face, see her love. Let her see mine in this moment as we joined, defiant and jubilant and with all the audacity in me, I pumped, brazenly taking what she offered without guilt, without reservation, with everything in me, heart and soul. As I felt myself tightening, felt my balls seizing, I reached my hand between us and found her clit, juicy and ready to explode, I flicked as I pumped and watched her face, glossy and pink, contort in that pleasure-pain expression I knew, heard her scream my name out as she clutched my hair, then clenched her thighs and the walls of her sucked in around my cock in a spasm that sent me over the edge,
“God, Angela… I…” I growled and let go in a rush of cum inside her as she wrapped her legs around me, pulling me in and holding me as the waves of our orgasms took us together. Holding her close, my arms wrapped around her, I murmured in her ear, breathing heavy through the aftershocks and prayed that this moment would never end, promised anything and everything to the heavens if I could have Angela forever.
She held onto me tight even when I finally regained my ability to think, to use my brain and reason that I could be suffocating her, laying on her, holding her the way I was. But when I moved, she tightened her legs and arms, making me laugh and whisper in her ear.
“Can you breathe with me on top of you.”
“Who needs air?” Her voice was slightly muffled and I could tell her breathing was strained. Kissing her hair and her earlobe, I moved and loosened her hold, but held onto her as I rolled us on our sides. Then I just stared at her in the dim light. I could have stayed that way forever, but we were still half dressed and I wanted to feel skin against skin.
She said, “Maybe we should finish undressing.” Her slow smile and her mind-reading act did things to my heart, making it bubble dangerously, making me want to confess things to her I had no business saying. Not yet. But I needed to get there.
Instead, we let go of each other and I discarded the condom along with rest of our clothes before getting back under the covers exactly where I’d been, taking up the same position where we left off, minus my cock being inside her. But it nestled against her belly so all was not lost.
“I want you this way all night,” she said on a yawn and I kissed her forehead and her hair and sighed.
“So do I, angel.”
* * *
In the morning,I took her hand in mine as we crossed the back yard to her house. I’d packed my bag and stowed it in the rental car and she held in her tears, but I knew they were there. We didn’t talk about what happened next. I knew she was waiting for me and I needed to get my act together, but I felt frozen in place, all the jubilant defiance of last night buried again in guilt and doubt.
We went inside and it was early enough that everyone was in the kitchen having coffee. The smell of bacon and eggs and English muffins in the air. The smell of home. The way it was when I used to come over for breakfast so often even the cat thought I was part of the family. I pretended to be, carried it off often enough to keep my ambitions alive, made it all the way to the NHL on the encouragement and life-giving love I’d gotten from my pretend family. The Rizzos.
I took the mug of coffee Mrs. Rizzo handed to me, sat in the chair Mr. Rizzo pulled out for me, looked around at Eddie, his two younger brothers and youngest sister and then let my eyes come to rest on Angela’s face. She nodded ever so slightly, enough to force the words from me.
“I’ve been traded,” I said. The words becoming more real each time I said them, especially after I got the call from the Boston coach confirming the deal that morning. There were gasps and questions in response, but Mr. Rizzo’s voice rose above the chorus of his family as it usually did.
“Where are the bastards sending you, son?” He always called me son. I always discounted it as an old-fashioned expression, but looking at him now, maybe it was more. Maybe it had always been more.
“Turns out they’re not such bastards after all. I’m heading to Boston to join the Brawlers today.”
The screeches and yells of triumphant delight were deafening and Mrs. Rizzo jumped from her chair, launching herself at me for a hug as I stood. Mr. Rizzo stood and pumped my hand while his wife embraced me. All the guys joined in with ear piercing whistles and shouts and Angela and her little sister pumped fists and laughed.
Looking at Angela over the heads of her family who surrounded me with affection, I smiled, indulging myself in the family’s pleasure and pride. Her family. This washerfamily.
But that wasn’t the reason I wanted her so much. Not entirely at least, but I couldn’t rule out my need for this belonging, leading me to her. I accepted the congratulations and we all settled down again at the table. I took a bracing swig of my black coffee.
“I’m on my way out now. I need to be there by ten and you know the traffic.” Shoving back from the table I sensed a change in mood.
“This time you won’t be staying away so long,” Mrs. Rizzo said. It wasn’t a question, though it wasn’t exactly a demand either, just a confident knowing, like a statement of fact before it happened.
“Hell no. There will be tickets for all of you, for as many games as you can handle.” That met with hearty approval as I stood and they all walked me to the front door, like they were sending me off with a parade. I gave everyone a hug good-by and stood in the doorway.
Angela was last. I pulled her out the door with me. We walked down the driveway, stopping at the driver’s door. Standing close, not feeling the cold air, I faced her.
“Come with me to Boston. For the day,” I said. “Watch practice or wait in the hotel room or go shopping. When I’m done, we can have dinner.”
“Do you realize what you’re asking? I have a job, a life, things to do and you want me to put it all on hold for you, to toss everything aside and I don’t even know why…”
