Page 49 of He Has Game (Boston Brawlers Hockey)
“Yeah? How do you propose to do that, Vivvie? Tell me in excruciating detail.” I whisper, leaning close with my ear near her lips. She gives a light laugh, not nervous, but knowing.
“Not here, Finn. I know you want me to talk dirty, but,” she darts a look in the rearview mirror at the driver, “we’re almost h—there anyway.”
That’s the second time she almost said home. She feels at home with me, maybe a little too settled into her role as fiancée.Be careful, Finn. She has a fragile heart. In more ways than one.
The car pulls up to the curb in front of my building. It’s too late to change my mind.Or not. Maybe she senses my hesitancy, because Vivvie takes my hand and pulls me with her out the door. I lean back in and give the driver a fifty. A celebration tip. Because suddenly, with Vivvie’s hand in mine, urging me to go forward, I feel the excitement mounting like the blood is pounding up the stairs, relentlessly rising to that height that will make me dizzy with pleasure.
“Thanks, man.” The young driver grins in appreciation and I’ve just won over another fan. If he even knows who I am. Not every soul in this city is a Brawlers fan. Though I may have captured the notice of the rest with the release of my last ad plastered on city buses. The photo shows me wearing glasses and reading a book. It’s a PSA for libraries. I did the shoot for free at Mary’s suggestion to promote myself as a good boy.
I think it would be more convincing if I wasn’t bare chested.
The doorman lets us in and we head for the private elevator as I gather Vivvie in my arms.
“How do you always smell so good?” I ask. Not that I don’t want to know the answer, but I’m prepared for this to be one of the mouthwatering mysteries of life. It’s a test to see if she still has that charming habit of answering rhetorical questions.
Looking up at me while I press the elevator button and the doors glide open, I’m pretty sure she’s suppressing a smile.
“I’m a freak of nature,” she says. I laugh as I pull her into the elevator.
“You’re sassing me.”
“You’re testing me.”
I pull her between my legs as I lean against the back wall and the doors slide closed. This could be a memorable elevator ride and I’m suddenly sorry it’s so short.
“Always,” I say. “You have a problem with that?”
She shakes her head because she’s gone quiet as I grind my hips against her so she can feel me hardening.
“Feel what you do to me. Do you see how much power you have?”
“Yes,” she moans. My excitement spikes, shooting sparks straight to my dick and putting me past thegetting therestage. My dick is in full hard-on mode, standing straight and praying to the altar of Vivvie.
The doors slide open and I back her off the elevator, holding her against me like we’re doing an erotic dance across the hall to my door. I smash her up against it and run my hands up her body, cupping her heavy breasts, slipping my hands under her sweater and thumbing her nipples through the thin lacy fabric of her bra.
“Oh my God, Finn.” She’s breathless.
“Hold that thought, sweetheart.” I slip my key card from my pants and a condom comes out with it. I dangle it in front of her and her eyes go glassy. She licks her bottom lip.
Her face half excited, half horrified, she says. “Not out here.” I laugh, kiss her forehead as I stroke her nipples with one hand and unlock the door with the other. Opening it, she stumbles backward and I catch her, sweeping her inside the room and kicking the door closed behind us, the tide of my excitement rising as if the possibility of how high it can go is endless.
But I need to calm down, because I’m going to need patience tonight and I want to do this right for Vivvie, to give her a night of so many orgasms they’ll be impossible to count, running into one another wave after wave. My cock bounces with approval. Fuck. I’ll be testing my reserves and stamina and ability to hold off. But the challenge is the most enticing one I could imagine and I’m up to it.
Pushing the coat from her shoulders, I slow down, kissing her face, her eyes, her forehead, the delicate shell of her ear. But she doesn’t slow down, tugging at my shirt, pulling it from my pants and slipping her hot and talented little hands inside to touch me.
Taking her to my room, I undress her as I’m undressing myself, until we’re both naked and standing on the plush carpet in the middle of the room, our clothes strewn about.
“Beautiful doesn’t say enough,” I say. “They need to invent a new better word to describe you.” I close in on her, bringing our bodies together skin to skin, my cock hard against her soft belly, my chest pressed against the plump silkiness of her breasts, our legs entwined and my hands skimming up and down her back, down to her sweet round ass.
“God, you feel so good.”
“You feel so . . . everything,” she says. “So magnificent and . . . big.” I laugh and slip an arm under her legs, lifting her in my arms, I take her to my bed.Ourbed for tonight.
“Oh my God, Finnegan Reed. You are a romantic after all,” she says. But she doesn’t realize what’s coming—mostly her—and that I have all kinds of erotic intentions having nothing to do with romance as I lower her to the bed and hover over her.
“Kiss me,” she says, staring into my eyes.
“I have every intention of kissing you,” I promise. “Everywhere on your body. I plan to lick every last juicy morsel of you, to find every hidden secret place and tease you with my mouth and tongue until you can’t breathe, until you scream my name in a wild orgasm of thanks and praise.”
