Page 27 of He Has MVP (Boston Brawlers Hockey)
Chapter 10
Aiden
The rattle of the windows does nothing to rattle me and, more surprisingly, Pink doesn’t even flinch. But to be fair, I don’t think she has the ability to move because I’m pretty sure I sucked the last ounce of energy from her with that last orgasm. We’re tangled together, warm and breathing normally now. Contentment travels through me as I stroke the soft pliable skin of her breast for no reason except that I can.
“Why did you agree to puppy-sit with me this weekend?” It’s an odd thing to say, but I ask because we both know she didn’t need to do it. She didn’t need to cave so easily to Chelsea’s mild pressure.
She licks her lips. I think it’s my favorite horrible habit that she has. Or at least it tortures me the most. Except now that I’m lying in bed with her and we’re sated and naked, I don’t need to hold back. So I don’t.
Rolling to my side, I face her. Then I caress her cheek and kiss her with all the tenderness in my heart. Slow and gentle with our passion spent, I explore her mouth, like I’m exploring the gateway to her soul, like I’m testing how I feel. I don’t know what the connection is that we have, where the chemistry comes from, only that it exists. Ending the kiss on a sigh, I can’t let her get away without answering my question.
“Why did you agree when you knew I’d be here? You knew I could handle it on my own.”
“You ask a good question,” she whispers, her mouth a breath from mine. “What if I don’t know the answer? Truly? What if I can’t even figure out my own head, my motives? Because it’s so unlike me to act impulsively.”
“Maybe you wanted to do your friend a favor.” I need to hear her deny it.
She snorts a laugh. My second favorite terrible habit of hers.
“I’ve been doing Chelsea favors for years. Ever since I’ve known her. She owes me her first, second and third-born child by now. But who’s keeping track?” She shrugs one pale shoulder, that little tease curving one side of her well-kissed mouth. Not quite a smile, more like a smirk, like she’s been hanging out with me too long or that she can’t allow herself too many smiles. “I love her like a sister,” she says finally. “I don’t mean sorority sister, though we started out that way. More than that. Neither of us has a real sister. Maggs too. We were like the three Musketeerettes, bound forever as the sisterless sisters, all beset by brothers. Except Chelsea’s brother died and that makes me grateful for mine and protective of her.”
I nod. The notion of her giving freely to her friend sends a shaft of pain through my chest. I recognize the feeling.Longing. It’s never been so strong, so specific to one woman. But there’s no way to shove it aside, ignore it or pretend it away. She looks at me, brushes her hair from her face, all her heart on display in those serious eyes turned tender.
“I know I’m rambling, not making any sense.” She waves a hand like she always does. Another lovable habit. “Maybe I came because I love dogs,” she says, a teasing note in her voice accompanying the taunt on her lips. Those juicy lips. My dick loves her lips so much it jumps.
“Some people have calledmea dog,” I say.
She laughs out loud. And then she pushes up on her elbow, her face over mine, and kisses me like she means it. More than lust infuses the mingling of her lips with mine. There’s no keeping track of time as it travels from the evening dark to the blank of full night in this storm. I only know I fight sleep as long as possible, drinking up every bit of her passion and giving everything I have until we slip into that half dream state. And then just before oblivion settles, I remember the prediction of tidal waves in the morning. I’ll need to get up early to get out the sand bags.
