Friday, December 31, 2010

Chapter 13

Jon winced as he tried to stretch and found that he ached in places he had never ached even after game six against Phillie. He’d never slept on the couch before and he made a mental note not to do it again even as he buried his face in Edie’s soft fragrant hair. If he had to do two hours on the table with physio, it had been worth it to wake up with her warm body curled into his.

“Morning babe,” he whispered into her hair. She made a purring sound in response, backed her ass into him and pulled his arms tighter around her. He smiled and pressed a kiss to the nape of her neck. “Well at least you’re not trying to take off,” he added, maybe a little too hopefully because she let out a long frustrated sounding groan.

“What time is it?” she asked, groggily, yawning and wriggling like she wanted to get free. Jon tightened his arms around her and refused to let her move. “Mmm Jon, you know I have to go,” she moaned, going very still, like she was mad at him for stopping her from going.

“No, I know you seem pretty determined to go but I know you don’t have to go,” he told her, his heart beginning to hammer in his chest in panic.

“I have a flight to catch,” she reminded him with a sigh, but at the same time she pressed her lips to the back of his arm.

“Flights can be cancelled or rebooked,” he told her quietly and she grumbled and even laughed.

“Yeah but work…that’s not so easily fixed,” she chuckled, rolling in his arms until she was facing him. She lay on her back and he leaned on his elbow and looked down at her. At least she wasn’t running but his pulse was still racing, knowing that she was planning to leave, no matter what arguments he came up with. It was a helpless feeling and he hated it.

“Okay, what do you do?” he asked and watched her roll her eyes and shake her head. “Humor me. Just tell me.” She sighed again but he could tell by the way her full mouth turned, just that little bit, that she was giving in, on this at least.

“I work for this marketing company that works with beverage companies, beer companies, that kind of thing,” she explained with an expression on her face that clearly said she didn’t expect him to understand.

“So that’s why you were meeting with the Wirtz’s,” he smiled, feeling proud of himself for getting the association right away. “So we talk to them. I’m sure they have contacts, and if that fails, you could probably be an ice girl.” He didn’t even duck when she reached up and gave him a playful slap on his upper arm.

“Yeah, you’d like that huh? Me shakin’ my groove thing out there for everyone to see,” she rolled those emerald green eyes of hers’ again and this time he laughed.

“Maybe not,” he told her quietly, dropping a soft kiss onto each eyelid. “I don’t want to share you, at all,” he added, pulling the blanket up over them both and cuddling beneath it, pulling her close. “C’mon, stay. We’ll figure everything out,” he promised her, partly because he believed it and partly because he was desperate to have her believe it too. She pressed her forehead to his shoulder and let out a moan.

“Stop it,” she whined. She was saying it but the way her hand was sliding up his back and her body was naturally relaxing against his, accommodating his, was telling him something else entirely.

“Why? Am I getting through to you, finally?” he whispered against her temple and felt more than heard her laugh.

“You know I like this,” she admitted, clinging to him. He wanted to relax, feeling like she was finally choosing him but until she said she was staying, he didn’t want to hope for too much. “But I just don’t feel like it’s real. I feel like…,” she laid back and met his gaze with tears in her eyes. “I feel like this is a perfect moment in time and if we try to make it into something else…than we’re probably just going to fuck it up.” Jon knew what it meant to not want something too much, but he’d won a gold medal and the Cup and he had learned to get over those feelings. He’d also figured out a long time ago that his friends who hadn’t had the same experiences, hadn’t grown up playing sports competitively had more trouble visualizing positive outcomes. He could already see it, her being here when he came home from practice, from games, but she was already spooked, so he didn’t tell her.

“I think you’re over thinking it,” he told her, brushing the back of his hand along her cheekbone.

I am?” she laughed and leaned into his hand. “You’re planning out my job interviews and I can see what’s going on in that brain of yours,” she added, tapping his temple with her finger. “You’re already calling the moving van in your head, I can see it.” He didn’t want to lie because he had been imaging what his apartment would look like with girl stuff everywhere and what his mom would think of another woman’s touch around the place.

“It could be good,” he told her seriously and bent to touch his lips to hers’ but she pressed her fingers to his mouth and pushed back.

“I think you’re crazy and…and sexy and cute and so…so amazing and this is all doing my head in,” she told him honestly and then pulled him down for a long, soft kiss that stirred his blood at the same as it made his heart ache. She was going to leave. He was pretty sure she didn’t want to but he was also damn sure she was going to anyway. 

Edie pulled back when Jon didn’t kiss her back. She looked up into his teddy bear brown eyes and knew that she’d popped their little bubble. Gone was the playful, sexy expression in his eyes. It was replaced by something serious and something hurt.

“Don’t,” she plead quietly, reaching up to touch his cheek. “I have like three hours,” she added, glancing towards the glowing time on the PVR. “Can’t we just….” Jonathan shook his head, and pushed up and away from her.

“You should probably go,” he said coolly, grabbing his pants off of the floor and pulling them on. Edie pulled the throw up around her chest and sat up. She stared at him, fighting her first impulse to get up and run her fingers over his wide chest, to wrap her arms around his waist and hold him, erase the unhappy expression he was currently wearing but then, she knew, she would be being just as contrary to reality as he was.

“Jon…I’m just trying to be realistic. I mean this has been fucking amazing but…,” she bit her lip when his expression went from upset to pissed off, real anger flaring in his eyes.
“But what? I like you, you like me, but it’s just sex, is that it?” He wore an expression she’d seen him wear when Kevin Bieksa or one of the other Canuck D was pushing him around. He didn’t like it much and he wasn’t going to put up with it.

“I’m not a spontaneous kinda girl,” she tried to explain. “This is probably the most impulsive I’ve ever been. I just don’t think we should push our luck.” If it was humanly possible, Edie expected to see steam come out of his ears as Jon’s glare turned to an actual look of fury, little red dots appearing on the apples of his cheeks as he made a very unhappy face.

“Get your shit,” he repeated in an abrupt tone before he disappeared into another room. Edie sat in the dark and listened to him send a ping pong ball into the wall, hard.

“Damn,” she said quietly, blinking back tears. She dropped her head into her hands and cursed her own pride silently. “It’s just sex,” she told herself, but even as the words came out of her mouth she knew it was bullshit. In that moment, she knew she wanted to be in that other room with him, in his arms, and that there was nowhere else in the world that she wanted to be. “Damn it,” she grumbled, smacking her forehead against her hands and clenching her teeth. “Okay…okay fuck it!” Taking a deep breath she stood up, let the blanket fall and walked across the room, down the hall and into the room where Jon was still hammering ping pong balls into the wall, leaving little dents behind. “Jon,” she called, waiting for him to turn and then, “Jon,” she said louder, turning her hands into a bull horn. “Damn it, Jon I’m naked here!” She watched him stop, put the paddle down on the table and lean forward, his back to her, his amazing ass staring her straight in the face.

“What?!” he growled. She could see the tension in his muscles and her hands clenched and unclenched as she fought the urge to go and run her hands over his skin.

“Two weeks…I looked,” she began, pursing her lips as she admitted that she’d thought of this. “Two week…well, almost three and you’re playing in Vancouver. If we can…if we can figure this…whatever this is by then and when you get to Vancouver and we still…we want this,” she moved forward and slid her arms around his waist and pressed her cheek to the middle of his back, “and you get me that interview…then…oh fuck, then yeah…we’ll see.” He was still tense, but Edie was sure that she felt him relaxing by inches.

“Yeah?” His voice was muffled but she didn’t miss the hopeful but guarded note in his voice.

“Is a frog’s ass water tight?” she asked, grinning and he finally laughed.

“Jezus Christ Ede’s,” he grumbled as he turned around pulled her into his arms. “You have no idea how fucking relieved I am to hear you fucking say that,” he whispered into the crown of her head. His arms clamped around her until she thought she’d never be able to breathe again and then he loosened his grip just enough to let her look up at him so that he could press his soft lips over hers’.

The kiss started out soft, slow and sweet, like melted caramel, but as if he was suddenly reminded that she was naked in his house, he parted her lips with his tongue and Edie suddenly felt herself lifted onto the ping pong table. He stepped between her legs and deepened the kiss. Edie wrapped her legs around him and did the same with her arms. Sliding her hands up the smooth skin of his back, she dug her fingers into his hair and he responded with a moan as he began to press his growing erection against her, the wool of his suit pants rough against her pussy lips.

“Shit…I’ve wanted to do this since I bought the thing,” he breathed, his hands fumbling with the fly of his crumpled suit pants. Edie grinned at his efforts and then grew impatient and batted his hands away. He groaned as she freed him, her hand cupping his heavy length, guiding it between her legs and then it was her turn to groan. Edie sucked in a ragged breath between her teeth. “You okay?” he asked, his big meaty hands digging into her thighs, his lips brushing hers’.

“Kind of…no, let’s be honest, more than a little tender,” she hissed as she locked her ankles at the small of his back.

“You don’t…don’t want me to stop do you?” he asked in a very young, very boyish way, the words saying he would, the expression on his face making it clear that he couldn’t even if he wanted to.

“No,” she replied, smiling up at him as she slowly lay back on the green table, reaching for the edge with one hand and the net with the other. “If this is gonna be the last time for three weeks you better make sure I can’t do this again until you see me in Vancouver.” 

“I hate this,” he told her honestly as they stood together at the departure gate. His own plane was waiting on the tarmac, his teammates were already boarding. Coach had raised his eyebrow when Jon had asked for an extra few minutes to walk her to the gate, but had acquiesced. Jon didn’t often ask for favors. “I wish I knew I was coming back tomorrow to you.”

“The only way we’re going to know, for sure, if whatever we’re feeling is more than just heat,” she began, looking down at where their fingers were twined, “is to get a little space. That doesn’t mean that you can’t send me racy text messages from the showers after the game,” she added a little more playfully, her free hand sliding up under his suit jacket to feel the warmth coming off of him in waves.

“Only if you’ll do the same,” he asked and then immediately went a very bright shade of crimson that could best be described as tomato. He was already imagining it, she could tell, and made a mental note to figure out how to use the timer on her digital camera back home.

“And we’ll talk on the phone, maybe skype?” she prompted and he nodded the crimson tide rising from beneath his collar, darkening the already deep shade of scarlet that was colouring his face as her hand slid down to cup his right butt cheek. He was looking around nervously and it was only then that Edie reminded herself that he wasn’t just some cute guy that had picked her up at the bar. He was the Jonathan Toews and this was his backyard. Chicago had adopted him and made him one of their own. Canoodling in public was probably frowned upon by his handlers and he was certainly making it obvious it wasn’t something he was comfortable doing and yet he was doing it, for her. “You have to go,” she said quietly, taking a step back and removing her hand from his so that she could straighten his tie. He looked down at her fingers and then gathered them all into his own and kissed each and every knuckle on both of her hands before he met her gaze again.

“I know you think I don’t mean it when I say it,” he told her softly, his big dark eyes full of such intensely earnest emotions that Edie forced herself to remain silent, not to argue, even though she knew what was coming. “I think I am in love with you and I know that three weeks isn’t going to change that. In fact,” that crooked smile of his reappeared suddenly and Edie found that she was completely helpless to do anything other than to grin back at him, “it’s probably just going to make you fall in love with me more than you are already.” She rolled her eyes. It had come out of her mouth, despite her best efforts not to say it out loud when he’d brought her for what had seemed like the hundredth time on his ping pong table. She hadn’t had the energy to fight the raw unchecked emotions that had overwhelmed her when he’d gathered her up like a rag doll into his massive arms and carried her into his bed and held her there. What else could a girl have said to him in that moment? It had been true then and as he grinned mischievously at her now, it was still true.

“Yeah well, we’ll see about that,” she shrugged and did her best to look unaffected. He laughed and the next thing she knew, he was dragging her up off of her feet and covering her mouth with his. Edie wrapped her arms around his neck and kicked up her heels. She almost hoped someone was taking their picture. She was willing to bet they looked as cute as a button right about now and not like they’d worn each other out and wouldn’t be walking straight for a week. “You have to go,” she reminded him as he put her down.

“So do you,” he said seriously with a glance over her shoulder at the long line that was slowly moving towards the security gate. “We’ll talk later?” he asked again as she leaned into his hand where he had reached up to brush her hair back behind her ear.

“As soon as I get off the plane, and as soon as you get off the ice, no matter what time, okay?” He nodded and then kissed her forehead, each eyelid and the tip of her nose before leaving her with a soft, barely there kiss before he turned like he was being forced at gun point, and walked away, back towards the doors that would lead him to that waiting golf cart that would take him to the Hawks’ waiting plane.

Edie watched him go and for the first time in her life knew what John Dunne had meant in that poem she’d had to memorize for Lit twelve:

 If they be two, they are two so                                           
    As stiff twin compasses are two ; 
Thy soul, the fix'd foot, makes no show 
    To move, but doth, if th' other do.  

And though it in the centre sit, 
    Yet, when the other far doth roam,                               
It leans, and hearkens after it, 
    And grows erect, as that comes home.  

Such wilt thou be to me, who must,
    Like th' other foot, obliquely run;
Thy firmness makes my circle just,                                   
    And makes me end where I begun

Tuesday, December 28, 2010

Chapter 12

I trust all of you had a good little break, and I know some of you are snowed in (I wish) but I'm back now so hopefully there's some more JT goodness coming soon!

“You do have a really nice view from here,” she sighed as she looked out at the sparkling city lights of Chicago. She was curled up against him on the couch in his living room her head on his chest, cuddled under a fleece throw.

“I have a great view right here,” he responded, his arm tightening around her shoulders until she looked up into his face. He wasn’t looking out at the city, just down at her. He was wearing a smug expression and his grin only got wider when she rolled her eyes at him. He slid his other arm behind his head and let out a satisfied sounding sigh.

“I thought you were Captain Serious, not Captain Smart Ass,” she gave his washboard stomach a slap but he didn’t so much as wince.

“According to you I’m Captain Love Machine,” he reminded her and Edie squealed and pressed her forehead to the centre of his chest to hide the flame of embarrassment that immediately coloured her face. She didn’t remember saying it, but then it seemed he had the ability to make her do a lot of things she had no intention of doing. She heard him laugh and looked up into his easy grin and knew that while the whole smug thing was real, and he did have every right to be proud of himself, that if she had said it, it hadn’t gone to his head. He really was a good down to earth Canadian kid underneath his usually cool, calm and composed exterior. “So, do you think you could get used to this?” he asked, out of the blue, ripping her out of her happy place and dropping her back into reality.

“Don’t Jon, please,” she muttered, extricating herself from the blanket and reaching for the nearest thing to cover herself with, his jersey. She heard his heavy, unhappy sounding sigh and then she felt the back of the jersey being tugged on and the next thing she knew, she was sitting in his lap with his muscular arms around her like a seatbelt, cinched.

“Why not?” he asked as his grip on her tightened when she struggled to free herself. “We could go all night pretending we don’t have to deal with it, or we can talk about it now,” he added, sliding one arm beneath and around her legs and tightening his arm around her waist until she couldn’t move.

“Or we could just have a really great night and not deal with it at all,” she suggested in a small voice, staring purposefully at the view despite the fact that she could feel his gaze boring a hole in her soul.

“Maybe you could,” he replied in a tone that suggested that he didn’t think much about that option or her for wanting to hold fast to it.

“It’s not an option Jon, you know it’s not,” she hissed through clenched teeth, furiously blinking away a flood of tears she could feel was about to fall. “It’s not even worth talking about.”

“So you have thought about it too,” he sighed and pressed his forehead to her shoulder like he was relieved. Maybe it was that he’d said ‘too’ meaning that he’d also been wondering how to prolong this momentary madness or maybe it was the way he clung to her when he said it but either way, Edie felt herself give in and melt into his embrace.

“Even if I have...I live in Vancouver...everything I have is there and I don’t even know you,” she whined into his neck as he gathered her closer as her body relaxed into his arms.

“You know more about me than I do about you,” he whispered into her hair, “I’m the one with the multimillion dollar contract that should be worried about asking a total stranger to move in with me.”

“Move in with...?” Edie struggled until she was straddling his lap and was looking down into his handsome face, with its’ open and honest features. She didn’t have to ask if he meant it. It was written all over the hopeful, boyish grin on his face. Closing her eyes and heaving another sigh, Edie shook her head. “That’s insane. You’ve spent a few hours with me. You can’t...I hardly know you and I wouldn’t let you do that!” she insisted, opening her eyes to find his grin had grown rather than shrunk. “Why? Why are you grinning like that?”

“Because you care about me,” he grinned as wide as the Cheshire cat and Edie growled in frustration.

“You’re like some kind of puppy following me home no matter how many times I try and kick you,” she snarled, balling her hands into fists and slamming them onto his shoulders. For his part, Jon just kept smiling, like either it didn’t hurt or he didn’t care if it did. “For all you know I’m some kind of lunatic stalker who talked you into sleeping with me or some kind of gold digging whore who’s just after your money. No! Stop grinning like that. It’s just sex, you don’t know me,” she insisted but was unable to fight back when he captured her face in his hands and pulled her down into a long, slow, wet kiss that left her unable to form another argument. Her entire body literally melted into his, her arms slipping around his neck, a groan morphing into a long, low moan as his cock stirred against her belly.

“I have never, ever in my life felt this out of control,” he whispered against her lips, “and I never thought I’d like it, but I do,” he added, his hands sliding down over her shoulders and down her back until they were cupping her buttocks, moving her up and over him.

She felt her body welcoming him, fitting over and around him as he lowered her slowly down until their bodies met again and Edie let out a gasp. She kept expecting to get used to the idea of his filling her completely, of his size and god like proportions but each and each and every time it felt like it was new, like it was happening for the first time. She closed her eyes as his mouth closed over her the pulse in her neck and she felt the sting of his teeth digging into her flesh. She dug her own fingernails into his upper arms and moved, sliding up onto her knees, feeling her body unwillingly letting him slide almost free until his hands pushed down on her hips and forced her back down over him.

Is this what it’s like to do crack, Edie wondered as he pushed up into her while she pressed down onto him, forcing the air from her longs in another involuntary gasp. Could she get used to this? She knew the answer. Yes, yes and a thousand times more yes. Yes to his body, with all of its thick, round muscles. Yes to the mole beneath his mouth. Yes to his crooked grin and even yes to silly little boy hair cut and especially yes to intensely serious gaze when he talked about hockey.

His hands slid up her back, taking the jersey with it, and for the second time she helped him take it off of her and dropped it onto the floor beside the couch and then watched as his lips closed around her nipple. Edie dug her fingers into his scalp and shut her eyes. Yes, she could get used to having her brains fucked out of her head on a regular basis even if it meant she’d always be just a little bit tender down there.

“Yessss, oh fuck yessss,” she cried as he bit down on her nipple just hard enough for the pain to momentarily overcome the amazing sensation of his dick filling her completely, stretching her, reaching places no other man had ever touched inside of her. Oh hell yes she could get used to this. 

“Yes to this?” he asked, his soft, wet tongue circling her other nipple before he sucked that one into his mouth while he used his stomach muscles and leg muscles to push up from the couch, so that she really had to hold on whiles she rode him. She nodded as she bit down on her bottom lip and whimpered. Her back bowed, offering her breasts to him on a plate and he sucked and nibbled on them while he watched a myriad of expressions pass over her beautiful face and with each thrust he sent the telepathic message: ‘stay’.

He’d never really enjoyed the whole bachelor life the way Kaner or some of the other guys he’d played with seemed to, though he’d long ago gotten used to being on his own. There had always seemed to be something missing, but before last night he’d thought he’d just been sort of homesick.

“Stay,” he said out loud, steadying he in his arms as he got up, waiting for her to wrap her legs around his waist before he took the two or three steps it took to get to the window where he could press her up against the cold pane of glass, knocking over his guitar in the process. “Stay with me, stay here,” he begged as he fastened his mouth to hers and pressed himself as far into her as he could. He loved the way her breasts felt, pressed softly against his chest. He loved the weight of her ass in his hands. He loved feeling lost inside of her. He loved...he loved her.

“No.... No it’s crazy you don’t know...umph!” He slammed into her, feeling the pane of glass shudder against them as he rammed his cock into the depths of her hot little honey pot.

“You’re independent,” he told her, emphasizing each word with a short, hard thrust. “You’re kind of crazy,” he added with a grin, “intense, funny, smart and beautiful.” His gaze held hers while he watched her gaze soften until her eyes looked like liquid gems. “And I’m falling so hard for you it’s a little fucking scary, I’ll admit that,” he told her before pressing his mouth over hers’ to muffle her objection. “Tell me you feel something,” he begged, but she just shook her head, her eyes squeezed shut so he couldn’t read her thoughts. “Give me something Edie,” he whispered with his mouth on her ear as he felt the rising tide of the orgasm threatening to spill over. He didn’t want to go under without something, some sign, a word....

“It’s not fair to ask me now,” she panted, the fingers of one hand splayed on the back of his head while the other fingers dug into his back.

“But I am,” he grinned, that sixth sense he’d learned to believe in tingling in the base of his brain, telling him that he was close to winning. “I am asking you Edie. If you don’t feel anything....”

“Fuck you, you know that’s not true,” she whimpered, her heels digging into his ass, like a rider egging on a horse.

“So tell me,” he asked again, breathlessly as he tried to hold himself still which was against the message every neurotransmitter in his body was sending. “Tell me how you feel.” He pulled back enough to search her face and found her looking back at him, her careful mask slipping as her bottom lip trembled. “Please Edie,” he whispered against her mouth ad she sobbed and shook her head.

“It’s impossible,” she whimpered, shaking her head again. Growling in frustration, Jon was ready to give up, to put her back on her feet and tell her to get dressed and leave, but just as he began to loosen his grip on her, she hiccupped and he looked back up into her face. “I don’t want to feel like this..., I don’t want to fall for a fucking Hawk.” She was crying now, but she was also smiling through her tears. Jon grinned back at her and then, capturing her mouth with his, he turned and took her back to the couch and laid her down, carefully.  

“Fall,” he whispered, sliding back into her, his mouth hovering over hers’. “Fall and I promise that I’ll catch you.” He kissed her and slid his tongue over and around hers’ and their bodies fell into a still new but familiar rhythm. Their bodies met and parted slowly while he tasted her tears on her lips. He didn’t ask for anything more, but he knew he was going to, that they would both have to before the night was over, but for now, Jon let the wave wash them both to shore and he fell, satisfied for now, into her arms whispering her name as he let himself go.

Friday, December 24, 2010

Chapter 11

true to my word, another chapter before the end of the week & if I get no more done before then, Happy Holidays one and all!

“Awwww shit!” Kaner tossed his stick down the hallway, his gloves following as he continued his temper tantrum into the room. Normally Jon would have felt the same. He wouldn’t have gone so far as to toss his stick or anything else, but he would have been hard pressed to find anything positive to say or think.

He hadn’t played well. Despite getting a power play goal, he hadn’t had a great game. He hadn’t been responsible in his own end and more than once he’d sent a pass to no one, or worse, to an Oiler’s player. Still, as he dropped down to the bench in front of his stall, Jonathan was smiling.

“You’re freaking me out Captain Serious,” Dunc was already half out of his skates. If they’d won most of the guys would have been hooting and hollering and the music would have been cranked. After a win it always took longer to go home. After a loss, the room would be cleared in less than half an hour.

“Sorry,” Jon apologized automatically and then bent to take off his skates. He heard Dunc laugh and then felt his fellow Winnipegger hand mussing his hair.

“I don’t like losing man, but I’m glad to see you wearing that stupid spaced out grin. I was beginning to think that you really might be some kind of android or something.” Jon glanced up at the rugged defenseman and smiled.

“That’s a pretty big word for you,” he teased and then watched as Dunc’s eyes got wider before he let out a shudder and turned to walk away. Laughing to himself, Jon went back to pulling off his skates and then started ripping the tape off of his socks.

“I’m not sure if I should feel guilty about what happened out there or not.” The small hairs on the back of his neck stood on end and his whole body felt suddenly warmer, like he’d just taken a swig of Irish whiskey. He stared at the very high heeled black boots in front of him and suddenly his mouth turned into a desert. Following the boots up to where they ended just above her knees, Jon flexed his fingers that began to itch with the need to slide up the smooth pale skin, up beneath the hem of the black skirt. “I’m up here Mr. Toews,” she purred and Jon thought he nodded, but wasn’t sure. His gaze was sort of stuck at the glimpse of lace topped thigh highs and he wasn’t entirely sure but he thought he could just see black ribbons and garters too.

“If you don’t know what to do with that Tayzer, I’ll be glad to help out,” Sharpie called from somewhere across the room. Jon ignored the howls and cat calls that followed. He knew what to do with her alright. He just didn’t know how long he could stop himself from doing it.

“You just gonna sit there and stare, Captain Toews? Or am I going to get an autograph?” She was holding a pen out towards him and his befuddled brain knew he was supposed to get up and sign the jersey she was wearing but other, far less family friendly answers to that question kept coming to the forefront of his brain as he got to his feet and finally looked into her emerald green eyes. She was still holding the pen out but he ignored it and took her face in his hands instead and kissed her, hard, right there in front of everyone.

A cheer went up around the room that only sounded half sarcastic but he didn’t care about anyone else in that room at that moment. All he cared about was that her lips tasted like Dr. Pepper, that her tongue was cold against his and that her body softly pressed against his as she wrapped her arms around his back. 

“You kind of stink,” she whispered into his ear as he hugged her close.

“You smell great,” he whispered back, “and that colour suits you.”

“I was kind of surprised I didn’t automatically break out in hives actually,” she replied as he finally unwound himself from her, although he didn’t let go of her completely, his fingers automatically lacing with hers’.

“Maybe just because it’s mine,” he told her in a whisper, not that he had to. The room that had gone silent when she’d walked in behind Rocky Wirtz now sounded like a beehive. “It probably would have it had been Kaner’s.”

“At least, but definitely a rash,” she replied with a smirk. 

“So can I take you home?” he asked, brushing her dark hair back over her shoulder. “I mean, are you going to take off again on me or...?”

“Carly rescheduled our flight for tomorrow,” she explained, “early,” she added, cringing. He sighed; his expression shifting from ecstatic to dejected before he squared his shoulders and nodded.

“Okay, one more night. I’ll take it,” he said resolutely and then, running the back of his hand down her cheek, he dropped his mouth onto hers’ for a brief, soft kiss. “Just let me get out of my gear and have a shower and then I’m spending one more night, the entire night, alone with you.”  His hand held her chin and the way he looked at her made her heart leap against her rib cage.

Edie nodded and turned and headed out through the doorway and into the crowded hallway, glancing back over her shoulder once before the double doors closed to see him standing there by his stall, watching her with a hangdog look on his face. One more night, she repeated to herself silently. He made it sound like he’d be lead to the gas chamber afterwards. She wondered, just for a moment, if it would feel like that to leave him again and then she blew out a long breath through pursed lips and forced the thought from her mind.

“He’s not that important,” she told herself in a voice meant only for her own ears. “It’s just sex, that’s all,” she added and then shook her head at her own lie and laughed. 

They didn’t talk when he walked her out to his car. They didn’t even attempt small talk as his sedan sped through the streets of Chicago towards the river and his condo with a view. They glanced nervously at one another in the elevator. Holding hands made it feel like a date, right down to his sweaty palms. The x-rated images swirling in his brain, however, were unlike any he’d had on a date before.

The minute the door closed and he locked it behind him, he felt like it was his first time all over again. He wiped his hands down his suit pants as he watched her walk over to the floor to ceiling windows in the living room. His jersey was under her arm. She was wearing a black cocktail dress and knee high boots, but he wasn’t seeing her clothes. In his mind she was already naked, in his bed.

His cock strained painfully, tenting his pants as he watched her drop the jersey onto the arm of his couch and reach back to unzip her dress. He told himself he should help her. He told himself that it was the gentlemanly thing to do and besides that, he wanted to smell, touch and taste her skin, but he remained rooted to the spot, staring.

The dress fell around her feet and still she stood with her back to him, only now he couldn’t ignore what she was wearing, or not wearing, which now seemed very much more important.

Her dark hair cascaded down her bare back. She wasn’t wearing a bra and her full breasts peek-a-booed at him in the window as she stood there in just those boots, stockings a garter belt and black bikini panties. She stood there for what felt like a long moment, looking at his reflection in the glass before she reached back for the jersey and slowly slipped it over her head.

That’s definitely going to change the way I look at our jersey he told himself as he moved towards her, each step seeming to take forever, their gazes still locked in the reflection, the only illumination that of the city lights winking at them, like thousands of diamonds surrounding her. The ice crew girls at the rink that Kaner was always ogling wore less and didn’t look this good.

He grabbed her shoulders and pressed his body against the back of hers. Her hair smelled like apricots and her skin tasted of lavender. She gasped as his teeth tugged at skin of her neck and the sound made him even harder than he’d already been. He rubbed his erection against the small of her back and, in answer, she pressed back against him, pressing her round little bottom against him, teasing him.

Growling in frustration, he pressed her against the glass until she was literally trapped there. He took her hands and pressed them flat against the glass and held them there while he pressed the evidence of his desire against her.
“Why’d you leave this morning?” he asked before biting down on her earlobe, tasting the metal of her earring in his mouth.

“I told you I had work to do,” she hissed but it wasn’t pain, he knew by the way she shuddered. He’d felt her body do that before. He felt confident that he knew the difference.

“Is that all?” he asked, using one hand to loosen his tie, still holding her other hand against the glass. “Is that the only reason?” he added, his voice taking on the rough edge of anger as having her back in his apartment reminded him of the hurt he’d felt when he’d found her gone. He watched her reflection, watched her bite down on her full bottom lip as she shook her head. “Tell me,” he hissed in her ear, his gaze still focussed on her reflection. Again, she only shook her head but this time she averted her gaze from his. “I think you know,” he told her, his lips brushing the delicate shell of her ear. “Tell me.”

“I think you have a pretty good idea,” she hissed, looking over her shoulder at him as he stood back to undo the buttons of his dress shirt, but as soon as she started to take her hands off of the glass of the window, he leaned forward and pressed them back flat.

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure I do,” he told her, an angry sneer on his face. It was an expression normally saved only for players like Avery or Ovechkin, guys he didn’t like, guys that made him angry. He was angry now. “I still want you to tell me,” he growled in her ear, using his foot to kick hers’ farther apart. “I want to hear you say it out, out loud.” He added, using one hand to free his now painfully hard cock while his other hand slid up beneath the hem of his jersey to find the inside of her thigh. She shook her head again, making her hair fall over her eyes. He slid his fingers along the outside of the lace of her panties, feeling the heat of her skin through them and how wet the small piece of fabric was that covered her pussy lips. He listened to her suck her breath in between her teeth as he pressed his fingers up against that magic little button that made her entire body shiver and smiled. “Tell me, Edie,” he whispered into her ear, replacing his fingers with shaft, sliding it along the outside of her panties. The lace felt rough on his sensitive skin but the whimper she emitted more than made up for a little discomfort on his part. “Tell me, please.” 

“I don’t want to get...attached,” she nearly sobbed as she admitted it, knowing it was already far too late to avoid it.

“And are you?” she heard him ask as his chest pressed against her back, as his massive thighs came into contact with hers’ and as she felt his arm slide around her waist, holding her to him like an anaconda. “Are you feeling...attached?” He used the word she had used but she knew, just by the way he said it, that he knew at best it was an acronym at best.

“It’s only been one’s isn’t...aaaah.” His strong, thick fingers slid the lace of her panties aside and he nudged just the head of his cock into her entrance.

“Tell me...tell me again what it’s not?” he whispered in ear, his mouth brushing over her cheek as he held her still against him. Her body felt like a coiled spring, like she was energy held in place waiting to be released if he would only fulfill the promise that his body was just beginning to make. One more inch, fuck, even half a fucking inch and she felt like she would let go.

“You tell me. Tell me what you think it is,” she hissed back at him, mad now that he was teasing her, that she had given in and made herself available only to have him do this, make her crazy like this.

“No,” he laughed in her ear, a deep, masculine throaty sound. “I’m crystal clear on how I feel. I want to know if you are.” It was a challenge and from a professional athlete no less. He had control and he knew it. He also clearly knew he was driving her towards the tipping point, the point of no return. Edie felt like she was running towards a car crash, not away from it. She wanted not to want to. She wanted the logical part of her brain that usually worked better than this to kick in. She wanted to earn her moniker of Miss Intense now, but even as that thought entered her mind she knew that the only way she was going to earn that was to feel intensely, physically and....

“I don’t want to have feelings,” she began, the words forced between her teeth.

“That’s more like it.” She could hear the grin clear in his voice as he rewarded her by easing another few inches of his massive member into her. Edie gasped and shut her eyes. She was still tender from last night and this morning, but that wasn’t it, or not exactly. It just felt so god damn good that she couldn’t help but make those noises for him. “Who do you have feelings for, exactly?” he asked as his fingers slid up into her folds, searching for her clit. When he found it her entire body went rigid, her muscles tightened and it was his turn to gasp.

“It can’t happen like this. This kind of thing doesn’t happen,” she mumbled grasping at the last shreds of her dignity, even as her hands clawed at the smooth, cold glass, looking for purchase. There was nothing to hold onto. There was only his arm, around her waist, like a vice. She could feel his bicep pressing into her ribs. It was impressive, but then almost everything about him was. “Not even in movies,” she whined and wondered if she was telling him or only herself.

“When I saw you again tonight,” he whispered in her ear, his long fingers making slow, deliberate circles around her clit that were making it hard to breathe, “I couldn’t believe it. I haven’t been that happy since...well, since The Cup.” Damn, Edie shut her eyes and pressed her forehead to the cool glass pane. He was comparing her to The Cup, the holy grail of hockey, the only prize that really mattered to any red blooded Canadian. It made her head reel. “When I came back today...when you were gone, it hurt.” He was letting her in and she knew for a guy like him that that was a prize in and of itself, a nugget of sincerity and truth to be cherished. “I want you Edie, do you want me?”

Edie curled one hand into a fist and slammed it into the glass. It wasn’t fair. Things like this didn’t happen., women like her didn’t get real Prince Charmings. Fairy tales were just that, stories and love at first sight was just a myth, wasn’t it?

“Yesss, damn you, yesss!”  

She reached back and curled her fingers around his neck, or as much of it as she could, and directed his lips to her neck. He obliged with teeth and tongue and lips even as he slowly screwed himself all the way into her tight little pussy. Her high heels helped with the angle but as high as they were she was still going up onto tip toes to accommodate him and with each thrust he was nearly lifting her off of her feet but he couldn’t stop and he was damn sure she didn’t want him to.

She was tight and hot and wet and she fit around him like a glove. It felt good, as good, maybe better than he remembered, except for the jersey. His jersey rubbed against his chest as he drove into her and the numbers, his number, rubbed uncomfortably at his bare skin. He let go of her waist long enough to push the heavy material up her back, but it only slid down again. Using both hands he pushed the jersey up to her shoulders and dragged it off the rest of the way and tossed it to the floor somewhere behind them.

She was naked now, except for the boots and the garters and the panties that were also in the way. He grabbed at the thin, flimsy material at her hips and pulled, hard. She squeaked but it came free, tearing away from her skin, shredding in his fingers. He tossed the remains to the floor and then turned his attention to her reflection in the glass before him.

Her skin looked especially pale, almost luminescent in the dark, especially in contrast to her black boots and the black lace and ribbons on her thighs. Her full, round breasts swayed with each thrust and her eyes seemed to be feel of stars, the streetlights and lights from the surrounding high rises filling in the dark spaces. He wondered if anyone could see and didn’t care. Fuck them if they could. They’d just be jealous. He knew he would be if he was in their shoes.

“You feel amazing,” he told her, one hand on her shoulder, the other sliding around to her abdomen, where he pressed down on her pelvic bone, heightening the sensation for them both. He didn’t want to, didn’t want to miss a moment of watching her biting on her full bottom lip or squeezing her eyes shut and tipping her head back as she rode wave after wave of pleasure but it felt so damn good that he had to shut his own eyes and stop, just for a second or two otherwise he was going to lose control.

“Harder, shit Jonathan...fuck me harder.” He’d thought girls only said shit like that in pornos, especially the ones that Burish and Kaner liked with the really big fake titted girls but then he’d never been with a woman as uninhibited as Edie before. He liked that she would tell him what she needed, what she wanted. He wanted her to feel as good as he did so he obliged, grabbing her waist in both of his hands and leaning back so he could really drill her, so that he could take long, hard strokes, his body meeting hers’ with a loud slapping sound. “Yes! Fuck, yes!” she cried out, her hands pressed flat to the window but her body bent further forward so that she was pressing her ass back into him.

He watched her reflection in the mirror as she opened her mouth in a soundless cry and he ramped up the pace. He knew he wasn’t going to last much longer and he was almost sure by the way he could feel her muscles sucking at his cock like a popsicle that she was almost ready to go too. He dug his fingers into her pale flesh and redoubled his efforts, slamming into her at a frenzied pace until he felt her body clamp down around his and then he was lost. With one more, hard, deep thrust, he called out her name and shoved himself as deep into her sweet, warm wet tunnel and let himself go.