Page 10 of Blind Date with a #HOCKEYBOY (Love Canyon: Blind Date with a #BOOKBOYFRIEND #2)

NOAH

N ew kink unlocked , I thought.

Watching Quinn eat anything and everything I cooked for her.

Preferably naked, but for right now, sitting on my floor, surrounded by pillows, would do.

She licked her lips, and my eyes tracked every single movement. Eyes shut as she moaned again, my already hard dick twitching and loving her every reaction.

I chuckled, and her eyes popped open, and I held my hands up. “Don’t stop on my account.”

Quinn took another bite, head angled so her blonde hair fell, revealing her neck.

My mouth watered at the sight. “Is there anything you can’t cook?

I mean, the French toast was chef’s kiss, but these?

” My dick twitched again as her tongue darted out, her empty hand gesturing to the array of tacos and salsa I laid out earlier. “Even your margaritas are-”

“Just as promised?” I asked. She blushed, so fucking pretty. I needed to make her come again. Really soon. Really fucking soon.

White teeth dragged along her lower lip. “Better than promised. But, then again, that’s your thing, right, hockey boy?”

I shrugged, mouth full of taco, because if I said what I was thinking right now, I’d scare her away.

I’d promised no feelings, but I could tell she was wavering.

Her eyes watched every movement, and her body angled toward mine the minute we sat down.

Thighs rubbing together, her cheeks flushed and not from the one margarita she drank or the fire in front of us.

I planned on doing everything I had to, to make her admit how much she wanted me, and that she was catching feelings just as bad as I was.

And fuck, I had it bad. Ever since that first kiss last October. The one that changed everything.

Just as I was about to tell her what I promises I planned on making tonight, my phone vibrated.

BIG B: Phase two set.

ZOE: Wait, why is Brett texting you that? Are you being next level Romeo level over there?

“Everything okay?” Quinn asked.

Fuck yes, it was. More than okay. But, she hadn’t mentioned anything yet about her interview yet. Fuck, did she get another one somewhere else? “ Yeah, just Zoe being Zoe.”

Quinn wrinkled her nose. “Zoe is dating your brother, right? The coach?”

I nodded. “That only gets partially awkward.”

She laughed. “I’m sure.”

“So,” I hedged, “how long are you in town again?”

Her eyes lost a little light, but then she forced a smile. “A little longer than I first thought. Turns out, there was a ‘glitch’ and I missed my interview. The position was filled, and I’m not only homeless but jobless.”

And there’s my in. Maybe.

“Well, since we’re friends…with benefits, why not crash here?

I have two guest rooms. One close to mine on the second floor, and one right down there,” I offered, nodding toward the hallway that led to the office I never used and the guest bedroom I had no intention of letting her use.

If I had my way, she’d be in my bed every damn night, but for now, if it made her comfortable, she could stay in the one next to mine.

But not for long.

“I couldn’t ask you-”

“I’m offering. And if you want references, call Nan and Marie, or you can go out with Eden and Zoe.

They’re relentless and might try to convince you how great I am, but then again, you already know all about that,” I teased, letting my tone drop as she considered my offer.

“You can stay until you figure out what you want to do. I’m not here much anywhere, between practices and games.

” Lies. “And Zoe and Brett live a few doors down. Indie knows Eden, so…”

Her brow wrinkled, but as soon as I mentioned Indie, she relaxed. “Indie and Eden work together at the bookstore, right?” I could see the moment she started considering staying with me. It was. Like a switch that she didn’t even know she wanted to flip.

“I’ll cook,” I cajoled.

Her lips twitched. “Promise?”

“That, and other things, beautiful.”

My damn phone pinged again. “Hold on, Big B.”

“Big B?”

“Brett. Big brother. He helped me sneak a kitten into the house when I was ten I think? And we had code names. Sophia is Little B.”

“What was yours?”

“Uh uh. That’s classified. And we don’t speak of it. Sacred family pact.”

“Come on,” she teased laughing and getting up on her knees.

Holy fuck. If she stayed like that, the benefits were going to start right now.

brETT: Incoming.

Quinn gasped. “Oh my God! Noah! The Revenge head of HR sent my info to your team because they have a similar position available.”

“Really?”

She jumped up, threw her arms around me, knocking us both to the floor. “So does this mean I have a new roommate?”

Mouths scant inches apart, she breathed in and licked her lips. “Depends on the promises…and benefits of the situation. And no feelings?”

Fuck, I hated when she said that, even if she was lying to herself. But I saw through her walls and was slowly chipping away them, bit by bit.

And if she was living with me?

She didn’t stand a chance.

“I did promise benefits,” I growled into her lips and grabbing her waist, showing her exactly what was included in those benefits.

“Not gonna lie, Noah. I love your personality, but your dick is pretty great, too.”

I fisted her hair, and claimed her mouth as mine, first gently, then nipping and licking, tasting her until we were grinding into each other, desperate with want and desire.

I never thought I’d go on a blind date...until I found it was her. The girl I haven’t been able to forget. And now, I want more. I want her all.

Each kiss, every sound was a question our bodies knew the answer to, and her moan was all the answer I needed.

I yanked down her leggings as she whipped off the sweater she wore.

I loved that she was so much smaller than me.

And easy to lift. She yelped as I slid her panties to the side, then positioned her center right above my face.

“Ww-what are you doing?”

“Benefits, beautiful. Ride my face while I make you scream.”

“But, I don’t want to smother-”

I growled, “You won’t, ride my face, beautiful.

” I didn’t give her a choice then, forcing her sweet pussy onto my face, thrusting my tongue and finding her dripping.

One of her hands reached down, trying to pull me away, but my hands were locked on her hips.

The next second she was moaning louder and louder, using her grip on me as leverage.

She lifted a little, gasping, and I licked the tiny bundle of nerves, eliciting a scream from her.

“Noah!!”

“That's my girl. Tell my neighbors exactly who makes you scream. Let them hear every single moan, how much I love making you cum. Make them jealous, beautiful."

She jerked her hips as I began a never-ending rhythm, licking sucking, fucking her with my tongue until she was a writhing mess above me.

With on last yell, she came, dripping all over me, coming apart in the most gorgeous way a woman could.

And I had the best damn view of every second.

I hastily reached down as she smiled that lazy, satisfied smile at me and undid the top button of my jeans.

Quinn slid down, her tiny hands encircling my cock as soon as it was freed.

“Noah, I want to ride you,” she breathed, and I covered her hand with my own, tightening and moving it up and down the shaft.

“Never let it be said I don’t give you want you want,” I promised.

Her panties were soaked, her arousal coating her inner thighs. She shimmied them off, then positioned herself above me, and inch by fucking agonizing inch, sheathed me in her pussy. We both groaned as I filled her to the root, stretching her walls and giving her a second to adjust.

“Fuck, I’m so full,” she whimpered.

“Fuck me like the cum slut we both you know you are. Take it from me, beautiful, Every fucking drop in your pussy.”

She started moving, hesitant at first, then circling her hips until I was hissing at how good she felt. I reached up, pulled down the cups of her bra, and tugged gently on her nipples. Her head fell back, my hips bucked.

“Fuck, this view.” Even in this moment, I thought about the assshole she told me about over dinner. The one who cheated on her, and never cared if she came, or felt good during sex.

Idiot.

And I lost all control, grabbing her and fucking her from below, as she ground herself, until she came apart above me. Spent. Smiling. And all mine.

“You can stay…especially since you live here,” I teased.

“I need to get my things from Indie’s tiny little loft apartment,” Quinn said, cheeks flushed. And wearing my hoodie again. “And I’m going to the game.”

“Then coming back here,” I added, and handed her a keychain.

Her eyes widened. “What’s this?”

“A key.”

She rolled her eyes. “I know it’s a key, hockey boy.”

“To the front door,” I said with a pointed look at the portal in question.

Her lips formed a perfect ‘o’ as she realized she held a key to my, soon to be our, place. “Do you just keep spare keys around in case you get a new friends with benefits?”

I chuckled at the little green monster threatening to pop out in her tone. “It’s a spare I keep for long road trips in the schedule. And it used to be Big B’s until he moved in with Zoe.”

Lies. But she didn’t need to know I had it made for her a few days a go. Phase three.

“You should come to the game with Indie. Check out your new team,” I teased.

“Don’t jinx me. Job isn’t mine yet.”

“It will be,” I said. “I have a feeling about these things.”

“No! Wait,” I laughed, furiously tapping away as the little terror on the controller next to me giggled.

“Mr. Noah, you drive like Dad does. Slow,” Trav, Theo’s son, giggled again.

“I only drive slow because you’re in the car.

” Theo glared at his son from across the room, then turned to glare at where Indie stood with Quinn and the rest of the girls, who were watching a bunch of grown ass hockey players get their asses handed to them by a kid who obviously had inherited his hand-eye coordination from his dad.

Enemies to lovers, just like Quinn said last night. After I made her come two more times.

And then fed her leftovers in bed once I convinced her to stay in mine just for the night.

Lies. But first night, so I let her believe it. For now.

“Hey, at least I got a shut out, even if you beat me.”

“I beat you three times,” Trav grinned. “And Indie beat Dad three times, too.”

“No one likes a bragger,” Theo called with a chuckle. “But it’s time to go, buddy.”

“Do we have to?” His lower lips stuck out as he stifled a yawn.

“Yep. I have to get Indie home, too, and you’ve had a long day.”

The rest of the #ghosthockeydaddies started leaving, too, and in a few minutes, it was just me, and my new roommate.

“So, goodnight,” she said as we stopped by the room across from mine I was letting her claim for now.

“Sure you don’t want a little benefit?”

“Noah, you gave me two more after the game. Keep this up and I will never find my own place.” She stood on her tiptoes, kissed me softly, then shut her door,

That’s the plan…