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Chapter 16

Taylor – Two Weeks Later

“Move to the fucking left, Harrison ,” Coach shouts at Paul, the backup goalie and I grin when he listens to Coach instead of going with his instinct, and I quickly pull my stick back, then smack the puck into the net to the upper right corner. It causes the light to flash above it, and I shake my head at the idiot as he hangs his head.

“Fuck’s sake, he was playing me,” he complains as Coach's laugh echoes around the arena, and I chuckle.

“Go with your instincts, not with what Coach is shouting,” I tell him, and he looks at me. I continue, “he isn’t the one guarding the net; he isn’t the one who can see exactly where my feet are and how I’m angled to score. He can give you the play but can’t be on the ice during the game.”

He nods, his brown eyes serious, and I demand, “Again,” before skating back to the end of the rink and rolling out my shoulders.

Seth, Levi’s brother, and Jace, both backups, get ready while the first strings Levi and Leo stand with me, and I smirk and goad, “Don’t go fucking up this time,” and they glare at me.

Their job is to get to me, to get the puck, but a minute ago, they had their asses handed to them; let’s see if they can learn from their mistakes and control their anger this time around.

I bend a little, put my stick near the puck, and shout, “Go!”

“Yo Cap, you coming to Bulls?” Hayden, the backup left defender, shouts from the showers, and I shout back, “Nah, got a kid and girl to see,” with a smile on my face causing everyone to make kissy faces like fucking idiots. It makes me laugh because that is a lot better than them begging to meet Hudson and Pen.

It’s only been two weeks, but every chance I get, I’m at Pen’s condo until I can convince her to start staying at mine, and I think that won’t be happening until she gives in to me. Don’t get me wrong, she agreed to get to know me, but she’s been keeping it more on the platonic side of things, and I’ve allowed her just so she can get her head around the fact we will be happening.

This chemistry between us, the connection, fuck. If I thought it was big back then, only knowing small parts of her then, right now, it’s all-consuming.

I’m falling for her. I know I gave her a part of my heart that night, but quickly, she’s getting all of it, and I’m man enough to admit it.

I’m falling in love with my one-night stand, and it’s terrifying, yet I can’t back away. Every time I’m in her orbit, I gravitate towards her.

She’s funny, kind, caring, and an amazing mother with a big heart. When she talks to you, she makes you feel like you are the only person in the room.

I’m fucking falling in love with her.

“You’re fucking whipped,” Levi laughs along with the boys, and I shrug.

“You’d be too if you had someone like Pen in your life,” I reply with a grin, and he grins back.

They may ride my ass, but my team are happy for me. I’ve not hidden my feelings for her; as soon as she’s ready, the world will also know about her existence.

She still hasn’t met my mother, but she has allowed me to take Huddy over to meet his grandparents, which I did two nights ago. Mom cried while Xanthe, who was there with Dylan, scowled as my brother fawned over his nephew.

It won’t be long until he files for divorce, I can see it, and honestly, I’ll throw the fucker a party.

I can’t believe I thought he was falling in love with her.

“Alright, I’m off,” I say loudly, then pat Ezra back and demand, “Fucking lock it down with my sister, will yah? Then she might stop hounding me to see Pen and have an auntie and nephew day.”

After Kaylah’s dance, something Pen didn’t feel comfortable going to just yet, he finally kissed my sister; not something a brother needs to see, but it happened after she kept mouthing off to him, and he’d had enough of her hard shell and the wall she put up, and my sister has been boycotting him since.

He needs to tell her exactly how he feels and lock her the fuck down. He hasn’t been with anyone else since Kaylah had her appendix removed, and she knows this. It’s scared her, but once he fights for her, she’ll fall; she just needs some extra reassurance.

He chuckles and admits, “I will be tonight, I promise.”

I nod and pat his back again before leaving the locker room. I ache like shit after Seth managed to get through his brother, and I ended up in the boards. An ice bath would do me some good right about now, but I have a girl and son to see.

Groaning as I get to the top of the stairs, I grab the key Pen gave me and unlock the door.

“Firecracker, we really need to discuss this whole no elevator shit,” I say as I walk into her condo and shut the door behind me, then drop my bags near the small table and place my keys in the bowl.

For the past two weeks, I’ve been staying on her couch, and fuck me is my body feeling it, but the pain is worth it. Until she’s willing to live with me, I won’t go anywhere unless I’m at away games.

I go home to check the mail, swap clothes and let in the decorators, but that is it.

I’m having a room made up for Huddy, and I’ve also got the decorators to add some touches that are all Penelope. I’ll do anything to get her, fucking anything, and if she isn’t happy with the penthouse, then the house that I’m having built near Dylan’s will hopefully be more her style. By the time we move in, his bitch wife will hopefully be gone.

He finally decided not to wait for fate and hired a private detective, something I wish I’d thought of to find Penelope.

If Xanthe is cheating to get pregnant, he’ll find out.

When my Firecracker doesn’t answer me, I look up, and everything in me softens. I see her asleep on the couch, hugging the pillow I use while our son kicks his legs in his bassinet, now wide awake, just like he was at two this morning.

Smiling, I quietly walk over to them. “Hey buddy,” I whisper, and he squeals seeing me, kicking his legs harder, making me chuckle a little.

He’s two months old and so fucking perfect.

I look at Pen, and I smile, seeing she is zonked, so quietly, I pick up our son and walk into the kitchen.

“Okay, Hudson, let’s make momma some food, shall we?” I sit him in his little chair thingy now that he’s holding his head up, which is apparently earlier than normal, according to my girl.

Hudson grins at me, and I can’t help but grin back as I gently shake his hand before turning to the refrigerator. I grab his cold ring and hand it to him, which he instantly puts in his mouth, making me chuckle.

Shaking my head, I grab the chicken and all the ingredients Penelope bought for a homemade curry. Then I grab my phone and put on children’s songs. I try my fucking hardest to entertain my boy while prepping a meal for his momma.

An hour later, the curry is simmering on the stove, and I’m giving Hudson a bottle of breast milk.

“I really don’t know how your momma does it buddy,” I murmur as he sucks his bottle like he hasn’t eaten in a month. “Trying to cook and watch you, it’s not easy, is it?” I continue, and he grins around the bottle before yawning and then sucking again, and I smile a little.

“I have help,” a sweet voice rasps, and I look up to see Penelope sitting up on the couch, her hair a tangled mess. She’s in sweats and still looks sleepy, yet she has never looked more beautiful.

I give her a sweet smile and remind her, “Not all the time.”

She shrugs like it's nothing, but it’s not. The woman is fucking amazing.

“How was practice,” she asks as she stands, running her fingers through her hair before walking over to us.

“It was good. Seth finally got the better of Levi, and I ended up in the boards,” I admit with a smile, and she chuckles.

“I bet Levi loved that,” she says with a smile as she gently cradles our son's head as he grips her hair in his fist while continuing to suck down his milk, making her giggle.

Every day, I tell her about the guys, practice, and my family. I want her to feel like she’s a part of my world, and she is, but isn’t at the same time. It’s like she’s standing just on the outside, waiting for me to pull her in.

“He may have cursed – a lot,” I admit, making her giggle again.

Fuck me, that sound is amazing.

Hudson finishes his bottle, I remove it from his mouth and pass it to his momma. Then, I lift him over my shoulder before I gently rub his back and pat him. I look at my gorgeous girl and say, “Why don’t you sit and relax? I’ll put him to bed, then we can have a glass of wine before dinner, you can tell me about your day.”

She looks at me with awe, a look I always want from her, and admits, “I need to pump…”

Now why does that make my cock twitch?

Fuck.

I nod, “All right then, pump, and I’ll put him down.”

That said, I kiss her head, lingering for a moment, then move away from her before I pull her into me and walk to the hallway, all while I think horrible thoughts to keep my cock under control.

Eleven months and fucking counting since I’ve been inside her sweet pussy, and my cock is reminding me.

Twenty minutes later, I carefully close her bedroom door and walk into the living area. My eyes go straight to Pen as she walks away from the sink, and I lick my lips.

I can’t wait any longer.

As she walks around the counter I know now is my chance, a chance I won’t fucking miss.

With purposeful strides, I walk over to her. She looks up when she hears me and smiles as she asks, “He go down okay?” but I don’t answer; instead, I crowd into her space, cup the back of her neck, and slam my lips down on her, making her gasp.

I use the opportunity to shove my tongue into her mouth, and within seconds, her body melts, and she moans. I swallow the sounds and wrap my arm around her waist. She wraps her arms around my neck, giving me back what I’m giving her, and everything inside me calms.

My cock throbs uncomfortably in my jeans as she rubs her body up against mine. It’s now that I know how much she wants me; she has let all of her guards down, and I’m taking advantage.

Without thinking too much, I slowly move my right hand from her head to between our bodies and into her sweats, waiting for her to decline if she wants to, but she doesn’t. Instead, she opens her legs for me as I deepen the kiss.

Fuck yes!

I moan as my fingers make contact with her clit, the slickness surrounding it full of her arousal, making me want to bend her over the counter and fuck her hard while she squeezes my cock. I ignore that need and circle her clit in five hard circles then dip two fingers into her tight heat, her walls sucking me in.

Penelope moans and grinds against my fingers, I pick up the pace, rubbing my fingers hard and deep, all while ensuring my palm rubs against her clit as I bite her bottom lip.

Pen gasps against my lips, and I rasp against her plump, swollen lips, “Come for me, Firecracker, give me what I want; give me that sweet nectar,” Her breathing picks up as her walls begin to flutter around my digits, her juices soaking my hand.

“Taylor,” she cries out and moans loudly, I quickly slam my mouth back against hers, swallowing her sounds so she doesn’t wake our son up as her walls squeeze my fingers one again.

Fuck how I wish it was my cock.

My tongue tangles with hers as her orgasm erupts, flooding her panties and my fingers. I rub her walls harder and faster, making her scream into my mouth and I moan, enjoying having her this close, having her cunt squeeze my fingers.

As soon as her orgasm ebbs away, I slow my fingers to gentle rubs, then remove my fingers from her heat. Our eyes connect as I break the kiss and bring my hand between us, her orgasm all over my hand. Without breaking eye contact, I suck my fingers clean of her sweet, salty essence, making my cock throb with pain.

Penelope’s eyes widen in shock, but the lust in them shines bright as day as she licks her bottom lip.

Fuck me, my cock is going to hate me.

I lean forward and kiss her hard; she kisses me back with just as much passion but groans when I pull back, and I smirk then whisper, “As soon as you give in, you get all of me.” At that, her eyes narrow.

I peck her lips again, then state, “Why don’t you put the rice on, and I’ll go check on Hudson before I take a real fucking cold shower?”

Rearranging my hard-on, I turn and walk away from the girl of my dreams, knowing I need to.

No sex until she gives in, or at least that is my plan, though, after that display and the pleasure on her face, it’s going to be fucking hard to keep jacking off with her a few feet away.

The sooner she gives in to us, the fucking better.