Page 18 of Love Me (Charlotte Monarchs Hockey #1)

Luke

T uesday Trivia at Petra’s is always crowded, so I’m glad Bree and I got here early. I knew Gribsy and Kristen would be late because he told me she had some big festival to prepare for at work. She plans events for a local radio station.

“Please tell me what’s up,” I ask Bree when we sit down at a table.

“What do you mean?” she asks as she drops her crocheted purse on top of the table. The beige bag has a pattern of red and orange flowers that reminds me of the afghan my grandma knit for me when I was a baby. The only difference is that the flowers on my blanket are green and blue. Super masculine.

I assess her through a squint as if that will help me figure her out. “I don’t know, exactly, but you seem excited. Like you have news or a surprise or something.”

Bree’s cheeks flush immediately, so I know I’m not just going crazy. I don’t know much about her, but I can tell she’s not good at secrets. Zero poker face.

“What is it? Are you waiting for KK and Gribsy to get here before you spill it?” I can’t imagine what could have her so excited. My gaze veers to her thighs, long and lean in the skintight fabric of her jeans.

“No,” she says quickly. Then she glances around the bar and leans close to me as if making sure no one can hear before she speaks.

When she moves closer, my dick presses against my zipper and my shoulders tighten in anticipation of being with her tonight.

I like sex, obviously, but I feel like an addict since meeting Bree.

Every time I’m around her, I need another hit.

It’s a feeling I’ve never had about a girl I was fucking before.

“I’ll be right back,” she says. Then she pats my shoulder and rushes toward the restrooms.

“Jesus ,” I hiss under my breath.

Bree is back before I have a chance to take a sip of my beer. “That was fast,” I say.

She stands next to me and places a small, egg-shaped plastic device in my hand. I turn my head slightly, giving her a side-eye. “What’s this?”

She leans in, pressing her breasts against my bicep. Her warm breath hits my ear as she whispers, “This is the remote for the vibrator I’m wearing. You’re in control of it.”

I couldn’t have heard her correctly. I stare at her as she settles back onto her seat. I need to see her eyes. “Excuse me?”

She reaches over, opens my hand, and points to the buttons on the tiny, gray remote. “Hold this one down for a few seconds to turn it on or off. The one on top changes the speed and rhythm.”

Surprise lumps in my throat, hindering my ability to speak as excitement pools in my stomach and below the belt. I shift in my seat and look around the bar at all the unsuspecting patrons who have no clue what she just handed me—and what it controls.

“Are you kidding?” I ask before I let the excitement go to my head. However, the one in my pants is already pressing against my zipper while the one attached to my neck is still processing the information.

Her sly smile and the slight shake of her head make me want to explode. I lean back, pressing my spine against the chair, taking a minute to wrap my head around the situation. I’m already conflicted by the intensity of my feelings for this girl, and then she fires another slap shot at me.

When I meet her eyes again, she’s biting her bottom lip but can’t contain her smile. The fact that she’s so excited turns me on.

“Tell me about it,” I say, curious to find out more about the toy I’m dealing with. I’ve seen all kinds of them but have never been given a remote in a public place. “Where is it? What does it look like?”

“It’s got this C-shape to it,” she says curving her hand into the shape of the letter. “It’s supposed to hit the G-spot and clit at the same time.”

The nonchalance with which Bree says the word “clit” makes me feel like a teenager in health class.

She’s a nurse, well versed in anatomy, so it makes sense that she wouldn’t be shy or nervous talking about body parts.

But it still makes me want to pull her onto my lap and slide her onto my thickening dick right here in a crowded bar.

I press the bottom button as she instructed. “Is it on?”

“Yep.” The silly smile lighting up her face should have told me, but I wanted to hear her say it. There’s something about getting the breathy verbal confirmation from her smooth pink lips.

I must look like a fucking idiot with a lame-ass grin on my face as I watch her reactions. I can only imagine what it feels like buzzing at the sweet spots between her legs. I press and hold the button again, which is supposed to turn it off. “Still on?”

“Yep.” She giggles.

“It’s supposed to be off.”

“Well, it’s not.” Bree grabs my hand and places it between her legs.

A glorious buzz zaps my fingertips, and I’m pretty sure all the blood in my body is draining south—straight into my cock. I take a sharp breath to control myself because all I can think of is yanking her jeans down and replacing that flimsy piece of plastic with my mouth.

“You love this, don’t you?” I remove my hand and grab my beer. I can’t keep my hand on her crotch all night. I want to, but it’s a bar, not a sex club.

“I do.” Her eyelids flutter, and I’m about to come just watching her facial expressions.

“That good?” I ask, shoving the remote into my pocket.

“It’s interesting but not that strong. It would never do the job on its own. It’s more about the fun.”

The fun? Yeah, like when Gribsy and KK get here, and I tinker with this thing while she’s trying to engage in conversation. I chuckle to myself. Then I reach into my pocket and press the top button, hoping it speeds it up or changes the rhythm—something.

“You turned it off.” Bree’s bottom lip puffs out like a pouting child. I want to grab that lip with my teeth and suck on it.

I pull the remote out of my pocket and analyze the keys. “I must’ve had it upside down.”

Bree glances at her cell phone on the table, then at me. “There is an app that controls the remote.”

“Really?” I immediately reach for my phone, but Bree intercepts me by placing her hand on mine.

“You can’t use the app tonight.”

“Why? It might work better.” I’m not trying to sound desperate or anything; my main concern is getting this thing kicking. I make sure the remote is right side up and stuff it back into my pocket.

“But if you use the app, then you’ll be on your phone all night and that’s rude. Plus, Pavel will ask you what you’re doing.”

“Yeah, ‘cuz he’s not gonna ask why I have my hand in my pocket all night,” I say. Then, to tease her, I add, “You know I’m gonna tell him anyway, right?”

“No!” Bree looks mortified.

Her embarrassment is endearing. She’s bold enough to hand me the remote to a vibrator in the middle of a public place but flustered at the thought of people finding out. “Not right now. But this is definitely locker-room talk.”

I’m not even in the locker room with the guys anymore, but Bree doesn’t know that yet. I wonder if she’ll still want to fuck me when I tell her I haven’t played hockey in a year. If I tell her. We may never even get to that conversation.

I can’t let my pride ruin the moment. Handing me a remote for a vibrator in the middle of a crowded bar is one of the sexiest things any girl has ever done.

I’ve been with all types of bold and sex-crazed girls, but no one has ever surprised me with something like this.

The ones who were open enough to use sex toys saved them for the bedroom.

This is something I totally would have done if I’d ever found someone I wanted to bring around my best friends.

It’s like Bree beat me at my own game.

Having a discreet, sensual secret between us is exactly like her. Classy and sweet, but naughty. ‘Sophia on the streets, Blanche in the sheets’ type shit. The perfect fucking woman.

And if she’s the one introducing toys like this in public, I can only imagine what else she’s game for. The thought sends more blood to my cock.

“About that app,” I say to get the conversation back on track because I’m two seconds from dragging her out of here and bending her over the hood of a random stranger’s car since both of us took cabs to Petra’s.

“It’s not that easy. I think it has to be synced and all that. And I can’t really pull it out and mess with it right now.”

A laugh escapes me. “Later?”

“Yes. We can figure it out later.” She lifts her eyes to meet mine. “Together.”

“You look like you have a secret,” Kristen says as she lifts herself onto the tall chair across the high-top table from Bree.

“Who?” I ask, trying to conceal my sly smile. I was so consumed by Bree’s vibrating surprise that I didn’t even notice Kristen and Gribsy walk up.

Kristen’s head swivels between Bree and me. Her eyes narrow as if trying to figure something out. “Both of you.”

“We were checking out the group at the next table. Trying to figure out how they all know each other. Making up stories, ya know—normal people watching,” Bree says quickly.

Damn, she’s good.

“Pasha and I were just doing that with the couple at the bar. The ginger in the gray sweater dress and?—”

“The banker in the button-down who looks uncomfortable as fuck to be sitting next to a hot chick?” I ask. “I noticed them earlier. Looks like an awkward first date.”

“Exactly!” Kristen says.

I reach under the table and set my hand on Bree’s leg as a thank you for her quick thinking. As my fingers inch toward her inner thigh, the slight vibration surprises me. With my other hand, I press a button on the remote I shoved back into my pocket when our friends showed up.

Bree’s smile widens, and I’m blasted again by how amazing and different this girl is. We’re going to have so much fun tonight.

I’m about to take my hand out of my pocket when a waitress passes by and bumps my arm. The remote falls to the ground. Gribsy reaches down and grabs it before I have the chance to. Out of all the times for my dickweed best friend to be a gentleman.

“Here, man,” he says handing it to me. I glance at Bree, whose eyes are wide with horror. I know she thinks we’ve been caught, but Gribsy doesn’t even blink. He’s not even interested. All is calm.

But Kristen is. Of course, she is. If Gribsy is the loud obnoxious one of the group, she’s the loud, observant one. “What was that?”

“What?” I ask.

She points to my hand. “That gray thing. Is that some kind of new technology?”

I’m at a loss for words. I rack my brain, trying to think of a quick explanation. Out of respect for Bree, I don’t want to say anything. Gribsy and KK are the type of people you can share a good vibrator story with, but Bree doesn’t know that yet, and I don’t want her to be embarrassed.

“It’s a remote for a vibrator,” Bree blurts out before I have a chance to make something up.

Suddenly, Gribsy straightens in his chair. “What?”

“Are you kidding?” Kristen asks.

Bree shakes her head.

“Let me see it!”

Bree’s smile turns to confusion. “Well, it’s kind of in a strategic place right now, so I can’t really?—”

“The remote, you freak! I don’t want to see the thing that’s been”—Kristen glances at the general vicinity of Bree’s crotch—“down there.”

After Bree gives a quick explanation about how it works, Kristen says, “That’s so cool! Where did you get it?”

“Can you believe this conversation is happening right now?” Gribsy nods at the girls.

“Yep,” I say.

This night just keeps getting better.

After what seems like the longest three rounds of music trivia ever, Bree and I cab it back to my place, unable to keep our hands or mouths off each other the entire ride.

Our bodies are twisted and tangled in the backseat.

Bree’s fingers are in my hair, raking and squeezing while my hands clench her waist and pull her onto my lap.

Her lips taste like lemon and hops from the wheat beer and garnish she was drinking at Petra’s.

I bury my face in her neck as the familiar scent of vanilla lotion grounds me and envelops me in warmth.

I can be romantic. I can get on board with slow, sensual, last-all-night sex.

Sliding it in while in spoon position, with my arms around her and my lips on the back of her neck.

Yeah, I can definitely get down with that.

And I’d love to show Bree that side of me someday.

But that’s not where I’m at right now. Not when she upped the game by commanding me to control her vibrator in front of our unsuspecting friends in a crowded bar.

She’s a goddess. A goddess I plan on banging on every surface of my condo tonight. As soon as we shut the door, I’m going to push her against it and take her from behind because there’s no way we’re making it to my bed.

“I can’t wait to ride you when we get home,” Bree whispers before taking my earlobe in her mouth and biting it gently. Her nails dig into my skin as she holds the back of my neck, and my eyes roll up as she tugs my ear with her teeth. “I can’t wait to slide up and down on your long, hard cock.”

Her sexy, breathy whisper makes me realize I can’t even wait until we get to my place. I need her now.

I lean over and dig my wallet out of my back pocket. Then I throw a hundred-dollar bill into the front seat for the cabbie.

“Nothing going on back here, eh?”

The driver glances at the bill and shakes his head. He doesn’t even look at me in the rear-view mirror. “You got it, brother.”

I reach down, yank my zipper, and unleash the beast below.

Bree moves her hands to my face and steadies it. Our eyes lock. “I don’t have a condom,” she says through a ragged pant.

“We don’t need one, baby,” I say. “I want your mouth on me. Now.”

Bree’s eyes light up. I know she loves to give me head. She’s made that clear on multiple occasions.

Before I have a chance to think about how lucky I am, Bree slides to the backseat floor and takes my dick into her mouth. And I’m lost.