Page 81 of On A Manhunt: Complete Series

DEX

I dropped onto the edge of my bed with a heavy sigh as I tugged on my tie to loosen it.

The organizers had us players busy non-stop.

We weren’t in the country as tourists. Even game day, we were up early and at the rink practicing.

After, there was another media gauntlet.

I knew most of the other players from games, some even from the Silvermines but were traded.

We were all here to give the fans a good time and the competitive level of the game was lower, we played hard.

By the time it was all over, and I finally got to my hotel room, I was exhausted.

Lindy and I had texted, but never connecting. When I was on the ice, she was sleeping. When I was sleeping, she was up. It sucked.

I knew being away from her was going to be tough, but for some reason I felt it this trip. While playing hockey was my life, for the first time I felt like I left something behind. That I was being pulled.

It was going to be worse during the regular season, but there was no option. Every player who had a spouse or significant other were separated for stretches. It was part of the game, but the main reason Lindy didn’t want to get serious.

She was in my house. In my bed. But that was as far as it went.

She wanted permanent, forever, the picket fence and kids in Hunter Valley.

I respected her decision and she had been honest about it from the start.

But I felt like we were doomed and being so far away, I couldn’t do anything to sway her.

In fact, it was only proving her point. Even in the few months I had off, I still had commitments to the team and my contract.

I couldn’t break my deal with the Silvermines even if I wanted to. I’d never even considered the possibility, until now. I felt like I was being forced to choose between hockey and Lindy. The legalese of my contract and Lindy herself said I couldn’t have both.

Lindy wasn’t going to leave Montana. Hell, I didn’t think she’d ever leave her house.

When my cell chimed, I nabbed it. My heart raced as if I got a breakaway with the puck.

Sugar: Great game!

I smiled. No, fuck, I all out grinned. My brothers watched some of my games.

Not all, because there were eighty-two in a season.

Plus, exhibition games like the one I just played.

And playoffs. They didn’t stay CEOs or become doctors by sitting around watching hockey all the time.

But Lindy? It felt different, this satisfaction, knowing she’d watched.

Me: Thanks. It was fun.

I wasn’t banged up and bruised like a regular season game. This one didn’t count toward a team’s record since it was just for fun. While it was for the league and advertisers to make money, the players got to do what we all loved. Play. No pressure. There were less hits. No fights.

Sugar: Did I wake you?

Me: I’m amped from the game.

And her texts.

Sugar: I have something for you for when you get home. A present for your hat trick.

Now I was intrigued.

Me: What is it?

There was no response right away and just when I was ready to type back some question marks, a photo appeared.

“Holy fuck.”

I was instantly hard. It was a selfie of Lindy kneeling on our bed in a turquoise nightie. It had sexy little cutouts that hinted at her bare skin, including the bottom curves of her breasts. I pressed my hand against my dick to calm it down.

Me: Now. I want my present now.

Sugar: You’re not here.

For once, I was homesick. My dick and I agreed, there was no fucking way we were waiting until we got back to Montana to unwrap that present.

Me: I’m opening a video chat. Answer.

I hit the little movie camera icon and waited five seconds for her face to appear.

Her blonde hair was down and tousled, as if she’d fluffed it with her fingers.

I could see the headboard behind her and the light comforter beneath her.

I longed to be there with her. Make her grip that headboard as I took her from behind.

“Sugar,” I practically growled.

“Dex.”

“What’s my present exactly? The nightie… or you?”

She put her finger to her mouth and bit down on the tip, as if playing coy. Oh, she was so fucking bad.

“I learned a hat trick is a big deal. That means you get whatever you want.”

“Holy fuck,” I whispered again.

This woman.

I was close to coming and we hadn’t done anything. Hell, just that photo and her words had pre-cum spurting into my boxers. With my pants too tight, I opened them and pulled out my dick. Sighed. Then gripped the base and slowly stroked it with my free hand.

“Whatever I want?” I repeated.

She nodded.

“Prop the phone against the lamp so I can see my present.”

Her hand covered the camera, and the sound of fumbling came through the speaker as she did as I said.

Then she appeared again, shifting backward on the bed so she was facing the side table where she’d positioned her phone. She was on her knees in nothing but that sexy-as-fuck nightie.

“Do you want me to take it off?” she asked, reaching up to slide one thin strap off her shoulder. It drooped along her arm, the deep silk falling low on one tit.

I shook my head. “No. Stay just like that.”

A little frown formed on her pretty brow. “You don’t want me bare?”

“I love your little nightgowns. The way they cover you like a big fucking tease.” I pointed toward her, but she probably couldn’t see my arm, let alone my hand. “I can see the swells of those perfect tits. The hard nipples poking out. And you’re bare beneath, right?”

She nodded.

“You said I can have anything I want?” I asked again. I wasn’t in the same country, and I was still checking to make sure she was right there with me.

Her hands settled on her thighs, drawing my eyes down her body.

“Anything.” Her voice was breathy and even through the phone’s tiny screen I could see the way her cheeks flushed.

“Your pussy wet?”

I stroked up my dick, thumbed the crown.

“Yes.”

“Show me.”

Coming up off her heels, she knelt high on the bed. With one hand, she pulled up the hem of her nightie just enough for me to get a glimpse of her pussy, but her free hand hid it as she touched herself. Then the hem dropped, and she raised her fingers up for me to see.

They were glistening.

“Taste yourself.” Was that my voice? It sounded like I was gargling pebbles.

I was full out stroking my dick now, each time I squeezed the base to slow things down a bit, but I could do nothing about the constant stream of pre-cum I smeared down my length.

Watching her suck her fingers coated in her pussy juices was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.

“Got that box of toys, sugar?”

Her fingers froze by her mouth and her eyes widened.

“How do you know about that?” Her words were soft and I barely heard them.

So Mallory had been right. Lindy did have sex toys. Although she’d said every woman had them, but no one else mattered.

“A horny single woman like you must have a bedside drawer full of them.”

“Dex,” she breathed, dropping back onto her heels.

“What? You are horny. I know how much firsthand. Show me what you’ve got. I doubt you left them at your house.”

Her bedroom had been the first hit by the tree. Branches came through the ceiling and one exterior wall. I’d helped her pack and move her things to the other bedrooms. Even though I’d said I’d move her panty drawer, I hadn’t touched it. I definitely hadn’t seen her toys.

“I went back and got one.”

The fact that she made a special trip just to pick up a sex toy meant she really was horny. It was my job now to satisfy her and I wasn’t there to do it. That fucking sucked.

“How many do you have?” I wondered. What kind of hardware did a single woman need?

“Four.”

I took a second to think about that. “Four?”

She nodded, finally loosening up from the initial embarrassment of her stash being called out.

“One’s got suction, one’s a lipstick sized one for travel. Another is just big and the last one is a combo.”

“Combo? Like fries and a drink with your vibrator?”

She laughed. “No. Like clit and g-spot stimulation at the same time.”

“Toss that one out. I do that for you now.”

She looked at me with a sly smile. “You do, but you’re not here.”

“So that’s the one you got from your house?”

She nodded.

“Show me.”

“The toy?”

I shook my head. “No. You using it. This is what I want for my hat trick. Watching you come with your toy.”

Her mouth fell open. I definitely surprised her.

“Don’t go shy on me now, sugar. You know I’ll talk you through it. Go get it. I’ll wait.”