Page 23 of Only for Tonight (Only For #1)

“We should,” I agree breathlessly as he moves me back to my seat before he kisses my neck and grabs the flowers.

“You need your bag?” he asks me and then laughs. “Forget it, you are going to be naked until tomorrow afternoon anyway.” He opens his door.

“I have to work at six a.m.,” I tell him and his eyes go small.

“You don’t work on the weekend.” He gets out and slams the door shut, and I groan as I get out of the SUV and he’s there waiting for me. “First, I’ll show you your surprise and then”—he winks at me—“I’ll let you redeem the suck-Jaxon’s-cock coupon.”

“You are so thoughtful,” I deadpan, putting my hand to my chest as he laughs out and drags me into the house. The minute I step forward, I’m expecting him to take me to the kitchen but instead he walks toward the bedroom downstairs, where he told me his parents usually stay when they are here.

“It’s not the same thing,” he throws over his shoulder, “but I thought it’s pretty close.

” I don’t even understand what he’s saying as he flips the light switch on and the bedroom that was in there is gone and it’s now an office.

“I was on your Instagram and I sent it to the designer I work with and he tried to get it to match but?—”

“You were on my Instagram,” I repeat, “trying to get a picture to recreate my office?”

“Yeah,” he answers, looking around. “I mean, it’s not the same but you can change anything you don’t like.”

I step into the room and look around, seeing he even had built-ins made. And in front of the desk is a love seat that looks very comfy. “I improvised with that.” He points to the couch I’m looking at. “I figure if you want to stretch your legs and work, you can sit on the couch instead.”

“You did this?” I ask him, turning to take in the desk that is cream-colored with stainless-steel legs that are shaped in an X.

The big computer screen is in the middle of the desk with a candle beside it and then a small vase of three roses.

Behind the desk is a huge white cabinet with six drawers, on top of it are two lamps, one on each end, and an orchid in the middle.

“I didn’t do it all but…” I walk to him and he stops talking.

“You created an office for me,” I say, shaking my head.

“You said you have to work. I wanted you to be comfortable,” he explains, and I blink at him not sure I have any words in my mind at the moment, but then he says the rest and everything inside me melts.

“I was even talking to the people who did your office about doing the nursery upstairs,” he says.

“I’m going to get someone to come over and pack up the room and take away the bed.

I might have bought a couple of things. The baby monitor that has like a video camera in it so we can see the baby from anywhere.

” I take a heavy inhale before I grab his hand and drag him out of the room.

“Where are we going?” he asks me as I walk right to the stairs.

“I’m redeeming one of my coupons.” I look over at him and he tosses the bouquet he is holding in his hand to the floor before picking me up and carrying me to the bedroom.

“I like this idea a lot.” All I can do is laugh, my laughter echoing in the room as I look on the bed and see a gift bag there. He tosses it to the side and I look at him.

“What is that?” I ask him.

“We’ll look at that after,” he declares, reaching for my long sweater and pulling it over my head. “We have coupons to redeem,” he mumbles as he bends his head and pushes down the cup of my bra. “You got bigger.”

“Jaxon!” I shout his name and his eyes go big when it registers what he said.

“Not like that.” He rolls his eyes. “I meant plump, you got plumper.”

“Jaxon,” I snap, “that isn’t better.”

“Baby.” He takes my nipple into his mouth, the sensation hitting me right in the base of my stomach and then shooting down to my clit.

“You’re going to get bigger.” He moves to the other breast as his hand reaches behind me and he works on getting the bra off.

“It’s going to be so fucking hot watching you carry my baby. ”

“Our baby,” I correct, my hand reaching for his shirt and pulling it off of him. His hand goes to my pants while my hands go to the elastic of his sweats. “I need to,” I say, dropping to my knees and pulling his pants over his hips, taking his cock into my mouth.

His moan fills the room. “Fuck, I wanted you to sit on my face while you did that.” My eyes go big as I twirl my tongue around the head of his cock. “Baby,” he says, “I don’t know if I’ll last long, I haven’t in three days.”

“Three days?” I retort, shocked. “What?”

“I was saving it,” he confesses. “Wait, did you?”

“Um, yeah, I’m filled with hormones.”

“You played with yourself?” His eyes get darker, and he pulls me up to standing. “Show me.”

“What?” I ask him and he motions to the bed.

“Show me how you played with yourself.” My nipples tingle at his voice.

“I don’t have my toy here.” My hands go to my tights and I pull them off my hips, kicking off my shoes at the same time before I’m standing in front of him naked.

“So I’ll just have to use my fingers.” I walk to him and get on my tippy-toes as I nip his jaw, my hand fisting his cock.

“You going to come and stand beside the bed and watch?” I ask him, my hand jerking his cock.

“So you can help me if I need it.” He lifts his hand to pinch my nipple and my head falls back.

“Maybe I’ll get too loud and you’ll have to shove your cock in my mouth to keep me quiet. ”

“Jesus fuck, Ari,” he hisses as I leave him and crawl onto the bed, moving my hand between my legs so he can see as I crawl to the pillows. “You can die from blue balls,” he informs me, looking up at the ceiling, and I see his Adam’s apple bob just as he swallows.

“I don’t think that’s true.” I turn on my back, propping myself on the pillow and placing my feet on the bed and opening my legs. “You going to come and help me?”

“No,” he says, kicking off his pants and then coming to the edge of the bed, his cock in his hand.

“I’m jealous,” I tell him and he looks at me as I run my finger down my stomach and over my clit, “you get to touch your cock.”

“If you think me standing here with your pussy on display and my face not buried in it isn’t torture, then you’re wrong.

” He moves his hand over his cock. “Slide two fingers inside you,” he instructs me and I follow his lead, sliding my two middle fingers inside me and arching my back, “get yourself nice and wet for me.”

“Jaxon.” I move my fingers in and out of me.

“Tell me what you feel,” he directs and I look into his eyes.

“I feel tingly.” I pull my fingers out of me and then move them to my clit, where I rub it in circles a couple of times. “My nipples feel achy.”

“Like they need me to pinch them?” he asks, moving around the side of the bed.

“Yes,” I pant out as I slide my fingers back into me.

He puts one knee on the bed and I watch him. “How many times did you make yourself come?”

“Every day,” I admit to him, “especially in the morning.”

“You wake up with your pussy aching for me?” he quizzes me, stopping beside me, one hand still working his cock, the other coming to my nipple as he rolls it. I can’t help but close my eyes and moan. “You fuck yourself in your bed?”

“Yes,” I tell him, trying to make myself come, “and then sometimes in the shower.”

“Greedy,” he teases, his hand moving and then I feel it on my clit, moving it side to side.

“I can’t stop myself from touching you,” he says as my wet fingers join him to play with my clit.

“Going to have to fuck you in the morning when we wake up,” he declares before he moves his fingers down and slides two into me.

“You’re soaking.” His voice is so thick.

“I want to fuck you so bad.” His finger moves so fast in me it’s like the only string he was holding on to is snapped.

“You want my cock to fill you?” he asks me and my hips move up to meet his thrust. “Pound into you over and over again?” His fingers rub over my G-spot. “Paint your pussy with my cum?”

He pulls his fingers out to my clit, rubbing it roughly as I moan out loudly.

“Your pussy squeezes my fingers.” He moves his fingers up and down in me.

“Strangles my cock.” His fingers curl on my G-spot and my hand moves to my clit.

I’ve never felt this way before. “Every single time I’m in you, I can’t wait to get back inside you. ”

“Jaxon,” I moan as he pulls out of me and moves to my clit again, this time going side to side. “I can’t take it.” He puts his fingers into his mouth to taste me and then rams two fingers back into me. It happens the minute he presses his fingers up, I’m gushing all over his hand.

“That’s my girl,” he praises, fingering me as I moan out my release.

I’m almost at the end of the orgasm when he slams his cock into me.

“Fuck,” he hisses out as he pounds into me not soft, not gentle, but like his life depends on it.

“Ariella,” he says my name but I’m too far gone with another orgasm to answer him.

I arch my neck and tighten my legs on his hips as he comes inside me.

He collapses on top of me and then turns us to the side.

“I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard and so fast in my life.

What are you doing to me, Ariella?” He looks down at me and I don’t know what to answer him, as he wraps me up in his arms. “One thing I know”—he looks down at me—“I’m happy you’re finally fucking here.

” He bends to kiss me and I close my eyes for just a second.

“I’m going to go and get you a rag and then we can go to sleep,” he says, moving away from me.

“I need to go to the bathroom anyway.” I get up with him and follow him to the bathroom. I clean up with my eyes half open, and the minute my head touches the pillow, with him holding me, I finally drift to sleep.

* * *

“The car is going to be here to pick you up at six thirty,” he states. “You have your pass in the bag?” I point to the bag as he slips on his suit jacket. “I’m going to have someone take you to the box.”

“Don’t you have other things to worry about, like I don’t know, getting in the zone?” I ask him as I sit in the middle of the bed. The jersey that was in the bag is now on my lap. “Preparing for war.” He comes over to the bed and puts his hands into it before smiling at me.

“Give me a kiss and I’ll go.”

“Are you asking me or telling me?” I don’t say more because his lips are on mine.

“See you after the game, and you can totally snoop if you want.”

I gasp, “I’m not going to snoop.”

“I would totally be snooping,” he replies, and I get off the bed and walk with him down the stairs. “Make sure I put my scent on everything you have so if you bring another guy home, he knows.”

“You’ll put your scent on everything?” I question him when we get to the garage door. “You know I’m bringing home a guy and not a dog, right?”

“Ariella, your answer should have been I’m not bringing anyone else home.

” He glares as he pulls open the door and I walk to him, getting on my tippy-toes and kissing his neck as he reaches around and grabs my ass.

“See you there, beautiful.” He kisses me quickly, his tongue sweeping my mouth before he’s in his SUV.

“Don’t play with yourself while I’m gone,” he says out of the window.

“How else am I supposed to put my scent on everything?” He laughs as he puts his hand out to say goodbye to me and the door closes. I shake my head, going back upstairs to get ready.

The car drops me off at the gate and there is a man waiting for me. “Ms. Weber,” he says and I nod my head as I follow him. “Welcome.” He extends his hand. “My name is Dave and I’ll take you to the box.”

“Thank you,” I reply as I step inside a black steel door and go to the elevator.

The sound of the roaring crowd can be heard.

“Guess they took the ice,” I state, remembering all the times I went to see my dad play.

We get into the box and I look around and hear a gasp, “Jesus.” I see Zoey with a glass of wine in her hand. “What in the world are you doing here?”

“What am I doing here?” I retort, pointing to myself. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m here with Gabriella,” she mentions her cousin and my mouth hangs open. My father and her father are best friends. They played together back in Edmonton before we were born.

“If it isn’t the other Riella,” Gabriella says, laughing. She looks me up and down, seeing me wearing the jersey he got me. She immediately turns to me and gasps when she sees his name. “I think we need to talk.”

“It’s—” I hold up my hand, not sure what to say.

“You guys dating?” she asks me and I look at Zoey, who just sips her wine.

“I don’t know what you call it,” I admit to her and I feel a bit off. “We’re?—”

“Banging,” Zoey cuts in, “for now.”

I close my eyes as the little flutter happens in my stomach. “We’re something,” I admit and know that we are going to have to have a very uncomfortable conversation soon.