Page 8 of Power Play (Titans Hockey #2)

Chapter six

Ben

I 'm trying not to smell her.

I'm trying not to notice the fine hairs on the back of her neck, or how soft her skirt looks. I'm definitely not trying to think about how close my cock is to her pussy and how desperately it wants to come home.

We all carpooled into two SUVs. We had the numbers perfect, until Tracey invited herself and we were all too polite to decline.

One too many people. It didn't make sense to have someone drive solo.

So, it was agreed someone would sit on someone's lap.

Tommy, or Thompson, offered to sit on mine, which I declined, which gave Tracey the opportunity to volunteer.

But before she could, I grabbed Lacey and pulled her onto me.

It's kind of a tight fit with Tommy and Caleb next to us in the back seat.

Jonesy's driving with Tracey in the passenger seat.

I'm either a genius or an idiot. The verdict is still out.

Everything's fine. I'm fine. We're fine. I can do this. I'm a man of complete and utter self-control.

Until Jonesy turns down a dirt road.

Lacey leans her back against my chest to gain some traction, so she doesn't hit her head on the ceiling, but the added weight and heat drive me nuts.

I take deep, controlled breaths to try to calm myself down, but it's sensory overload. Her hair is in my face, her body heat is warming my chest. The woman of my dreams, the one I thought got away, is pressed against me inch for inch from neck to knees.

I wrap my arms around her to try to be her seat belt, but all I can think about is how I'd like to hold her like this in my bed.

Another jostle of the car and my hands instinctively go to her hips to keep her steady. Another bad idea. I feel myself getting harder and harder. I try to slide her down my lap so she can't feel it, but it's no use.

I know the second she feels it. Her breath hitches and she squirms, as if she's trying to confirm what she's feeling.

"I'm so sorry," I whisper into the shell of her ear.

She shrugs, still looking ahead. "You can't help it. It's biology. I understand."

It's not biology, it's her. But I'm too embarrassed to speak.

I close my eyes and try to think about literally anything else, but the road is littered with potholes and every tiny shift or movement from Lacey rubs against my aching cock and sends a jolt of pleasure through me.

It's been eight years but I can still feel her wrapped around me, still hear her gasps of pleasure, the way her cheeks flush, how her rosy nipples tighten, how her deep green eyes shimmer right before she comes.

I can still see her eyes shining in the moonlight, and the soft smattering of freckles on her face. I can still see the love in her eyes when she looked at me.

Fuck, and right now, I can smell her arousal. She's just as turned on by this as I am .

My dick tries to punch its way through my zipper. It hasn't gotten the memo that she's not ours anymore. Or... at least not yet.

I lean my forehead against her shoulder.

"Christ," I grunt, my hips giving an involuntary punch upwards.

Lacey turns her head towards the door so only I can hear her whisper. "You okay there, big guy?" Big guy , that was her pet name for me - a play off of Big Ben. How could I have forgotten that?

"I can smell you, Lacey," I growl against her ear.

She stiffens in my lap.

"Can everybody?"

"Fuck, I hope not." She loosens a little. Another pothole has her grinding her ass into my lap. "I can't stop thinking about that night..."

She tenses again. She knows exactly the night I'm talking about. The only night I took her in this exact position, except we were on our knees.

I can't tell if it's the car or her, but she presses harder against my cock, and it decides she wants me. I tighten my grip on her hips, trying desperately to keep her still. My cock is weeping for her and my balls ache.

I look up briefly and catch Tracey's calculating green eyes in the fold down mirror as she pretends to check her lipstick. She's watching us and it makes my skin crawl. I want nothing more than to tuck Lacey away and protect her from everything.

But we've been stuck in this God-forsaken SUV for an hour.

A particularly bad stretch of washboard road has her bouncing like a porn star on my lap.

A man only has so much self-control. When she finally lands and settles back down, I lose it.

My balls tighten and I explode, coming in my boxers like a fucking pre-teen.

I bite her shoulder gently, growling low, praying no one else in the car is looking at me.

Lacey is stiff in my arms and I'm fucking mortified that I've just violated her like this.

She looks over her left shoulder again. "Did you just...?"

"Fuck, Lace, it's been awhile. I'm sorry, I just..."

Of course, just then Jonesy slams the truck in park, and we've arrived at the cabin. And now I have to walk in with a wet stain on my shorts in front of everyone. This day just hit a new low. Great job, Ben. Real smooth.

I'm frozen. I don't know what the fuck to do. Lacey, the fucking sweetheart that she is, grabs her purse from between her feet and hands it to me to hide behind, before opening the door and hopping off my lap.

"Thank you," I whisper, my face hot with embarrassment.

"No worries," she whispers back quickly. "Jonesy! Show me where the bathroom is?" she shouts as she rushes to follow him into the cabin. I get the image of her running away from me to rub one off in the bathroom and my spent cock tries to kick back to life. Stupid fucker.

I grab my suitcase and hold it in front of my crotch and leave Lacey's purse by the front door. I manage to find a bedroom and sneak into the adjoining bathroom to change my pants and clean up.

I wash my hands and splash water on my heated face.

I'm happy to wait for her. I get it, she's had a lot of change in the last month, and I want to respect it.

I'll wait for her, tease her, remind her how good we are together until she finally gives in.

She will. We're meant to be. Finding her again after so many years - and out of all of the professional sports team to work for, she chose the NHL and my team - just proves it to me.

I’m happy to wait for her—but God, I can’t keep losing control like this. I need to pull it together if I want any chance of proving I’m not just the boy she left behind.