Page 13 of Tempting the Goalie (Riverside U #5)

CHAPTER TEN

L uc

Bringing Izzy to the house feels weird. I’ve kept her away for so long.

From everything that this place symbolized, sex, parties.

. . now, I’m wondering if me keeping her away wasn’t really for her protection, but mine.

She’s beautiful and real. Maybe I was scared one of my friends from the team would see her and fall in love.

I did act like a crazy jerk at Black Jack’s when I saw Seth kissing her.

I was jealous is what it boiled down to.

Acknowledging my jealousy means accepting my feelings for her have run a lot deeper than I ever allowed myself to admit.

It makes my choice to bring her to the house so I can have my way with her questionable.

I told her not to fall in love with me, but I fear the opposite is more likely because I am about to make love with Izzy, my best friend, the girl who has owned my heart ever since I can remember.

We spent the last almost three years living separate lives at Riverside. She was dating West for the past two

years, and the thought of them together made my skin boil.

She had given him her virginity and I had done my best to not think about it because she was happy, and we were good.

Now that she’s free something shifted. It feels like years of pent-up feelings have surfaced.

Our friendship was always something we guarded.

Now it feels like we lit a candle in the wind… beautiful, but never meant to last.

I unlock the front door of the house. Briar and Aaron are cuddling on the couch.

We walk inside to only a lamp lit in the family room. “Briar, Aaron, this is Izzy. She’s my friend from back home.”

Aaron stands and shakes her hand. “It’s an honor to meet one of Luc’s friends from home. Tell me all his secrets.”

Izzy laughs.

Briar moves to stand too, but Izzy tells her to stay seated and shakes her hand. “It’s nice to meet you,” Izzy says to her.

“We didn’t know Luc had friends who are girls,” Aaron teases.

“Shut up,” I say, giving him a warning look. “Izzy and I grew up together. We practically lived next door to each other.”

“That’s so sweet,” Briar says, and her eyes drop to my hand holding Izzy’s. “Were you guys secretly in love the whole time?”

“Briar,” Aaron chides.

“What? It’s like a romance novel. Falling in love with the boy next door,” Briar explains.

Izzy looks up to me and I get this awkward feeling in my gut because Briar isn’t wrong.

“It wasn’t like that,” Izzy says.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to get personal. We should probably become friends first. Do you guys want to watch a movie with us?” Briar offers.

“Um, I’m going to show Izzy my room. She hasn’t been here before,” I say.

“Isn’t that moving a little too fast?” Aaron jokes.

“That’s funny coming from you.” I laugh.

We all break out into laughter since Aaron and Briar are having a baby, and they haven’t been together that long.

“It was nice meeting you both,” Izzy says to Aaron and Briar.

“You too,” they answer almost in unison.

I guide Izzy upstairs, still holding her hand, as we make our way to my room, but before we get to my room we bump into Macklin.

“What’s up?” he asks, watching me strangely. I’ve always had a rule about not bringing chicks back to my room. When I hook up with someone, it is always on their territory not mine. My room is a private space, and I like to be able to leave when I want and not have someone waiting in my bed.

“Not much,” I answer. “This is Izzy. My friend from back home.”

Macklin’s gaze drops to my hand around Izzy’s and his right brow quirks. He isn’t going to drop this. I can tell.

“Is this your first time visiting?” he asks Izzy.

“No, I’m a student at Riverside,” Izzy replies.

“You just started this semester?” he asks.

“I’m a junior,” she replies.

“What’s with all the questions, bro?” I ask.

“Why haven’t we ever met your friend from back home?” Macklin continues.

“Because you were all a bunch of single assholes and Izzy’s my best friend,” I retort.

“You have a best friend who’s a girl?” Macklin’s eyes bug out of his head.

“Okay, see you later,” I say to Macklin to shut him up. He starts laughing so hard his shoulders move up and down. I guide Izzy to my room.

“We aren’t done here, Chabot. I’m seeing you in a new light,” he shouts after us.

“Ignore him,” I say to Izzy.

She’s giggling. “He’s funny.”

“He’s one of my good friends here in the house. He’s probably realizing how little he knows about me after all this time living together,” I explain.

Izzy’s lips turn down. “I hate how closed down you are.”

“I’ve always been this way,” I reply.

“It doesn’t mean that it’s healthy to be so closed off. These guys are your friends,” she notes. “They should know who you are. What makes you tick.”

“They know me,” I assure. “Now come here, I don’t want you to psychoanalyze me.”

I draw her in to me and wrap my arms around her waist. She smiles as we move in close to each other.

I dip my lips to her neck and spread kisses down her nape when I remember what I promised her.

I brought her here to teach her confidence.

I pull away and she pouts. I go to lie down on my bed against the headboard.

“That was feeling nice. Why did you stop?” she pouts.

“We’re going to make you confident, Izzy. Now take off your top, slowly.”

“You want me to strip for you?” she asks wide-eyed. Her chocolate-brown eyes have a deer in the headlights look to them.

I grin. “Yes, you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. I want to watch your clothes come off.”

She covers her hands over her face and mumbles something.

“Come on, beautiful. You got this. Even if you feel embarrassed, push yourself out of your comfort zone,” I encourage.

“Only if you’re willing to do the same for me,” she counters, throwing me off.

“What do you mean?” I ask.

“Start opening up to your friends. You’re an amazing guy, Luc. Start showing them the side that has nothing to do with hockey and random hookups.”

“I’m not doing random hookups, Mon coeur,” I remind. “There’s nothing random about you, and they don’t need to hear my sob story.”

“You’re stubborn.”

“I know, now are you going to strip for me?” I ask.

“Yes,” she replies, her chin held up high.

She’s wearing a tight-fitting black shirt.

She slowly peels it up, revealing a black lace bra underneath.

My breath catches as I take in her creamy skin.

Her full breasts are on display in that bra as she moves the shirt over her head and throws it at me. “Do we need music?”

I start laughing hard. “Have I created a monster?”

“Only time will tell,” she replies and moves to her phone. She tells me she’s opening her Spotify playlist, and she plays a song that you’d hear in a club. She begins moving her hips.

My cock grows hard as she takes a clip out of her hair and her brown mane falls over her shoulders. My breathing picks up as she mesmerizes me with the way she moves and the silly smile on her lips.

“Do I have a future as a dancer?” she asks.

“That depends. If you want to dance for me, I’ll never say no,” I say to her.

“You only have three weeks of this, remember,” she reminds, her words feeling like a bucket of cold water.

I don’t want to think about three weeks from now.

I’ve loved Izzy ever since I can remember.

I’ve had dirty dreams about her and may have had to get myself off once or twice before seeing her.

Now that this fantasy has become real, it feels too good to be true.

“What’s next? My leggings?” she asks.

I swallow hard and nod. Her brown eyes drop to my crotch.

I’m hard as fuck and she can see it. She licks her lips and sways her hips as she pulls her leggings over her ass.

The music pulses as I take in every inch of her skin.

This is supposed to be about her, but I feel like I am losing control here as my heart beats erratically.

She throws her leggings on my desk and spins. She pumps her hands in the air awkwardly and, damn, she is so beautiful. I can’t believe how free she is acting. How comfortable she feels with me.

“Now come lie on the bed,” I tell her.

She lies down beside me, but I shift and stand up, needing my distance. Tonight is about her finding her confidence not my need to ravish her body.

“Why did you move away?” she asks.

“You look like a goddess. Spread your legs and touch yourself,” I instruct, my voice hoarse.

Her teeth dig into her lower lip. “I can’t do that.”

“Why not? Don’t you ever touch yourself?” I ask her.

“No, not really. I don’t. . . get there.”

“Can you slip a finger in your panties and rub your clit?” I ask.

“Okay,” she answers quietly and does as I say. Knowing how much trust this requires from her makes me feel like I’m on top of the world because Izzy doesn’t trust easily.

I watch her breathing pick up.

“Finger yourself, Isabelle.” I can barely get my words out; I’m so worked up. She must see what she is doing to me. My fast breaths. My cock pulsing behind my jeans.

She moans.

“You’re so sexy.”

“It’s hot you’re calling me Isabelle and not Izzy or Mon coeur,” she pants.

“That was a nickname for when we were children,” I explain. A loud moan escapes her and her back bows off the bed.

“We aren’t children anymore. You’ve grown into a beautiful caring woman. Look what you’re doing to me.” I look down at my cock and so does she.

“Take off your jeans and touch yourself,” she says, surprising me. The old Izzy had a hard time saying what she wanted. She would always concede and do what others wanted. It seems she is finding her backbone.

“Your wish is my command,” I say as I remove my jeans and my boxers. I’m still in my T-shirt though and it’s covering my cock.

“The shirt too,” she instructs and I can’t hide my stupid grin.

I whip off my T-shirt and watch the fire in her eyes like two flames.

She moans louder as she takes me in, and I wrap my hand around my girth and begin to pump.

“Oh, that’s so hot,” she says, rubbing her clit faster. Her legs are spread, her cheeks are flushed, and her breaths are fast.

I pump faster as a bead of precum makes it to the surface of my tip.

“I’m going to come,” she warns.

“That’s it, baby. Use those fingers of yours to push yourself over the edge. You’re so damn sexy,” I praise as I pump my cock from root to tip. I’m so damn close to losing my load.

Izzy falls over the edge, her back bowing off the bed, and her head tipping back as she makes herself come.

She screams out my name and I fall over the edge, coming all over my hands and my stomach like a teenager.

The wind is knocked out of me as I watch her orgasm drag out.

When she is sated, she falls limp on the bed and watches me in wonder.

“Let me clean myself up,” I say, holding out my hand full of my cum.

I grab a towel and wrap myself in it as I make my way across the hall to the bathroom. I quickly wash off my cock and then soap up my hands. I can’t get back to Izzy fast enough and when I do, she is lying on my bed gloriously naked.