Page 39 of The Alternate Captain (Elite Hockey #3)

Kelly sinks down on top of me as my phone rings.

“Ignore it,” I say, encouraging her to start a rhythm by grabbing her hips. “Just ignore it.”

Shifting my hand from her side, I run my thumb over her clit, just enough to tease her.

She grinds down on me and I can’t think of a time where it felt this good—apart from the other times, but still.

“Johnny, it’s ringing again,” Kelly says, running her hands up and down my chest to get my attention.

But it has the opposite effect. Her touch ignites me and spurs me on. I grip her firmly, breathing, “Just keep going, forget about it.”

“John—”

Impatience gets me, so I grab her hips and roll her onto the bed, working my hips to build a rhythm that has her squealing beneath me.

“Do you like that?” I ask, breathing into her neck. “Do you like the way my dick fills that tight little hole?”

“Oh, my—I wasn’t expecting... ”

“Shh. Unless you’re begging me for more, I don’t want to hear it,” I say, a wicked grin breaking out across my face.

Her mouth forms the perfect ‘o’ and I wonder if this is too much—until she licks her lips gently and nods her head.

“You’re going to come for me soon, yeah? And I’m going to fill you up, beautiful. I’m going to fill that tight pussy of yours because it’s mine, remember?”

Christ, the dirty talk I’ve been trying to master is flowing now, and it’s getting me hot. I think I’m going to explode really fucking soon.

“It’s yours, Johnny,” she says, moaning beneath me.

And I reach for her clit again, kissing her neck and whispering right into her ear as I adjust my position, so she’s pressed into me.

My hand shifts and I grip her neck, ever so gently.

“Look at me and tell me you want it. Tell me you want me to fuck you like you’re mine.”

Her eyes flutter and she moans, and I try my hardest to keep the rhythm up as I edge closer to paradise.

“I want it, Johnny. I want you to come inside me. Please, come inside me.”

“Yeah, that’s it. You’re taking it so good, baby. You feel fucking incredible—have I told you that? And I want you to come while I’m buried inside of you—while I’m giving you what you want.”

And she cries out, my hand keeping her head aligned with mine so I can look right in her eyes as she comes apart, her pussy tightening around me as she comes. And I feel it. The love between us in such a way that has me spending my load right inside of her.

My favourite place to come.

“Johnny—”

“Hmph.”

“Your phone is still ringing,” she says .

I loosen myself from her and reach for my nightstand, not even bothering to keep the sheets clean at this point.

“Okay—what?” I say, putting my phone to my ear.

“Finally,” Vicky says, exasperated. “John, I need a favour.”

“Is everything okay?” The guilt in my chest turns up a notch.

“Can you come and give me away?”

“Excuse me?”

“Look—Liam and I are getting married. Please don’t tell me I can’t or whatever, but I want you to give me away.”

“When?”

“In an hour.”

Well, fuck me—again.

Part of me wonders if she’s serious, but this is Vicky. She’s impulsive. But I check anyway.

“Are you kidding?”

“No. Look, Liam and I—well, you know. But we’re doing it. Today. And we’d love for you to be there. Please, Johnny?”

I shift my gaze to Kelly, who, hearing the conversation from the volume of the call, beams at me.

“Text me the details, and I’ll be there.”

I feel... odd. Almost like I knew this was coming, but also didn’t fully comprehend that it would ever happen either. I leap out of bed and head towards the bathroom, because there’s no way I’m going anywhere without a shower, and I’m expecting Kelly to be right behind me, but she’s not.

“Are you coming, beautiful?” I ask, peeking around the door frame at her.

“Me?”

“Yeah, you.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, you’re my girlfriend. You’re coming.”

Shit. I’ve not said that out loud before, but I don’t hate it.

I disappear back into the bathroom, turning the shower on and waiting for a second, letting the water run hot before stepping in. And a moment later, Kelly’s familiar arms wrap around me from behind.

“I don’t think you’ve called me your girlfriend before,” she says.

I turn to face her and plant a kiss on her lips. “Is that okay?”

“Yes,” she says. A troublesome grin forms on her face and she grabs the soap with a washcloth from the shower shelf. “How long do we have?”

She spins me around and starts lathering up my back.

“Not long—maybe say, half an hour?”

“That’s enough,” she says, dropping to her knees.

“What’re you—oh fuck.”

I have a feeling I know exactly what she’s doing. And my dick, spent just a few moments ago, is hard again, begging for the attention that it’s not going to be getting straight away.

“Lean forward a little,” she says, pulling at my hips to bend.

I set my hands in front of me on the wall of the shower. Bracing myself.

Then I feel it. The washcloth right between my ass cheeks. Then she parts me and adjusts her position, the water from the shower beating down on us as she slips her tongue right onto my asshole.

She probes around, not penetrating me straight away, but teasing me. And it’s enough to have me wanting to pull my hand away from the wall to jerk my dick.

Then her tongue flicks over my hole, and I gasp, almost choking on the air in my lungs as she works me right where I need it.

“Fuck.”

“Is that okay?” she asks, taking a moment away.

And I grunt—it’s all I can manage as I feel her tongue intimately exploring me in a way I wouldn’t want anyone else doing.

“That’s really fucking good, baby,” I breathe. “But I need more. ”

I need to come.

And she knows exactly how to get me there.

She obliges, her touch gentle yet purposeful. I can sense her finger delicately exploring, gradually making its way inside. At the same time, her other hand firmly wraps around my shaft, sending a jolt of pleasure through my body.

“Yes,” I hiss. Or at least I think I do—because I’m ignited. Hard, and eager for faster strokes.

I meet her hand on my dick, taking over the stroking as I chase the release that I know she’s working me up to. Giving her a little more room to focus on the finger she’s got buried inside me gets me there in a flash, and I’m groaning loudly, coming all over the wall of the shower.

“Fuck.”

She gets to her feet and shimmies under the stream of water, washing herself before turning towards me.

“Any more thoughts on pegging?” There’s a grin on her face that I can’t help but mirror. Because I’m high on my second orgasm of the day.

“You can do whatever the hell you want to me if it’s that good.”

Liam ambles out of a side room in the registry hall, closely followed by Ryan as they make their way towards me in their matching suits.

“You remember, Kelly, right?” I say, pulling her right beside me and draping my arm around her shoulders.

“Yeah, nice to see you. Thanks for coming,” Liam says.

“Where’re the guys?” I ask.

“It’s just us,” Liam says.

“Well, and Jen. She’s just in with Vicky. But—we’re just doing this as a little thing. No big deal for now. But you can’t tell Bettsy because he’s expecting a huge stag-do or whatever it’s called.”

Both Kelly and I groan audibly. “We can’t keep any more secrets,” I say.

“It’s not your secret to tell, anyway. Besides, Vicky and I are having a big event in the summer—with Jen and Ryan.”

“A joint wedding?” I ask.

“Well, sort of. More like a two-day extravaganza.”

I gape at him, but the sound of a door opening in the distance pulls my attention away, and Jen beckons me towards her.

“Come on,” I say to Kelly, leading her away.

Vicky looks incredible. A huge white gown that is very... Vicky, and her hair in a wave over her shoulders.

“Thanks, Jen,” she says. “I’ll be fine with Johnny.”

And Jen ambles out, steering Kelly away with her.

“Vic—”

“Do I look okay?” she says, tears forming in her eyes.

“You look beautiful. Like in an ugly way,” I say with a grin.

“Thanks, Johnny.”

“Are you sure you want me to—you know...”

“Of course I do,” she says, stepping towards me, her gown billowing out behind her.

She really does look beautiful.

“Come here,” I say, pulling her into a hug. She sniffs loudly and I glance down to see that she is trying hard to not sob. “Hey, don’t cry. You’ll probably ruin your make-up or something.”

“You’re different,” she says, looking up at me, a smile creeping across her face. “You’re happy, Johnny.”

“Yeah, I guess I am.”

“You’re in love,” she says, her eyes brightening.

“I’m in love, Vic.”

There’s a moment of stillness as we just stand there hugging.

It feels like everything we’ve gone through has led us up to this moment.

I wouldn’t say we were always close or anything, but we have a bond–probably more than a sibling thing.

Probably because we’ve both lived through the same experience of our parents.

Except, Vicky had Liam. And it’s only now, when I’ve opened my own heart up, I realise how much he must really fucking love her.

“So, you and Lee then?”

“Yeah. It’s real, Johnny. There’s no one else—”

“I know. I’m so glad that you’ve worked things out,” I say.

There’s a tap on the door and Jen pokes her head in. “They’re ready for you, Vic.”

Vicky nods and sniffs loudly, reaching for a tissue from a box set on a table next to the door.

“Are you really sure you want me to—”

“Yes. You’re my brother. Besides, I don’t have a dad anymore.”

Her words stun me, but I find myself agreeing.

“Well, yeah. But I don’t want to talk about him,” I say.

“But you will, right? Tell me everything that happened between you both?” she says.

“Sure. Honest answer. I’ll tell you. Because we made it, Vic. We made it.”

She nods, both of us understanding the unspoken words between us.

We made it.