Page 25 of The Sweet Spot (Kodiaks Hockey #3)

Chapter Twenty-Five

Wolseley

B efore taking my much-needed nap, I threw the new-old clothes in the washing machine, including the ones I’d bought for Brandon. Sometimes thrift stores washed the clothes they received, and sometimes they didn’t, and since I didn’t know and didn’t want to take any chances, they went into the washer. I then hit my bed and passed out within minutes.

My ninety-minute nap was more than enough to reinvigorate me, and while I showered and got ready to head over to Brandon’s, I threw the clothes in the dryer. How much did I love that Tangi and Ethan’s place had an en-suite laundry? Brandon’s did, too, and based on what I thought their condos were worth, it only made sense. Although, for some reason, Brandon didn’t own his. I wondered why he hadn’t put roots down yet.

With our laundered new clothes, I headed over to Brandon’s via an Uber. I had to figure out better transportation, but that would come eventually. I’d been on the job a few months without a ton of time off. And then it hit me. Thanksgiving was right around the corner. While it wasn’t Thanksgiving for Brandon, it was for me, Jill, Tangi, and Ethan. It was less than three weeks away, and the Kodiaks would be in town for it. Hell, I’d invite Ryan and Delia too. We could have a nice little dinner party. I loved the idea.

“Hello,” I said to Brandon as I entered his place. There was so much lightness to my voice, as if a huge weight had been lifted. A nap and hanging out with a guy I’d just had a fun date with could do that for a girl. Brandon was sitting on his sofa, reading one of his new books, and he put it down and got up when I walked in. “I brought our new clothes. Fully washed. I think you should do a fashion show. I want to see what they look like on.”

“Only if you try yours,” he said with a sweet grin.

“Fine. But you first. I’m getting started on dinner for you and Ryan.”

I didn’t expect him to yank off the sweater he was wearing right there, but it got me to stop everything I was doing to watch. The man was a Greek god, all lean muscle and a six-pack. If I gawked anymore, I was going to start drooling. He threw on the Wheaties shirt, and all I wanted to do was take it off.

“It’s perfect,” I said with a clap.

He headed off to the bathroom to check himself out in the mirror, and I thought to quickly put on one of my T-shirts, but that would be me chickening out. I was the first to fight for women’s empowerment, but I was also supremely self-conscious about myself, especially because of the way he looked.

“Yup, I like it.”

He tried the vintage Kodiaks shirt next. It was a bit big on him, but he could pull it off.

“Your turn,” he said, looking pleased with himself.

I groaned under my breath as I pulled out the white Hubba Bubba shirt. Why had I suggested this? I sure hoped he was a boob guy because my girls were my biggest asset. I didn’t put them out into the world much because I wanted to be valued for my work, not my tits, but he was about to see them in their full glory. At least I had a cute white bra with a bit of lacy pink trim. A change from my normal sports bras.

I changed as quickly as I could without it looking obvious that I was trying to rush it along. The shirt was a bit tight around my girls, but otherwise fit.

“Hubba Bubba,” he said.

I think every part of me turned red. “You did not just say that.”

“It looks hot on you. I think you should cook in it.”

“You’re weird, and I don’t want to get it dirty.”

“I have an idea,” he said, coming closer to me and pulling me into his arms. “Let’s get you out of the shirt.”

My heart picked up a million beats.

“You know I have to make dinner for Ryan.”

“You’re right. Let me fix that.”

He walked over to his phone, leaving me standing there. I watched him tap out a text, then place his phone back on the coffee table.

“I told him you weren’t feeling well and that he should get takeout. I said I’d pay for it so he doesn’t bitch too much.”

I tried to give him a disapproving frown, but it wasn’t working. “That was very naughty of you.”

“Would you like to see more of that?”

“I think I would.”

He effortlessly scooped me up, and I let out a little shriek. No one had literally swept me off my feet before. He carried me to his room and gently placed me down on his bed. I sat up and watched his eyes as they turned a darker shade of blue .

“While I love the shirt, I’d prefer to see you out of it.”

I pressed my lips together and slowly pulled off the shirt. He was standing over me on the bed and about to pounce, but I held up my hand to stop him.

“Now it’s your turn.”

He ripped off the shirt and carelessly threw it across the room. It landed somewhere near the window, and I giggled. He motioned for me to stand, and I did. He then reached out behind me and undid my bra. It fell harmlessly to the floor. I caught him hitching a breath as he reached out to touch both my breasts.

“These are perfect,” he said, brushing his thumbs over my suddenly pearled nipples.

My heart beat wildly as he then slipped his hands down to my jeans and undid the button, then the zipper. I shimmied out of them, kicking them away. I did the same to his jeans, trying to keep my breathing as even as possible.

He picked me up again, laying me on the bed. He lay down next to me, and I turned to face him. He kissed me deeply, and I got lost in him then. I didn’t care about anything else in the damn world. And when his hand slipped under my panties and he found my wet core, I moaned as he slowly massaged my clit. He broke the kiss and then focused on my boobs. He couldn’t stop touching, kneading, kissing, and licking them. Between his mouth and his fingers, I was feeling an orgasm coming, but it was too soon. I had to hold it off.

I came completely undone when one finger slipped inside me, then another. They were on a mission, exploring and torturing me all at the same time. And when he found what he was looking for, I thought I saw stars. The blinding orgasm ripped through me, and he wouldn’t stop his torture until I screamed.

He finally let his fingers slip out of me as my body still shook from my climax. He kissed me hard, whispering in my ear how badly he wanted to fuck me. My body hummed at that, ready for another round, and as he pulled off his boxers and reached for a condom in his nightstand, I stared at his magnificent cock. Everything about him was magnificent. When he settled between my legs, my body quivered with excitement.

He pushed into me slowly, and I let my body relax, taking in the welcome invasion. Inch my damn inch, he moved inside me, looking for that spot again. I didn’t need him to find it. I was so ready for this that I had another orgasm waiting in the wings. I pushed into him, and he grinned devilishly.

“Don’t you want to draw this out?”

“I need you to fuck me.”

He pushed in hard, right to the hilt, and I yelped. It felt so damn good. He kept a steady pace at first, but when I squeezed him, using my Kegel muscles to the max, I knew he couldn’t hold on much longer. His thrusts picked up with intensity, and when he played with my clit without warning, he pushed me over the edge again. I let out a guttural groan as I came hard, followed closely by him.

That had been the best sex I’d ever had.

He kissed me softly, then he slipped out of me. I missed the feeling of fullness. He got up to dispose of the condom, and I lay there, unable to move as I soaked it all in. I finally pulled myself up on my elbows when he returned to bed. I watched him move, my insides ready for him already.

“You are Adonis reincarnated,” I said. “Do you know his history?” I asked as Brandon crawled into bed and pulled me close.

“Nope. But I can’t wait to hear it.”

“Adonis was a mortal who was super hot and very sought after by all the Greek goddesses. Probably some gods too. He was given to Persephone by Aphrodite when he was an infant, and it sounds like she wanted him back, but Persephone refused. Sounds like both women fell in love with him because he was gorgeous. So they took it to Zeus, and he decided that Adonis only had to spend a third of the year with each woman giving himself a third of a year to himself.”

“The dude was busy for two-thirds of the year.”

“Until he was killed by a wild boar.”

“Shitty luck,” Brandon said with a laugh.

“Aphrodite begged Zeus to bring him back to life, so Zeus compromised with her. He got to spend half the year with her, and half the year in the underworld.”

“So, a sort of happy ending?”

“Yup,” I said, snuggling into him.

“Can I tell you who you remind me of?”

“Of course,” I said, taking in the fading scent of his cologne. Maybe body spray? Whatever the hell it was, he had me wanting him more. Instead, I traced a finger along his chest to distract me.

“Her name was Norma Jean Baker.”

“Marilyn Monroe?” I asked with shock.

“Totally,” he said. “You have her figure, and it’s to die for. You have a similar face, almost the same nose, but she would have killed for your dimples. Sometimes, when you let your hair get a little wavy, I see it even more. You are the ultimate pinup girl, but I think I’m the only one who gets to see it. But can we agree that you and I have better endings than our twins?”

“Yes, definitely. Now I know what I want to do to you, but maybe we should have dinner first? What do you say?”

“All right, but you and I will be back here later. I’m not finished with you yet.”