Van2, page 9
With a hand on the back of one thigh, I lift her leg high and drape it over my shoulder. Simone stares down at me with flushed cheeks, her palms pressed against the wall for balance. I drag my thumb down through the lips of her sex, find her soaking wet.
“Van,” she wheezes.
My head snaps up and my hands fall away. “No words. Make all the sounds you want, but no words.”
She nods frantically, biting down hard on her lower lip.
“This is for you, baby. It doesn’t mean anything other than I want you to feel good right now.”
Anger flashes in her beautiful eyes, but she keeps her mouth shut. I reward her by circling my thumb over her clit. “That’s my girl.”
Air gushes out of her and I don’t waste any more time with teasing. I place a gentle kiss on her lower belly before running my tongue up her slit. Simone groans and I hear a thump, most likely her head falling back against the wall. I don’t bother looking up because I am focused on making my love come.
I lick her just the way I know she craves, plunging two fingers inside her heat. Hungrily exploring every fold and crevice of her pussy, I savor the sweetness of my wife and her keening sounds of need echo in my ears. I show her no mercy, but she’d never ask me for it. I told her I wouldn’t fuck her, but that’s apparently a lie because I ruthlessly plunge my tongue and fingers into her tight channel. My dick is so hard it hurts, but I let that pain fuel my desire to give Simone the pleasure she deserves.
I wince as she takes fistfuls of my hair, gripping tightly. Her hips rotate against my mouth, silently demanding more. It brings back beautiful memories of the first time I went down on my wife. I can remember it as if it were yesterday, and I’m transported back in time because I’m going through the same exact thing with her.
After we first met, Simone pursued me relentlessly. She flirted, teased and taunted. The sexiest goddamn woman I’d ever known and she was hacking away at all my defenses. Chipped and chipped and chipped until I lost my shit.
I kissed her and it was everything I feared it would be. Sizzling hot and full of so much promise that she’d rock my world, I almost bolted.
Almost.
Instead, I tried my best to scare her off. “Get your ass in my bed and get naked. I’m going to show you what happens when you aren’t smart enough to stop provoking me.”
My words had the opposite effect, and it was excitement and triumph written all over her beautiful face.
Goddamn fucking, incorrigible brat.
That was my exact thought and it’s what I think now. Here I am again, falling prey to her stubborn insistence that we belong together. Fuck if I don’t love her more for her fierce determination.
I purse my lips on her clit, suck gently and then lash my tongue. Simone keeps her mouth shut but I can hear the moans deep in her throat. She holds my head in her hands, wantonly gyrating against my face, demanding more and more from me.
That first time I fucked her, it was done without any thought or care about how she felt. She dared me to do it and I put her right on her hands and knees and took her from behind. Best fucking pussy I’d ever had, and I had all intentions of busting a quick nut and walking away from her.
Except from the moment I drove inside of her, I knew that was just a pipe dream. Simone loved it hard and rough and didn’t care that I wasn’t whispering sweet nothings in her ear. She threw herself backward onto my cock, creating as much friction and pounding as I was trying to give her.
She was an animal and there was no way I could have ever stopped.
It was, up until that point in my life, the hardest orgasm I’d ever had. I shot my soul into her and when my heart rate came back down, I hated myself for my weakness. I flopped onto the bed, rolling to my back and staring at the ceiling with complete disgruntlement.
How in the fuck had she managed to do that to me?
Yeah… a goddamn fucking, incorrigible brat.
She wasn’t finished with me, though. The scheming minx wanted more and wasn’t giving me the chance to walk away from her. Simone rolled on top of me and fused her mouth to mine. I had no idea how much I needed that kiss, but I was immediately lost to it. And despite the fact I outweighed her by a good hundred pounds, she somehow managed to roll us so she was on her back and I was on top of her.
She fisted my hair, gave it a hard yank and then put a palm to the top of my head.
Eyes gleaming with lust and challenge, she pushed me down her body. She never said a word, but her intent was transparent.
What she needed was clear.
That fucking woman pushed me right down until my face was over her pussy. She spread her legs wide, tilted her hips up, and said, “Give it to me, Van.”
And fucking Christ… I buried my face between her legs and gave it to her hard.
Just like I’m doing now.
Exactly like I did then.
It’s come full circle for us, right in this moment.
Simone starts panting as I fuck her with my mouth and fingers, rotating her hips to maximize her pleasure. Taking alongside my giving. It’s one of the things I love most about her… that she’s not ashamed to ask for what she wants in the bedroom.
I’ve always, always given it to her.
With pure joy on my part.
Just like I am now.
I twirl my tongue around her swollen clit before battering it. I thrust my fingers in and out, and I have one small regret not being on that bed as I’d have one in her ass too.
Simone sucks air deep into her lungs, her fingernails scraping my scalp, and her hips buck hard as she starts to come. It came on fast and I wasn’t prepared for it. I grip her ass with both hands to hold her still and suck on her clit hard to extend the orgasm. She shudders, gasps, pulls at my hair, but she never begs me to stop.
I’m the one who finally pulls away, turning my cheek to rest against her belly for only a second before I rise from the floor. I lick my lower lip, relishing her taste and already missing her body. My dick strains against my pants, my balls ache and my heart feels shredded. But at this moment, Simone is blissed out and I use the opportunity to put everything between us aside and enjoy the peace in her smile.
It lasts only a few moments before the haze clears and her expression turns wary.
She starts to move toward me, gaze cutting down to my erection. “Let me…”
I hold up a hand, take a step back. “Nothing has changed.”
Simone huffs in irritation.
“I told you I’d make you come and then walk away.”
“Yeah,” she mutters, bending down to swipe her panties from the floor. She steps one foot in, then the other, shimmying them up her legs. “But I didn’t think it would stop at just me having an orgasm.”
I’m in the danger zone right now. My mouth wants to curve into an amused smile and I know the minute I fall prey to Simone’s charms, she’s going to have me giving up all that I believe in right now.
“Oh, I’m going to have an orgasm,” I say, putting enough chill in my tone that the light in her eyes dies just a little. “Just not with you.”
The words are meant to hurt and put distance between us… reminiscent of that first time we had sex and then she demanded I eat her pussy. I walked away after the orgasm faded, except I told her, “Now that you’re wearing my sweat on your skin, you’ve sort of lost your shine. Time to move on.”
Simone’s shoulders slump slightly, the only indication that what I just said hit the mark.
I leave the room, not looking back. I trot down the stairs, straight into my bedroom where I lock the door behind me.
Within moments I have the shower on, the water hot, my body naked and my cock in my fist. Leaning my forearm against the tiled wall with the steam rising all around me, I bow my head and jerk off to the memory of what I just did to Simone.
CHAPTER 11
Simone
A receptionist sits inside the lobby of the arena’s executive suite. It’s only the second time I’ve been to the facility, the first being the game day before yesterday. Brienne had directed me to where I’d catch an elevator up to the top floor where double wooden doors lead into the inner sanctum of the higher-ups who run this organization.
A pretty young blond looks up from surfing her phone. Her desk is immaculate and there’s no computer. I wonder if her only purpose is to greet people or answer the phone. She smiles brightly. “You must be Simone Turner. Ms. Norcross told me you’d be coming in to see her for lunch.”
I’m surprised she knows that, given she has no apparent appointment calendar on her spotless desk, but I nod. “Yes, that’s right.”
“Follow me,” she chirps as she stands.
I’m treated to a short tour as she points out various offices and conference rooms. We happen to walk by one office where I see Jenna at a desk, talking on the phone. She’s a media liaison for the team.
Jenna sees me and waves with a bright smile. I wave back and continue, following the receptionist to a corner office.
The brass nameplate says Adam Norcross and I assume this must have been Brienne’s brother’s office. He died in the crash and she took over the team. I bet it’s still hanging not because she hasn’t had time to change it out but because she has no intention of doing so. It’s an honorable nod to him and the work he did for the team.
The door is open and Brienne looks up to smile at me. The receptionist disappears and I’m motioned in as Brienne stands. “I’m so glad you could come over this way to have lunch with me.”
She moves from behind the desk and walks straight to me for a hug. “Thanks for making time,” I say as we pull apart.
“Come sit over here.” She motions to a table that seats four in the corner. It has two place settings with a platter of roasted chicken and vegetables along with a fruit tray. “I had this brought in. Hope it’s okay.”
“Looks incredible.” I look around the space as I move toward the table. “And your office is stunning.”
“It’s all Adam’s style,” she says as she plops down in a chair and immediately reaches for tongs to load up her plate. “I couldn’t bear to change it.”
It’s clearly a man’s office… pure masculine elegance with the Ohio River and the city skyline beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows. It’s all dark woods and thick burgundy carpeting, heavy oil paintings in gilded frames.
Brienne hands me the tongs and I grab a chicken breast with roasted zucchini. I’m normally a healthy eater, but I suppose it’s more important now that I’m pregnant.
There’s a bottle of sparkling water along with a pitcher of iced tea. Brienne asks, “Which do you prefer?”
“The sparkling is great,” I say and watch as she pours us each a glass.
I have to say… I like that. Brienne could easily have had a waiter here serving our food and beverages but she’s such a grounded person, I can tell she’s one of those who would rather do it herself.
I take a moment to cut up all my chicken and vegetables while we talk about the game tonight. The team is in Atlanta playing the Sting but they’ll head back after.
“Do you go to many away games?” I ask.
She smiles as she plucks a green bean from her plate with her fingers. “Not so many since Drake and the boys moved in. I’m hanging back with them.” Smiling at me gently, she takes a bite of the veggie and points it at me while she chews. “I assume you’re not at the point where you can attend some of the away games.”
I shake my head, feeling glum about that observation. “No. Things aren’t going well and after the debacle the other night at Mario’s, Van would prefer I not come to any more games or events.”
“Oh, bullshit,” she snaps.
“Actually, I don’t know that he’s wrong.” I set my utensils down. “It’s why I wanted to come talk to you. I wanted to apologize for the way I acted at Mario’s. I made an ass of myself and I hope I didn’t embarrass you or the team. I know Van is horrified, but I wanted to assure you he’s a true professional. I don’t want my behavior to reflect poorly on him.”
Brienne drops the rest of the green bean on her plate and uses a linen napkin to wipe her fingers. Her stare is empathetic, but there’s an unyielding quality to her expression. “While I would prefer my hockey family not attack fans, it was defused quickly, thanks to your husband’s quick intervention. I’m not worried about what happened. I did want to make sure you were okay, though, not because I thought Van would hurt you. It’s clear he loves you a lot by just how idiotic this quest is for him to protect you from the history of his father. I wanted to make sure you were okay emotionally.”
I snort. “Not sure I’m ever going to be better emotionally. Van is testing my limits.”
“You’re not wearing him down yet?” she asks.
I consider how I provoked him into giving me an orgasm the other night, so assured that if we could at least connect physically, it would bridge the emotional.
I was wrong.
I shake my head. “He’s a stubborn man.”
“Give it time,” Brienne says. “You have a good history together and once some space can get between him and the book, he’ll start to come around.”
“Maybe,” I hedge, but I’m not so sure. My confidence is at an all-time low.
Brienne’s gaze hardens. “Regardless, you are a member of this hockey family and I don’t care if Van doesn’t like it, you are welcome at any games and events.”
Laughing, I nod. “Okay… I’ll make sure he knows that, but I think I’ll pick and choose my battles.”
“I assume you’ll be here for the Cold Fury game at least.”
“Yeah, wouldn’t miss that for the world,” I assure her. My brothers are going to stay after the game rather than fly back with the team for a long-overdue Fournier get-together. “I’ll even be wearing a Titans jersey.”
“Van’s jersey,” she corrects. “Or you could wear your Titan Queens T-shirt.”
My face flushes. “Yeah… about that… it sort of got destroyed.”
Brienne’s eyebrows shoot high.
“I cut it up in a fit of rage during an argument with Van. I’m sorry.”
Chuckling, Brienne waves off my apology. “I’ll have Jenna get you another one, and if that one gets cut up, we’ll get you another. The point is, don’t give up.”
I manage a smile and stab a piece of chicken. I’ve been trying so hard, but I’m not gaining any ground. There will come a time when I’ll give up.
The rest of lunch is pleasant and I learn more about Brienne personally, including more details of her clandestine affair with Drake, which turned into a beautiful engagement. We only chat for about thirty minutes, then Brienne is rushing off to a meeting.
I poke my head into Jenna’s office to say hello, but it’s empty. I grab a notepad and pen, jotting her a quick message to call me so we can get together. Van might not want me here, but I’ve already joined an amazing community of women and I’m going to take advantage of my time with them.
On the way back to the house, I make mental notes of how my week will progress. Van comes home tonight and with two home games ahead of us, there will be opportunities to interact with him.
Presuming he comes home.
The man won’t sit down and have a rational conversation with me and everything devolves into a fight. I’ve fallen back on a tried-and-true method with Van, which is to provoke him into interaction with me, but that’s not been working out so far. Sure, he broke the other night, but I know my husband well. Part of that was his regret for hurting and shutting me out. He was trying to give me something, even though he made things all the more confusing.
As I coast to a stop at a red light, I become aware that I have no clue where I am. I’d been so mired in my thoughts that I must’ve missed a turn somewhere and I’m in a part of the North Shore area I don’t recognize.
“Shit,” I mutter, immediately reaching for my phone that’s connected to the navigation system. I flip to Google Maps and try to type in our address so I can get directions.
A car honks behind me and I see the light is green. I give a wave over my head in apology and hit the gas. As I drive, I try to type in the address with just my thumb. I also scan the neighborhood to see if I recognize any buildings.
I finally get the address in, hit Start on the directions and toss my phone on the passenger seat. I look up and see there’s a red light right above me and I’m already halfway through the intersection.
Movement from my left catches my eye and I turn to see a large truck bearing down on me. A man is driving, his eyes wide open in shock to see me in the middle of the intersection while he has the right of way. He slams on his brakes and horn and it’s all squealing tires until the front of his truck slams into my driver’s side door. There’s a horrific sound of tearing metal and my window explodes, raining chunks of tempered glass all around me. My car slides to the right a good ten feet and then both vehicles come to a rest, locked together.
My heart slams inside my chest and I’m dizzy from the shock of what just happened. I immediately do a systems check and realize I’m okay. Nothing hurts too terribly except for my left arm and hip, which took a blow from the door caving in, but definitely nothing broken.
Steam billows from the truck’s grill and since my window is gone, it’s wafting in front of my face. I’m able to get my seat belt off and then someone is opening my passenger door.
“Are you okay?” It’s the man who was driving the truck.
“Yeah… I think so.” I offer him a sincere apology. “I’m so very sorry. I was lost and wasn’t paying attention. Totally my fault.”
Luckily, the guy is more relieved I’m not dead than pissed and he helps me crawl over the console and out the passenger door. The police arrive quickly along with an ambulance. Statements are taken and insurance is exchanged. I’m issued a ticket and tow trucks come as neither vehicle is drivable.
An emergency medical technician checks me out and while my blood pressure is a little high and my arm is starting to throb, I don’t think I need to see a doctor and I tell him so.
