Breakaway hearts, p.22
Breakaway Hearts, page 22
I could easily spend an hour worshipping her in this position, but my patience has been stretched to its breaking point. I knead her ass roughly, lining my cock up with her swollen, dripping entrance, and then bury myself to the hilt. She lurches forward a little, her back arching as she goes down onto her elbows, and I grip her hips, pounding into her hard and fast.
“Fuck, Callie,” I grunt. “Fuck. Fuck.”
It’s all over. My balls draw up, the first pulse of cum jetting from my cock, and I curl my upper body over hers, sliding a hand between her legs to find her clit again. I work it as I keep coming, groaning out words that barely make any sense.
“Reese! Oh!”
She falls apart for a third time as I circle her clit, her red hair tumbling around her face as she drops her head. Her walls squeeze around me, pulling every last drop of cum from my body, and then her muscles go slack. She collapses forward onto the bed, sliding off my cock.
A gush of cum spills from her pussy as she sprawls out on the comforter, and I have the strongest urge to reach out, scoop it up with my fingers, and press it back inside her.
I blink, not quite sure where that thought came from.
Shaking it off, I lean down to press a kiss to her shoulder. “Be right back.”
She makes a vague noise of acknowledgement, and I chuckle as I slide off the bed and pad to the bathroom. I grab a washcloth and wet it with warm water, then wring it out a little and bring it back to my bedroom.
Callie is exactly where I left her, as if she’s too tired to move a muscle, but she lifts her head as I slide the washcloth between her thighs. She rolls over onto her back, spreading her legs a little to give me better access as I clean her up. There’s a funny look on her face as she watches me, and as I swipe away some of the cum leaking from her pussy, she chuckles.
“It’s so messy.” She bites her lip, then glances up at my face, looking almost shy. “Can I tell you something? I’ve never had sex without a condom before.”
My movements pause as I hesitate for a moment, and then I resume cleaning her with the washcloth. Once I’m done, I toss it toward the laundry hamper in the corner and settle onto the bed beside her, turning to face her. She does the same, lying on her side facing me.
“Can I tell you something?” I murmur. “Neither have I.”
Her eyes widen, shock reflecting in their depths. “Really?”
I shrug. “Yeah.”
She still looks a bit stunned by that revelation, but then her features smooth out. A smile pulls at her lips, happy and warm. “So we were each other’s first in that way. I like that.”
Something tightens in my chest, as if an invisible hand is squeezing my heart. I don’t know quite why her words have hit me so hard, but I feel a sudden bone-deep need to make sure she never regrets this. It’s not like I took her virginity or anything, and being the first to fuck each other with no protection isn’t quite the same as that. But still, it means something.
It matters.
And I never want her to look back on this and wish things had been different.
We lie together in silence for a few moments, catching our breath, and then I reach out to smooth down a few of her messy curls. I’m suddenly a bit nervous, worried that I might not have done this well enough, that I might not have made it good enough for her.
“How do you feel?” I ask, studying her face carefully.
“Oh my god.” She laughs, a grin stretching her bow shaped lips. “I think you fucked all the bones out of my body. I’m Jell-o from head to toe.”
I chuckle, the tightness in my chest easing. “I’m not sure I’ve ever gotten that as a review of my performance before, but I’m hoping it’s a good thing.”
“Oh, it is. Very, very good.” She stretches lazily, which does amazing things to her body that make my half-deflated cock perk up. Then she arches an eyebrow at me, fixing me with a teasing look that I know well. “That has to count for way more than just lesson number four. I’m pretty sure we got all the way to lesson five.”
I grin, pulling her toward me suddenly and making her yelp. I roll her onto her back, going up onto one elbow to look down at her as she giggles.
“No way,” I tell her, keeping my expression serious. “That wasn’t lesson number five. This is.”
I slide my hand between her legs as I kiss her again, relishing the way she moans softly.
It might take me a few more minutes to be ready again, but there’s no fucking way I’m done with her yet.
Chapter 28
Callie
“Oh my god, right there, so close!” My heart races, and I wipe away the fine sheen of sweat breaking out on my forehead. “Please,” I gasp. “Oh god, oh god, yes!”
I jump out of my seat just as Reese scores a goal, raising the score so that it’s two to one, with the Aces leading. I can barely hear myself screaming over the roaring home crowd, and just as the Aces’ goal song starts playing, Reese looks over at me and points his gloved hand my way.
My heart leaps somewhere between my chest and my mouth, and I clap my hands and continue to scream wildly, despite my body telling me that all this jumping and clapping is only going to make me even more sore come tomorrow morning.
The past few days, ever since Reese and I first slept together, have been pretty much filled with nonstop sex. I feel ridiculous for not knowing it could be this good, for ever thinking that sex with Austin was the pinnacle of physical intimacy.
Reese proved me wrong that first night. And every night since.
What can I say? I really am a diligent student.
He said he wanted to fuck me so well that no one else could live up to it, and I’m pretty sure no one ever will.
And now that I know how incredible it can be, it’s like Reese has created a monster. I can’t wait for more. I’m already looking forward to whatever later tonight might hold, especially if he’s riding the high of a win.
Play resumes, and as I sit back down, I glance over to my right. A few rows away, Sienna is watching me, although she smiles and looks away quickly when our eyes meet.
I try to ignore it, as well as the strange feeling of possessiveness that rises up in me.
It’s funny. I’ve seen Sienna at several games now, and I think she’s actually coming to more of them now than she did back when they were together. Maybe she’s just trying to put in a good showing for her job, to make it clear that she’s a team player who supports the athletes. But I don’t think that’s the real reason, or at least not the full reason.
I think she comes to the games because of me.
Because Reese’s plan is working, and it’s driving her mad to see him point to me in the stands after he scores a goal.
It’s good that she feels jealous, I tell myself for the hundredth time.
What’s not good is that I feel jealous too. I can’t help the possessive feeling that rises up in me whenever I see her looking his way. But it makes no sense, because Reese isn’t mine.
Despite the fact that Sienna doesn’t know it, he’s still hers.
My body aches, but not in the same, pleasant way as before. I can play pretend all I want, live in this imaginary world where Reese is focused solely on me, on my body, on giving me more pleasure than I ever thought possible, but none of it is real.
I swivel back to watching the game. We’re nearing the end of the third period, and all the Aces need to do is maintain possession and control of the puck, denying the Titans any chance at scoring. That’s it, and then we’ll have won.
And that’s exactly what they do. The final seconds tick down, and every Aces fan in the arena stands on their feet, anticipation heavy and heady. I hold my breath.
The Titans manage to steal the puck, and a Hail Mary shot on goal flies toward Grant, but he deflects it just as the whistle blows.
Aces win.
The crowd erupts, the Aces’ song starts playing again, and I’m jumping up and down while the guys tackle Grant to the ice. It might be my imagination, but I swear, it almost looks like the big, grumpy goalie is smiling.
“Callie?”
I turn at the sound of my name, and the excited grin on my face slips away.
What the fuck?
What the actual fuck is Austin doing here, standing in front of me?
“I thought it was you,” he says with a laugh. His hair is cut shorter than it was the last time I saw him, but the smirk on his face is exactly the same as I remember. “I was pretty sure I saw you on the big screen after Sutton scored that goal. Must be nice being his friend, since he can get you these seats and everything.” He points his thumb back toward the nosebleed seats. “I was stuck up there. Spent the second half of the third period looking for you.”
“He’s my boyfriend,” I say softly.
Austin cocks his head. “Hm?”
“We’re dating,” I repeat, louder this time. I feel slightly disconnected from my body with Austin standing right in front of me. With his smug face and upturned nose, I can’t believe I ever thought this asshole was attractive. “Reese and I. He and I are dating.”
Austin puts one hand behind his head, surprise registering on his features. “Oh wow, no way. Congrats, Cal, seriously. Never in a million years would I have thought you two would’ve gotten together.”
My ears start to ring. My hands are shaking, and I curl my fingers into fists to try to stop it.
“I mean,” Austin continues without my prompting, “he’s Reese Sutton. Hockey all-star, super rich, was dating some really hot lawyer chick not too long ago. And you’re… don’t get me wrong, Callie, obviously I think you’re a catch. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have dated you.”
“Mmm.”
I try to move around him so that I can get out of this hellish scenario, but he doesn’t budge. He’s either oblivious or a complete dick, but honestly, it’s probably a little bit of both.
“I’m surprised he gave you this jersey,” Austin says. He puts his hand on my arm, tugging lightly at my sleeve. “It’s way too big on you, and you know what oversized clothes do to your figure. I mean, when thin girls wear oversized clothes, it’s cute, but with you—”
“Get. The fuck. Out of my way.”
The words are shaky coming out of my mouth, but they emerge nonetheless. I clench my fists so tightly that I can feel my fingernails leaving half-moons in my palms.
Austin blinks, looking taken aback. “Whoa. Come on, Cal, I was just trying to help out.”
“Don’t make me repeat myself.”
He moves his hand from my bicep to my shoulder. “Come on. Don’t be like that,” he says cajolingly. “I just thought it would be nice for the two of us to catch up.”
“Hey! Motherfucker!”
Austin and I, along with the remainder of the crowd still behind the Aces’ bench, turn to see Reese storming off the ice. He barrels toward us like a hurricane, still wearing his skates and a furious expression.
“Get your fucking hands off her if you want to keep them,” he growls.
Chapter 29
Reese
When Austin doesn’t immediately take his hand off Callie, I yank it away. And I don’t stop there. I keep pulling, dragging him toward me, then land a hard punch to his jaw that sends him stumbling backward. He almost goes down, managing to catch his balance at the last second as blood drips from his split lip.
I’m vaguely aware of Callie yelling, of other people around us shouting, but all I can focus on is that piece of shit and the roaring in my ears telling me to beat this fucker into the ground.
I land another punch to his face, and he starts swinging blindly, landing a hit of his own. But I don’t give a shit. I barely even feel it.
How the fuck could he think this was okay? Walking up to her? Talking to her? Even breathing in her direction?
Callie was clearly uncomfortable. I saw her body tensing up, even from a distance. If this shithead couldn’t see that, or worse, if he could see it and kept going, then he deserves every hit I’m landing.
“Reese!”
Noah just about tackles me, but I still manage to land one more punch on Austin’s face before he pulls me back. I struggle against his vise-like grip, but Sawyer and Theo pull me back as well.
“Cool it,” Noah tells me in a low, warning voice. “Remember where you are. You need to get your shit under control. Right. Now.”
I’m still pulling against their grips, I realize, as Austin scrambles to his feet. His nose looks like it might be broken, and his left eye is battered and swelling shut. He wipes at the blood streaming from his nostrils.
“Fuck you,” he bites out, then turns on his heel and storms out of the arena. I resist the urge to go after him, letting the guys haul me back to the bench.
Lights flash in my direction, and I look around to see fans taking photos and likely livestreaming the entire encounter. Fuck. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Margo talking to Ted, our marketing director, and I hear the words “legal,” “media,” and “press conference.”
“Sutton!” Dunaway shouts from the bench. He might actually be frothing at the mouth, and honestly, I don’t blame him.
I’ve just caused a major headache for the Aces.
“Sorry, Coach,” I mutter as the rest of the team starts to head into the tunnel leading to the locker rooms.
“Sorry?” he growls. “You’re sorry? Meet me in my office after you get changed. Jesus fucking Christ, Sutton. I expect shit like this from Camden, not you.”
I nod stiffly, then follow my teammates toward the locker rooms. No one speaks. Hardly anyone comes within arm’s length of me. Fair. I must look like a ticking time bomb. Hell, I feel like one. I’m half-positive that if someone looks at me the wrong way, I’ll explode.
In the locker room, I shrug out of my gear and head to the showers, where most of my teammates are already cleaning up.
“Guest of honor has arrived,” Theo announces. He’s got a grin on his face, and the tightness around my chest loosens a bit at the sight. “Glad I’m not the one in trouble for fighting this time.”
“Don’t get used to it.”
“Well, shit.”
Noah rakes a hand through his wet hair. “Seriously, though. You alright, man? I’ve never seen you so worked up. Who the fuck was that guy?”
I scrub my scalp way too hard, needing to let out the extra aggression boiling inside me.
“Callie’s ex,” I grunt. “He was bothering her. I could see it. He used to say awful shit about her, right to her face. He was verbally and emotionally abusive to her, and I can’t believe he had the nerve to talk to her after the shit he put her through. To even get near her.”
Noah nods. Something flashes on his face, a hint of understanding. “Damn. Yeah, okay. If someone like that fucked with Margo, I probably would’ve done the same.”
“But regardless, I’m sure you’re in for a beating from Dunaway,” Owen adds.
“Without a doubt.” Theo snorts. “Don’t worry. You’ll get used to them.”
“Great.” I turn off my shower head and wrap a towel around my waist.
Time to go face the music.
I hover my fist in front of Dunaway’s office door after getting dressed. I need to knock. I need to go in and speak to him, to face the consequences of my actions.
But I have a vague idea of what those consequences are going to look like, and I don’t like them one bit.
“Get your ass in here, Sutton!” Dunaway bellows. “You forget I have a window or something?”
I wince, then push open the door and sit down at the chair in front of his desk. “Sorry,” I say. “Sorry.”
“What are you sorry for, exactly?”
“Not coming in right away.”
He snorts. “Anything else?”
“Um. Potentially damaging the Aces’ reputation and mine?”
Dunaway bangs his fist on the desk, and I clench my jaw tight. I’m not going to apologize for beating the shit out of that asshole. Not in a million years.
Not for Dunaway.
Not for the Aces.
Not for the goddamn NHL.
I would do it again and again for Callie. I meant what I told her mom the other night, and no matter what happens between us, that won’t change. I will always do my level best to look out for her. To take care of her, and to keep the assholes of the world from dimming her brightness.
“You punched an Aces fan in the face,” Dunaway says quietly. “Multiple times. The video is already circulating. Your face is plastered all over ESPN right now, and not for the reasons I want it to be.”
“At least viewers are getting a good show.”
The glare he gives me makes me blanch slightly, and I sink down a little in my seat.
“Sorry,” I mutter. “Bad timing.”
Dunaway sighs. “There are going to be legal issues involved in this, especially if that prick decides to sue. And you’ll be facing fines and a suspension. But mostly, I’m just disappointed in you, Sutton. I thought you were more level-headed than this.”
I drop my gaze down to my lap, dragging in a breath through my nose. “How long of a suspension?”
“I just spoke to someone from the Department of Player Safety. You’re looking at three games.”
I exhale sharply but keep my mouth zipped shut. It’s the news I was hoping I wouldn’t be hearing, even though I knew it was coming. I can’t protest, though. There’s no point. This came from NHL officials, not Dunaway, so there’s nothing he can do to change it.
“You’ll be alright.” Dunaway’s voice softens a little. “Just keep your head on straight, Sutton, for fuck’s sake. Don’t throw away a promising career with shit like this.”
“I won’t, Coach,” I promise.
“Good. Now get the hell out of my office.” He raps his knuckles on his desk and stands. I stand with him, and he pins me with a hard look. “No more fighting. And I don’t even want to hear a peep from you on socials until Margo and Ted get this whole thing sorted from a PR standpoint. Understood?”
