Killian (On the Line 1)

“I’ve missed your wet pussy,” he said, wrapping an arm around the back of my shoulders to hold me in place as he fucked me even harder. “Fuck, baby . . . so good.”

He lowered his lips to my nipple, circling it lightly with his tongue. I cried out and dug my nails into his back. I was desperate to come, and he was teasing me with the one thing he knew would send me over the edge.

“Your nipples taste so good,” he said in a low, sexy tone. “I could just lick and suck them for hours.”

He sucked one lightly then went back to circling it with his tongue, his hips still pounding into me mercilessly.

“Killian, please,” I begged. “Please let me come.’

I felt his low groan against my nipple. He grazed it between his teeth lightly and I cried out with frustration. An instant later, his teeth locked onto my nipple and tugged it hard, sending me into a deep orgasm that spread through my whole body in powerful waves.

He groaned against my neck, his body tensing for a few seconds. When he went limp, I wrapped my arms and legs around him.

“I love you so damn much,” he said in my ear. “No matter where I’m at, you’re my girl. Don’t ever forget that.”

I squeezed my eyes shut, fighting back tears of happiness. This next stage of our relationship wouldn’t be easy, but nothing worth having ever was.Killian

Two weeks into joining the new team, I was finally hitting a groove. I’d been too worried about screwing up to enjoy my first few games, but tonight’s had been fun. I was already analyzing the mistakes I’d made, but I knew I’d done more right than wrong.

My teammates and I were meeting for a late dinner. I was sitting in the back of a cab on the way to the restaurant when I pulled out my phone to call Sid. A text from my former coach was waiting for me.

Orion: Nice game tonight.

I wrote back my thanks. It felt good to know that he’d watched it. Bennett and Liam were catching as many of my games as they could, and I knew they were in my corner despite all their pissy text messages. I missed everyone from the Fenway team like hell. Now I was a small fish in the pond, and my swagger was on the back burner.

I missed Sid more than anyone. In Fenway, there’d been small reminders of her everywhere. I’d be pulling on a hoodie and realize I could smell her perfume on it. I’d gotten used to the cinnamon toothpaste at her place, and now the mint kind at my new apartment just wasn’t the same. I still pulled two coffee mugs out of the cabinet in the morning, forgetting I was only pouring coffee for one now.

When I dialed her number, the sound of her voice on the other end of the line soothed away some of the ache.

“Killian, you were amazing tonight,” she said.

“Thanks. I wish you were here. Or I was there . . . or something”

“Me, too.”

“How was your day?”

She sighed, the few seconds of silence telling me something was up. “You know, the usual.”

“I like hearing about your usual.”

“Just work stress,” she said dismissively.

“You sound upset.”

“I’m fine.”

I shifted in my seat, restlessness settling over me. “You don’t sound fine, Sid.”

“I’m just tired.”

“Will you be able to make it to Chicago tomorrow night for the game?”

“I can’t. Something came up.”

I waited for her to explain, but she didn’t.

“Why are you being so cryptic?” I asked.

“I’m not being cryptic.”

This wasn’t the warm conversation I’d been hoping for. But then, it was close to midnight. I’d been held up after the game with an interview.

“You want me to let you go so you can sleep?” I asked.

“Yeah, I do need to sleep. I’m sorry I’m cranky.”

“It’s alright. Don’t worry about it.”

“I love you, Killian.” Her voice was almost pleading, though I had no idea why. Was she feeling insecure about us?

“I love you too, baby. Miss you every minute.”

We said goodbye and hung up. I passed the rest of the cab ride staring out the window, wondering if I’d made the right decision in coming to Indy. I didn’t want to play in the NHL if it meant losing Sidney. Chances were good I’d never meet another woman who’d capture me the way she had. I’d never forgive myself if I lost her due to the strain of a long-distance relationship.Sidney

Last night’s phone conversation had made it clear Killian was nervous about us, which made me feel awful. He heard the tension in my voice even though I tried to hide it. The last thing he needed right now was to take on my problems. I’d thought about telling him my tension wasn’t about him, but that would mean admitting there was a source of tension. And, right now, that was not something I wanted to admit.