With a sigh, she pushes up off the bed and admits as she walks to the dresser to pick up her purse, "I know. It was just a thought, but apparently stupid."
"Not stupid," I say, again feeling the need to soothe her bruised feelings. I walk up to her, placing my hands on her shoulders. "But you know my limitations. I've given you more than I've ever given another woman, but I've given you my all."
"It's fine," she says as she turns into me, wrapping her arms around my waist. It's a comforting and intimate move, designed to make me feel better about the situation. I can't fucking help myself, but I return her embrace, to give her at least something in return.
"Am I still shiny?" she asks again as she presses her cheek to my chest.
"The shiniest," I tell her. "That won't change."
She doesn't respond, but I swear I can feel her smile through her embrace as she squeezes me. I accept it, note how it feels good and that I shouldn't be afraid of it.
But I am.
It's foreign to me and I'm distrustful of it.
Distrustful of my own feelings, which is why they need to be kept on lockdown.
"So however will we make time to get our jollies with each other?" Simone asks as she tilts her head back to look up at me. I note an easygoing smile on her face and the heavy moment is gone.
"We'll have to choose carefully when Lucas isn't home," I tell her, reiterating the rule about no fucking in the house again while Lucas is there. "There's always a hotel room."
"You could come by Lulu's and we can sneak off into one of their unisex bathrooms," she says with a tart grin.
My eyebrows rise as this has potential merit. "Please tell me you're not fucking kidding me."
"I'm not fucking kidding you," she says with a laugh. "It will be adventurous. Or, I could meet you on my break and give you a blow job in your SUV."
"Christ, you're going to kill me, Simone," I grumble as I squeeze her again before I let her go.
"Only if it's death by orgasm," she quips, and the way we went at it tonight, I'm not going to be surprised if that ends up being the case between us.
Chapter 14
Simone
This started good and turned amazing.
Since our tryst at the hotel a week ago, Van and I have only been able to hook up twice. It's been tough, but in fairness, he's had two home games, and now he's currently in New Jersey, where he and the Cold Fury will battle the Wildcats in game four of the conference finals tomorrow night. They're a tough opponent, and while the Cold Fury took the first two home games, New Jersey got the next win.
The first time we were together, he took me at face value and came to Lulu's. We broke in the unisex bathroom with some fast and furious sex--me bent over the sink--that left me on wobbly legs the rest of my shift.
The second time was when Lucas left to go work out. I was in the kitchen making some toast, and Van was on the couch watching the morning news. Lucas invited him to go, and I have to say, he was very suave when he told Lucas, "Appreciate it, but I've actually got plans today."
Since Van has been more engaging with my brother, this didn't cause Lucas's eyebrows to rise at all. He merely said, "That's cool," and then came into the kitchen to blend a protein drink.
I shot a glance at Van, who had a slight smirk on his face as he stared at the TV. When Lucas left, he was on me, and let me just say...he was a little bossy and rough, and I loved every minute of it. He put me on my knees, and when I say put me, I mean it was with his hand fisting my hair to push me down. He gave me no opportunity to disagree--not that I wanted to--and then my mouth was full of his cock.
Van only used my mouth for a few minutes, and then he had me on the couch.
There was a brief recovery period, then he had me on his bed.
The only other sexual interaction we had was a dirty text exchange the first night he was in New Jersey. He asked me if I had any fantasies, and I really didn't, because Van is a walking, breathing fantasy in his own right--so I made a quick one up that got me hot and bothered.
I'd like you to buy a remote-controlled vibrator for me. I'd wear it to the game, sit in the front row so you could see me, and give you the remote. While you're on the bench, you'd torture me with it.
His response was simple and told me he liked that fantasy a lot, even if it would never come true.
A picture of him stroking his beautiful cock.
It couldn't come true, of course, because while Van was playing hockey, he was playing hockey. There's no way he'd be thinking about me and a vibrator while he was in the middle of a game, and frankly, that's the way it should be. Growing up in a hockey household, I understand the importance of focusing on the game.
So, yes, the week was good in regard to Van and me. The sex was beyond any fantasy I could conjure up, but overall still rated only good because our time together was hampered.
While the week began well, it turned amazing last night when Lucas called me to tell me he and Stephanie were back together. I have never heard him sound happier in my life, and that meant I was supremely happy.
It apparently took Stephanie getting hit by a car yesterday to wake Lucas the fuck up. He found out minutes after landing in New Jersey for game three. He walked off the team plane and got right back on the next commercial one headed back to Raleigh.
Thankfully, Stephanie is okay. She took a bump to the head and fractured her wrist, but Lucas assured me she was fine. More important, their baby was fine. He spent the night with her and is headed back to New Jersey this morning. I'm on Stephanie-sitting duty for rest of the day until I have to go to work. Then Jules is going to stay the night with her. According to Lucas, she was not happy about this because she's all stubborn and independent, but he apparently laid the down law and surprisingly, she chose to behave.
I knock on the door to Stephanie's apartment, and within moments it's being swung open by Lucas. His face is already bearing a grin as wide as the Grand Canyon, and I can't help but give him all my teeth in return.
Then I'm jumping into a huge bear hug so I can whisper in his ear, "I'm so happy for you, Lucas. So fucking happy."
He squeezes me so hard I gasp for air, and then he's releasing me. He nods toward the small living room and I see Stephanie curled up on a chair smiling at me.
"Hey, you," I say as I walk over toward her. I note the slight bump and welt on her forehead, which has turned purple, and the short cast on her left wrist. It doesn't look that bad actually, as her fingers aren't even swollen, and I let out a sigh of relief now that I've seen her with my own eyes.
Then my eyes stay pinned on her fingers.
The fourth one to be exact, and my jaw drops open as I take in the huge sparkler there.
I turn to Lucas, still speechless. Back to Stephanie, still not able to talk. She grins back at me and holds her casted arm out so I can take a closer look.
Stepping forward, I carefully let her fingers rest on my hand and I bend over the diamond engagement ring. Sliding my gaze up to hers, I blink away my tears and whisper, "You two got engaged."
"We got engaged," Stephanie confirms with a choked voice.
"Oh wow," I say as I turn back to smile at Lucas. I nod to the ring. "You did good, brother."
"Nah," he says with a wave of his hand. "Stephanie makes that ring look good."
Oh shit. I think I might swoon. I briefly think of Van, and I'd probably pass out if he ever said something like that about me. I might like some raunchy sex, and I'm pretty free spirited when it comes to that stuff, but deep down...I'm a fucking romantic at heart. I know that's not possible with Van, so it's nice to get my fill of it from watching my brothers and their women.
"Okay, I have to get going to the airport," Lucas says, and Stephanie stands up from her chair. I turn my back on them and walk into the kitchen, giving them privacy. When I sneak a glance at them, they're just wrapped up in each other's arms, silently holding each other.
Fucking swoon.
Finally, Lucas gives h
er a soft kiss with his palms holding her head. When he pulls back, he says, "You rest, okay?"
She nods. "Okay."
"I'm serious," he says sternly.
"And you've got my guard dogs assigned," she retorts with a glare, and that makes me snicker. Lucas just grins at her and kisses her hard this time.
I putter around the kitchen looking through the fridge and cupboards for something to make Stephanie for lunch later. It seems to take forever for Lucas to get out the door. They keep hugging and kissing, and it turns from swoony to just plain ridiculous.
Finally he's gone and Stephanie closes the door to lean back against it. She has a smile on her face that I've never seen on another woman, and it feels like an invisible hand has reached inside my chest and is squeezing my heart.
She is totally fucking gone for my brother.
Just gone.
When she finally seems to come back into focus, she turns her face my way and grins. "Your brother is amazing."
"He's all right," I say with a laugh. "Now...are you hungry? Want some tea? Your wish is my command."
Stephanie pushes away from the door and snags her purse sitting on a small table there. With mischief in her eyes, she says, "I want to go out to breakfast."
"No way," I say with a firm shake of my head. "Lucas said you were to rest."
Her eyes practically twinkle with evilness. "Lucas isn't my boss. Neither are you. Now let's go."
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