“Nah, babe, that’s my job.”
I pull down his bottom lip with my finger. “That’s your job on the ice, but when you’re in my bedroom, I’m the captain.”
I’m still unsure about meeting his family so soon. We’ve only been together long enough for his regular season to end and the Stanley Cup playoffs to be in full swing. The NHL season hasn’t even ended yet, and we are already far more serious than I had ever imagined. I just hope Tyler is not replacing hockey with me and that I’ll be gone in the fall.
What had started as an experiment led to lust filled sessions of pure pleasure between us. But as time passes, I have no doubt that Tyler and I are right together, and taking the plunge into this uncharted territory is necessary if I want to understand him more, learn everything there is to know about the man I am crushing hard on.
“You can be whatever you want in the bedroom,” Tyler says against my lips.
He covers my mouth, kissing away any reservations I may have about the seriousness of the situation, forcing me to forget long enough to allow myself to get wrapped up in his rock hard abs and massive cock as he shoves my legs open and pushes inside me.
Every Thursday for the last ten years, I have had lunch with Sydney. Whether it was in the cafeteria at our high school or college or the nearest Dunkin’ Donuts, we never missed a date—not until I met Tyler. The longest amount of time Sydney and I have ever spent apart is two weeks, which is how long it has been since we have seen each other in person.
I still can’t believe how fast my relationship with Tyler has progressed in such a short period of time. We fit together, made for each other, and when Tyler lets his guard down with me, opens up about his past, I see a different side of him that I adore.
Sydney walks into Broad Street Beans, looking radiant and beautiful, as always. She exudes confidence in every step, her head held high, and her chest pushed out and on display for everyone to see. Her presence commands attention, and she gets plenty of it from the men who are scattered throughout the café, stopping to take notice. Brushing her long, black hair over her shoulder, her face lights up as she spots me in the back of the store at our usual table next to the window.
She raises her hand in the air, the pageant queen wave she gives me when she’s excited, and I give her one back, my smile matching hers. Her heels click along the tile floor as she crosses the room, shuffling past the crowd of coeds with such poise and grace that even I am impressed by the effect she has one everyone in the store.
When we were in high school, I always felt as though I was Sydney’s shadow. I was a lot taller than the girls in our grade until I grew into my body, awkward not even the word to describe me, and to top it all off, I had to wear braces until our junior year. Meanwhile, I had become best friends with the beauty of our high school.
“There’s my favorite bitch,” Sydney says, laughing to herself and getting a kick out of watching me squirm as people stare at me.
I hate unwanted attention after all the years of the opposite sex gawking at Sydney. It’s as if our entire life is always on display, and even more so after she had become a romance author.
My boyfriend the professional athlete and my best friend the famous smut writer, but where do I fit into the equation?
Sometimes, I wonder these things while I’m lying in bed at night except now Tyler is next to me. He monopolizes most of my free time now that his season is over. We spend so much time together that some days I wish he had somewhere to be because he’s a huge distraction when I am home and trying to write.
Sydney hooks the strap of her purse over the back of her chair and sits across from me, crossing her legs in a short skirt that reveals far too much skin.
“I was starting to wonder if Tyler was keeping you locked up in his dungeon. I thought about sending out an S.O.S. to our puck bunnies.”
I roll my eyes and snicker. “You could have stopped by my apartment if you were that worried. I was home most of the times you had called.”
“Yeah, but your man candy was there with you, and it’s been a long time since you’ve gotten some ass. I figured I’d be cunt blocking if I made a house call.”
“Sorry I haven’t been around much. I know I’ve been kinda sketchy and left you to deal with most of the blog stuff, but like you said, I needed to get some ass and Tyler has kept me more than busy.”
I smile at the thought of all the naughty things I did with Tyler. This morning I woke up with his face between my legs, and it was hands-down the best wake up call I have ever had. Who needs an alarm clock when you have Tyler Kane licking your clit until you open your eyes and scream his goddamn name?
“That’s all the monster cock you’ve been getting.” She leans on the table, her smile reaching up to her eyes. “Didn’t I tell you that you’d be hooked once you got it?”
“For years, I have had to live vicariously through you, so yeah, it’s nice to see what all the fuss is about.”
“You like big dicks, and you cannot lie.” Somehow—and I have no idea how—she says that with a straight face.
I laugh, not above giggling like a child.
“It’s okay, babe. Once you get the monster cock, you will never want to go back. It’s like the Holy Grail of all cocks. Every one after him will seem small in comparison. You’re forever ruined.”
“It’s not just about the sex, you know.”
r /> She leans back in her chair, folding her arms over her chest and smirks. “Right. You mean to tell me Tyler Kane is Mr. Deep and Meaningful? I doubt that.”
“You don’t know him.” I feel so defensive of Tyler after knowing him on a more intimate level than sex. “He’s not what I had expected.”
“What about the day I found you crying in your car in front of my apartment? How do you explain that? That was less than two months ago. You were so hurt by him that you shocked the shit out of me when you decided to give him another chance.”