Kane (Face-Off 2)

I haven’t even told Sydney what I had found out about Tyler and his family. I didn’t think it was my place to spill the beans on his secret life.

“You don’t know him the way I do, Syd.” My words are like venom, toxic and harmful as I shout at my friend in the middle of a crowded coffee shop.

Lowering my voice, I shield the side of my face with my hand to pretend no one is looking at us when in fact, they are staring us down like a hawk eyeing up its prey. “Can you stop acting like my mother and just be my friend? I like Tyler a lot. Things are getting serious with us, and I would like for you to be on board with that.”

She purses her lips, her expression stoic and doll-like. No one does a resting bitch face quite like Sydney. “I am happy for you. I want you to know that. I love you, but things didn’t start off so great with him so you can see why I am a little worried for you. I just want to protect you from getting hurt, and a guy like Tyler will hurt you. You’re not his usual type. I’m just afraid he will get tired of you and kick you to the curb, and then you’ll be on my doorstep, balling your eyes out, and I’ll have to drive to Jersey to kick his ass.”

“Why?” I clench my jaw so hard my teeth hurt. “Why can’t a guy like Tyler be into me? Because I’m not as beautiful or rich as you?”

Shocked by my childish outburst that I instantly regret, I hold out my hand, hoping Sydney will take it and accept my peace offering. “I didn’t mean that. I am so sorry. I have no idea what came over me.”

She places her hand in mine, a disappointed expression on her face. “I know you didn’t mean it, but please don’t say things like that ever again. You’re just as pretty as me and way smarter. You have tons of qualities that a guy would want in a woman. I’m just scared that Tyler is keeping the bench warm with you until his next season starts.”

The idea has run through my head on quite a few occasions, but I try not to dwell on it too long when it surfaces. As much as I keep telling myself that Tyler is different, he has his own set of personal and emotional problems and far more baggage than any man I have dated. It’s not out of the realm of possibility that he could decide tomorrow he doesn’t want me to meet Blake or his family and jump ship. But I try to keep an open mind about Tyler and his unusual set of circumstances because I know that even when he has his moments where he lashes out, that he means well and wants to do right by everyone.

“There’s no way to know if this will work if I don’t see it through. Right? Tyler is not a bad guy. I promise. We should all get together so you two can meet.”

“I’d like that.” She uncrosses her legs and stands. “I need a few more shots of espresso after this conversation. Do you want anything?”

I shake my head. “No. I’m good. I’ll set something up with Tyler so the two of you can meet once and for all.”

“Why don’t you make it a group date? Does he have any hockey hotties he can fix me up with? I would’t mind being a puck bunny for the night.” She says the last part with a wink.

“He has a whole team of them. I’m sure he can rustle up someone that would meet your standards.”

She tilts her head up and to the side as if thinking about her response before she locks onto me with her smoldering gaze. “What about the goalie? My God, he’s hot. What’s his name? The one with the scruffy hair and beard.”

“Carter Donovan?” I’m not at all surprised that she would like Donovan. After all, he’s six foot six, ripped with muscle and covered in tats, and one of the best goaltenders in the league. He’s the kind of guy Sydney would like.

“Yeah, that’s the guy. Get me an intro. He’s hot as puck, and I’d like to check out his stick. I bet that beard feels amazing.”

I hold back my laughter. Sydney is so open and crazy sometimes. “I’ll see what I can do. I can’t make any promises, but once he sees a picture of you, I doubt he will be able to resist the invitation.”

She blows me a kiss. “I’ll be back. Text lover boy.”

“On second thought,” I say as she turns around, about to walk away, “get me a slice of the brownie cheesecake they make here. I haven’t eaten all day, and I’m starving.”

She peeks over her shoulder and smiles at me. “You got it, babe.” Then, she disappears into the throng, leaving me with a new chore to add to my list.

Chapter Fourteen

TYLER

When I wake up on Sunday, my dick is hard and poking Kennedy in the ass, as she snuggles up against my chest. She makes the cutest sounds as she sleeps, and with each purr that comes from her lips, I get even harder. Already naked, after passing out at four in the morning from our three-hour sex marathon, I reach around and grab her breast in my hand, the tip of my dick now shoved between her ass cheeks.

As I pinch her nipple, the tiny bud hardens, and goose bumps spread down her arms. Responsive to my touch, she leans her head back with her eyes and mouth open wide.

“Tyler,” she moans against my neck, the heat from her breath going straight to my balls. “Mmm…”

“Morning, beautiful,” I whisper into her ear.

She takes my hand, moving slowly as she makes her way down to her stomach and between her legs. I slip my finger inside her, wet as always, drawing it back for a second to shove another one inside her slickness. I quicken my pace and roll my thumb over her clit, and she tightens her grip on my fingers.

“Fuck, baby.” She bites down her bottom lip and closes her eyes, trembling, as an orgasm possesses her body, her moans so loud the last one hurts my ears. At first she doesn’t speak, still panting and trying to catch her breath. “I want you inside me,” she mumbles, her words almost incoherent.

I remove my fingers, leaning back just enough so I can grab her hip and position myself from behind, before filling her all at once. She groans in pleasure, my name on the tip of her tongue. With Kennedy on birth control, we haven’t used a condom in days, and she feels so damn good that I’m glad she trusts me. I haven’t felt comfortable enough to have this level of intimacy with a woman since Payton. What I am doing with Kennedy is more than fucking. After she comes, I pull out of her and roll onto my back, telling her to get on top. She sits up and gets on her knees, throwing her leg onto the other side of my body as she straddles me.

I lift her up by her hips, just enough so I can position her above my cock, and then thrust into her. She pushes her palms down on my chest, her nails digging into my skin as she rides me hard. Circling her clit with my thumb, I grab her tit in my other hand and pinch her nipple. It doesn’t take long before her insides tighten, holding me in a vise grip and making it so much harder not to come this second. She’s so close, but I want her to watch her facial expressions when she has another orgasm, feel her juices coat my skin.