She shifted lower, and I sifted my fingers through her silky hair, closing my eyes, giving myself over to the feel of her soft hands and hot little mouth exploring down over my quivering abs. I groaned as she rubbed her face over my groin. I spread my legs and bent my knees. When she circled her fingers around my dick and kissed the tip, my hips jerked. Nudging my thighs even farther apart, she pushed my knees back and lifted my shaft out of the way so she could lick my balls. “Jesus Christ!” I gasped. “Oh yeah, baby, that’s good.”
Heat washed down through my body, under my skin, pooling at my groin.
Her hands slid up to my chest and rubbed over my nipples and more heat flooded my body as she licked all over my shaft.
“Mmm.” She made dainty sounds of enjoyment as she sucked gently on me, taking one testicle into her mouth, releasing it with a pop, then the other. Sensation sizzled over my skin, every nerve ending on fire, tingles running up my spine to the top of my head, which felt about to explode. She licked lower, nipped at my ass cheek, making me jump.
“Whoa, baby,” I groaned. “You’re really into being in charge.”
“Yes, I am.”
Taking me deep into her mouth again, her fingers played with my balls, and her fingernails scraped over my inner thighs. My body was a mass of twitching, jumping nerves, heat cascading over me. Her tongue swirled magic around me, her fingers driving me crazy, my hips lifting to her mouth. And then she took me in and sucked, and every sensation coalesced at the place her mouth touched, hot and wet and insanely beautiful.
“Jordyn,” I moaned, my hands in her hair. “God, Jordyn. I love you so much.”
Her mouth slid wetly up and down, the friction so exquisite, and pressure built inside me.
“Stop,” I begged hoarsely. “I’m gonna come any minute. I want to be inside you.”
“But I like it when you come in my mouth.” She looked up at me, her eyes huge, her lips shiny.
“Oh yeah, I do too, baby—do I ever—but right now, I want to make you come too. I want to see your face.”
She moved back up over me, slowly, knees on the mattress, hands on my chest.
“God you’re gorgeous.” I reached for her breast with my good hand, her softness filling my palm, her nipple a hard point against my skin. I loved the lush fullness, the sensitive peak. Watching her center herself over me, I gently squeezed her nipple between thumb and forefinger.
Her eyes went heavy-lidded, the bliss on her beautiful face so gratifying as she lowered herself onto me. Hot. Wet. Tight. Christ.
She lowered herself even farther, her pussy clasping me until she was all the way down, and I looked to where our bodies were joined, my darker hair a contrast to her neat patch of golden curls. Her thighs bracketed my hips, her breasts flushed pink, her teeth sunk into her bottom lip.
“Jordyn. Open your eyes.”
Her long eyelashes fluttered. She smiled and straightened, raising her arms to lift her hair off the back of her neck. My lungs seized at seeing her like that, a goddess above me, her breasts lifting, her stomach muscles tightening, her pussy rippling around me. My gaze moved to her face, her mouth full and soft, her eyes big and dark in the lamplight, shining with love and devotion, respect and gratitude. It humbled me, yet made me feel powerful, and those same emotions rose in me. She loved me, even though I’d been so stupid and messed things up so bad, even though I’d told her my deepest fears, my worries about not playing well even if my wrist was fixed. She trusted me enough to be vulnerable herself. She made me feel like I could do anything.
She moved on me, one blistering sensation after another building inside me. Pleasure expanded through my chest, swelling hot and soft.
I reached for her hip and then she bent forward again to find my mouth with hers and we kissed, long, slow, luscious kisses as she moved herself up and down on me in a slow rhythm, breasts rubbing against my chest in a teasing erotic caress. Her tongue rubbed against mine, licked over my bottom lip. I gave it up, gave up everything I had to her, lost in mindless sensation as we rocked together, her hands moving over my body, my chest, my shoulders, mindful of my casted arm. She stroked the sides of my neck, bit me softly there, then glided her tongue over my skin. Sparks floated through my veins. I found her ass with my hand, pulling her harder against me.
I lifted my hips into her heat, holding on to her with one hand as her body went tight. She pressed her face into the side of my neck and her pussy rippled around me, her soft cries delighting me. That hot coiling twist inside me rose up and peaked, and I poured myself into her in long, shuddering pulses.
She lay atop me for long moments, our hearts thudding in tandem, bodies pulsing. “I love you,” she whispered.
“I love you too, Jordyn.”
Epilogue
Chase
CHICAGO
SEPTEMBER
“See? Your fans haven’t forgotten you.”
Jordyn’s smile was summer sunshine and warmth. “I guess not. And…” She touched her champagne glass to mine. “Neither have yours.”
We sipped the bubbly wine, watching each other.
Yeah, we were celebrating. We were celebrating a whole bunch of things.
Jordyn’s album had dropped, and we’d just found out it had gone straight to number one on Billboard. Critics were praising the new sound. I picked up my phone and read a review I’d just found. “?‘Ms. Banks’s songs are full of torchy longing and lush afterglow. She sings about a woman’s needs and choices, the power of temptation and the pleasure in giving in, delivered with her agile soprano without apology or shame. Her music draws R&B, dance grooves, reggae, and rock into its pop with skill and maturity beyond her years.’?” I lowered my phone to meet her glowing eyes. “You’re going to get nominated for a whole bunch of awards again.”
She grinned.
My favorite song? “Chasing Dreams,” which she’d told me was about…me.
And training camp had started last week. I was feeling good. The relief of passing the pre-season physical and being on the ice and feeling strong and confident again was beyond words. No problems with my wrist whatsoever. I’d worked hard at rehab, and I’d worked hard at staying in shape over the summer.
Jordyn kept me from overdoing it though, and I did the same for her. We both felt we had a lot to prove—she had to prove she could still sing and create music. I had to prove I could still be an elite hockey player. But having each other’s backs made it so much easier. Knowing I had someone behind me who’d support me and love me no matter what—even if I screwed up, even if, God forbid, I couldn’t play hockey—took so much pressure off me. It meant everything to me. And Jordyn felt the same.
It hadn’t happened overnight. I had years of baggage to work through.
Jordyn and I had gone home to Sudbury (which Jordyn dubbed “the land of rocks and trees”) in the summer to visit my parents. With her support I thought I could forgive them and let go of some of the resentment and pain I still felt over how they’d acted. And maybe I was just less thin-skinned about it, but it seemed like they didn’t criticize me as much as I’d feared. They’d accepted my injury and the surgery I’d had, and Mom had even been sympathetic about it.
Now, every time I started beating myself up for falling short in some way, Jordyn was there to reassure me. Her forgiveness of me was an example of grace that I tried to follow by forgiving myself for not being perfect.
When she started getting too involved in others’ problems, which had happened when Brick and the girl he was dating started having issues, I’d reminded her how it affected people, and if she valued their respect and their relationship she needed to pull back. Sometimes these weren’t exactly easy conversations, but in the end, we trusted each other.
She’d been in Chicago for most of the last six months, recording her album in a studio here. She’d had to go back to L.A. a few times and I’d been able to go with her; I knew that wouldn’t always be the case and there were times we’d be apart. Which was why I’d asked her if she wanted me to talk to Steve about a possible trade to Los Angeles.