She looks up, her eyes vulnerable.
“Let’s make some new memories. Replace the old with the new,” I clarify. “In fact…” I waste no time planting my hands on her slender hips and backing her toward the kitchen counter. Before she can blink, I lift her up onto one of the tall stools.
“What are you…doing?” she squawks when I sink to my knees.
I grin up at her, happy again because I’ve got this. I really do. “You said you look at this counter and picture your ex reading the morning paper, right? Well, after I’m done with you, all you’re gonna remember is this.”
I get her yoga pants and bikini panties off so fast that Hailey sputters with laughter. Then the humor dies and her eyes take on a panicky glint as she realizes she’s half-naked. She tries to close her legs, but I make a tsking sound and stop her by placing my hands on her thighs.
“Nuh-uh, baby girl. Open up.”
“Matt…” There’s a slight warning there. “This is…”
“Hot?” I supply. My voice grows smoky as I stare at the perfect pussy that’s inches from my mouth. “You’re right. It is.”
Then, before she can say another word, I close the distance between mouth and paradise and take a long, languid lick that makes both of us moan.
“Love how you taste,” I whisper against her slick core.
“Mmmmmrghh,” is her response.
I peek up to see that her eyelids have fluttered closed and her lips are parted in anticipation. Fuck yeah. There’s nothing sexier than a blissed-out woman.
My tongue comes out for another happy lick. Hailey gives an answering shiver. I don’t even notice the hard tile beneath my knees—knees that are sore as fuck from tonight’s game. I’m too busy concentrating on pleasuring Hottie. I plant the softest of kisses on her clit and enjoy the way she gasps, the way she tries to tangle her fingers in my hair to trap me in place.
“Matt,” she begs when I deny her what she wants by licking a path away from her clit toward her inner thigh.
“Simmer down,” I murmur. “We’re making memories here.”
A choked laugh heats the air. “You’re making me crazy, that’s what you’re doing.”
That’s what I like to hear. And so I keep going, making her crazier and crazier with my barely there licks, the hint of suction where she wants it before darting away to taste another delectable part of her. By the time I slide one finger into her tight sheath, I’m sweating with desire and my erection is damn near painful. But the slow, seductive exploration is worth it, because when Hailey comes, the orgasm lasts for fucking ever.
Her moans fill the kitchen. Her hips rock as she comes hard against my tongue, as her inner muscles squeeze the hell out of the finger I’m lazily thrusting inside her. When she finally crashes from the high, she pries her eyelids open and makes a soft, contented noise.
“You’re…good at that.”
“I know.” Smirking, I rise to my feet and reach for my belt buckle. “You want to know what else I’m good at?”
Her blue eyes laser in on the bulge in my pants. “I already know you’re good at that, remember?”
“Oh, I remember. I remember how tight you were,” I rasp. “And how fucking amazing it felt to be inside you. I want to feel that again.”
Anticipation shines in her eyes, but it turns to confusion when I take a step away. “Where are you going?”
I give the room a contemplative look. Eventually my gaze settles on the couch. Her ex liked to read books on that couch, huh? Sucker. I’d way rather fuck the goddamn cushions off that thing.
“Up, baby,” I order, tugging Hailey onto her feet.
Then, like a caveman dragging his woman into their cave, I haul Hailey to the couch with all the finesse of a horny teenager. Before she’s even settled on her back, I have my pants off and my dick covered with a condom. The adrenaline from tonight’s game is still pulsing through my system.
“This is gonna be a fast ride,” I warn her as I strip off my shirt. “So you’d better hang on.”
Heat sizzles in her eyes. “Bring it.”
Oh yeah. This is what I hoped to achieve tonight—coaxing the badass out of this woman. I know she’s a badass. She just needs to remember that.
Within seconds, I’m buried so deep in her that I’m seeing stars. Hailey hooks her legs around me and off we go on the ride I promised, and, holy hell, it’s fantastic. Each deep thrust threatens my control. Actually, what control? I’m horny and anxious and desperate to finish, and thank God I got her off before, because finish is actually what I do. Ten strokes, tops, and then I’m coming with a grunt, in a rapid burst of pleasure that sucks the breath from my lungs.
I sag forward, redistributing my weight to my elbows so my chest isn’t crushing Hailey. “Sorry,” I gasp against her cheek. “Told you it would be fast.”
“Not complaining,” she murmurs, wrapping her arms around my shoulders. Her nails begin drawing little circles in the center of my sweaty back.
“I’ll be ready to go again in…” Even as I withdraw, my dick twitches at the thought of another round, bringing a rueful smile to my lips. “Well, much sooner than you think.”
She laughs, and then we both grow silent for a few moments. When she speaks again, it’s with a note of wonder in her vote.
“New memories.”
“New memories,” I agree, rolling over so that I’m lying on my side with my arm slung across her flat stomach. I add, “I’m sorry I didn’t text much these last few days. Hard to when I’m on the road.”
Hailey shifts her head so we’re eye to eye. “You were working. I get it. So was I.”
I swallow my surprise. I expected some condemnation about the fact that I only texted her twice in three days—once to say hi, and another to say tired, hitting the hay. She sent several messages relating to the games I’d played, but I hadn’t responded to them. Not because I was ignoring her, but because road trips are exhausting. I can barely keep my eyes open to punch in the floor number in the hotel elevator, let alone to have a whole text convo.
“You’re not mad?” I hedge.
“Of course not.” Her brow furrows. “Do you want me to be?”
“Of course not,” I echo. Though I’m still a bit confused. If I’d gone three days without constant contact with Kara, the woman would’ve smacked me. She would’ve argued that it meant I didn’t care about her, that I wasn’t thinking about her.
And truth was, Kara would be right. There were plenty of times I wasn’t thinking about my wife. Before a game, I get so focused on hockey that it’s all my brain is capable of thinking about. Watching game film of the opposing team, prepping myself mentally, working out. The life of a professional athlete is about concentration, hard work, and determination—Kara knew what she was signing up for before she married me.
Besides, it’s not like she even wanted me around half the time. She liked making all the decisions about the kids, the house, the finances.