PUCK (A BAD BOY HOCKEY ROMANCE) (23 page)

“Oh, good for you. Well done, he’s super-hot,” she replies, wiping the bar down.

“Thanks. I think so too,” I say and leave it at that. We’re friendly, but not close enough to get into too much more. I also saw the way she was looking at Jayson. It makes me feel more protective than usual. I wonder if that’s something I’ll ever get used to—being with a man who women are always ogling.

It isn’t long before the dinner crowd starts shuffling in. I’m back in my work groove but I can’t shake Jayson from my thoughts. I don’t want to wait anymore. I want to take our developing relationship to the next level. I liked calling him my boyfriend and I feel pretty sure now that he would love to have me as his girlfriend. It was his suggestion to slow things down, but he did it for me. It may only be a couple of days since we had our talk, but I know what I want now. I believe in him and feel secure in his feelings for me.

The night drags on, even though the restaurant is busy and I’m thankful I only have a couple of tables left before I can start closing out for the night. I begin cleaning my section and doing whatever I can to speed things up so when they’re done I won’t have much left to do. Both tables order dessert and coffee and I’m sure my tips will reflect my lack of patience.

I just want to go home and call Jayson. I miss him, even though he was only here a few hours ago. Plus I want to tell him how I feel and see what his reaction is. I sense that he won’t want to let things move so quickly for fear that I will have second thoughts. I have to make him believe that I won’t.

After what feels like an eternity, my tables are finished and their bills are paid. I clear them off and reset once again and I’m ready to go home. I say a quick goodnight to everyone and disappear out the doors.

I walk quickly to my building, wave to the doorman, and impatiently press the elevator call button several times.

I sit down and pick up my phone to call Jayson and put it back down at once. I can’t call him. I need to talk to him face to face. I need him to know that I’m absolutely certain with how I feel. I take a few gulps of my water, pick my purse and phone back up, and leave.

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I
walk
the short distance to the busy avenue my street crosses with and hail a cab. I arrive at Jayson’s building just over ten minutes later. I pay the driver, take a deep breath, and get out.

I stand outside for a couple of minutes to collect my thoughts and try to figure out exactly what I’m going to say. I know the general idea of what I want to tell him but haven’t really planned anything specific. I wish he didn’t have a doorman so I could just surprise him at his door, but I guess coming here at this time of night will be enough of an ambush.

I walk inside and give the doorman my name and Jayson’s apartment number. He calls to let him know I’m here and get the okay to let me up. He hangs up the intercom then gives me a smile and bids me goodnight.

The elevator is already waiting on the lobby level so I get in. On the ride up, my anxiety kicks in. I hope this isn’t the dumbest idea ever. I also hope Jayson doesn’t mind me stopping by unannounced, but I have the feeling he won’t. I’m still not sure how I’m going to start the conversation, but I feel confident something good will come to mind when I see him.

I arrive at the eighteenth floor and the doors open. I walk toward Jayson’s door and just as I’m about to knock, it opens.

Jayson is standing in the doorway and my jaw drops at the sight of him. He looks like he just stepped out of the shower and is wearing nothing but a pair of gym shorts. I’ve seen him without clothes before, but that was different. We were already in the heat of the moment, so I didn’t get to give his body the full attention it deserves.

His chest is solid and covered in muscles that lead down to toned abs. His waist is lean and outlined by the Adonis lines that lead down to his manhood. I continue to work my eyes down, but he interrupts.

“Did you come by for a reason, or are you just going to stare at me all night? Either way is fine with me.”

I look up and my cheeks flush. I grin nervously. Maybe seeing him in person was not the best idea.

“Sorry. I just wanted to talk to you. I hope it’s okay that I came over unannounced. I just didn’t want to talk on the phone.”

“Would you like to come in?” Jayson asks, opening the door wider.

“Sure. Yes.” I’m completely rattled. He looks delicious and I think I’m going to have a harder time than I thought coming up with what to say. I step inside and Jayson closes the door behind him.

“Is everything okay, Ashley?” he asks me. I think it’s a combination of me surprising him like this and my lack of speech that are making him nervous now.

“Yes.” I answer. “I just… I wanted to tell you how I feel and thought it would be better to say in person.”

“This doesn’t sound good.”

“No! It’s nothing bad. I just…” I break off. I wish he had some more clothing on. I really can’t think straight with him looking like that.

I look up at him and lose all control. I may have come here to talk, but suddenly I have nothing to say.

I lunge forward and wrap my arms around his neck. I tilt my head up as he looks down, and before he can say anything, I plant my lips onto his. I kiss him passionately, parting his lips softly with my tongue.

Jayson puts his hands on my waist and pulls me closer into him. He slowly moves them up my torso and over my breasts, then settles them on my cheeks. He pulls me closer, kissing me deeper. I unwrap my hands from around his neck and place them on his shoulders, gliding them down his thick upper arms and over his muscular chest, feeling every part of his body I can. I slide my hands further down until they are resting on the edge of his shorts. I begin to ease them down over his hips, but Jayson breaks our embrace and backs up.

“Hey. We can’t, Ashley. I’m sorry,” he breathes. “Trust me, I want to…” He looks down at his erection. “…but we shouldn’t.”

“We should,” I insist. “That’s what I came here to tell you.”

Jayson laughs. “That you want to have sex with me? I already know that.”

“No,” I sigh. “That I like you. A lot. That I want a relationship. That I don’t need to take it slow—I know for sure now.”

“It hasn’t been long, Ashley. I would never do anything to hurt you, but I need you to be positive you can trust me. I don’t want you to rush. I don’t want to ruin what we have going for us.” Damn him for being able to think right now.

“I’m not rushing,” I reply. I really want to scream “just fuck me already!” but I don’t think that will get the point across the right way. “I have thought of nothing else for days. I believe your feelings for me are true. I trust you. I care for you, and every minute we’ve spent together has been amazing. What else is there to wait for?”

“Only if you’re sure, Ashley. You know I don’t want to stop this right now, but I don’t want to lose you over it, either,” Jayson admits.

I look up into Jayson’s eyes. “You won’t. I promise.”

“You’re sure?”

“I am,” I say almost in a whisper. I feel as if I’m promising so much more to him at this moment.

“So you’re mine now, right?” he asks with a sly smile.

I nod at him. “Yes.”

Jayson grabs hold of my hair and pulls down, exposing the nape of my neck. I gasp as he kisses and sucks on my flesh, working his way up.

“Tell me you’re mine, Ashley. I need to hear you say it,” Jayson whispers into my ear.

“I’m yours, Jayson,” I reply in a small voice.

Still grasping my ponytail, Jayson begins to kiss my neck again, more aggressively now. He’s pulling my body by my hair, forcing me to take small steps backwards as he continues to suck on my neck and under my chin. By the time he reaches my lips I am backed up to the row of his floor-to-ceiling windows. Jayson quickly turns me around so I’m facing out, overlooking the city as he kisses the back of my neck.

I feel Jayson grasp the hem of my t-shirt and he crouches down. He starts lifting my shirt up and kissing and sucking his way up my back as he does. His hands glide slowly over my arms as he pulls my shirt up over my head, and then over my hands and drops it to the floor. Jayson uses one hand to unhook my bra and instead of taking it off, pulls that too up my arms, caressing me as he slides it up. He keeps my bra around my wrists and twists it tight enough to keep my hands together, pressed against the window, holding them up with one of his strong hands. He wraps his free arm around me, pressing his body up against mine. I feel how big and hard he is through his shorts as he begins to kiss my neck again.

Jayson cups my breast with his free hand and whispers in my ear, “I’ve imagined fucking you so many different ways. I can’t decide what to do first.” He tweaks my nipple between his fingers and pulls it firmly. I moan and he spins me back around to face him, still gripping my hands that are entwined over my head. Jayson looks at me with a mischievous smile. He kisses me hard on the lips and grabs my breast in his hand. He is pushing his body into mine as we continue to kiss, our tongues deep and warm in the other’s mouths.

His cock is so hard pressing into my hip, his hand aggressively massaging my breast. My nipples are pert and erect so that Jayson is using them to pull me closer into him, making my knees weak. I want to grab him. I want to touch him everywhere, but I can’t. He has my hands tied above my head and is still holding them there.

Jayson pulls his lips off of mine and begins kissing under my chin, then my neck again. He bends slightly and starts working his way down, gently sucking and biting. He takes one of my nipples in his mouth, sucking it in and running the tip of his tongue over it. He does the same to the other and starts kissing and nibbling my breasts, making his way to the middle of my chest before sucking his way down the center of my belly. He lets my hands drop, grips the elastic waist of my pants, and skillfully pulls them down around my ankles. I lightly step each leg out and rest my bound hands over his shoulders. He gets onto his knees and looks up into my eyes.

Jayson kisses the front of my panties then extends his tongue out, pressing it hard enough that I can feel its heat and dampness through the silk of my underwear on my skin. His tongue finds the slit in my lips and slides slowly back and forth, parting them as much as they can through the fabric as he does. Jayson more forcibly sticks his tongue into me so it’s almost inside, but still not touching my bare skin.

I pull his face closer to me as best I can with my hands in their position. He looks up at me again, holding my gaze, and slowly drags his tongue up above my panties and over my belly and continues. When he reaches my chest, he takes my hands in his again and slowly lifts them up over my head as he continues to lick his way up. His tongue creeps back under my neck, over my chin, my lips, and into my mouth again.

I feel Jayson use his one hand to quickly pull his shorts off. They are loose and fall to the floor. He drives his hips into mine, pressing the head of his cock into the wet spot on my panties. I moan into his mouth and pulls his hips back just enough to release the pressure of his manhood. I push my hips forward, looking for more. Not being able to touch him is torture.

He presses into me again, and again, repeating the motion. I feel the length of his shaft sliding back and forth between my lips over my panties that are now wet from a mixture of the moisture from his mouth and my own pleasure.

Jayson stops kissing me and in one slick movement, turns me back around to face the window. My hands are still above my head and he is now behind me. I feel his naked body against my backside.

Jayson leans on me with just enough pressure to pin my arms up against the window without holding them there. He reaches around and takes my breasts into his hands, massaging them as he positions the shaft of his hard cock between the top of my legs and pulls my body back into his.

He begins to thrust his hips back and forth again, teasing me some more. I feel the length of Jayson’s long, hard cock moving between my thighs. Each time I feel it pulsing against my pussy, I push back into him, trying to force him inside me even though my panties are in the way.

Jayson takes one hand from my breast and moves it down my belly, sliding it over my underwear. I tilt my head to one side as his warm lips start kissing my neck again. He finds my clit with one of his fingers and begins to massage it as he continues to slowly move himself forward and back between my thighs that are now tightening around him.

He starts moving his hand faster, pressing harder into my clit as he shifts his finger back and forth over it. Every part of my body he is touching is completely aroused. One hand is massaging my breasts, one is on my pussy, and his shaft is between my legs. I start to quiver and a low moan escapes my throat as he sucks harder on my neck. My fingers clench against the window.

“Do you like that, Ashley?” Jayson says softly in my ear.

“Yes,” I answer breathlessly. He moves his hand under the elastic of my panties. I am so wet already that he easily slips one finger into my moist slit and I moan, louder now.

“You’re so fucking hot, Ashley. I could touch you like this all night,” he says, sliding a second finger inside me and pulling my body closer into him at the same time.

“No,” I reply. Jayson slows the pace of his hands down but continues to rub my breasts and finger me under my panties.

“No? You want me to stop?” he asks, although he’s not stopping.

“I feel so good. I want to touch you, too. I can’t,” I answer in short breaths, opening my hands against the window, reminding him they are bound there.

Jayson laughs softly in my ear. “Oh, no. I want to pleasure you tonight. Just enjoy.” Then he quickens his pace, pumping into me again. I moan in response. I have nothing left to do but give in.

Jayson uses one finger to play with my clit and teases me with the others. He has just the tips of two of his other fingers inside me, caressing one spot. He is making me weak in the knees. Sensing my pleasure, he speeds up the pace of his motions. I push my hands forcefully into the window, forcing my body back into him, because it’s all I can do.