Scoring Lacey (15 page)

“Nothing,” she whispered, her voice thick with tears as she covered her eyes with her hand. “Nothing. Ask me what I did.”

He searched her face though she hid much of it from him. Another tear though slid down her cheek and dripped off her jaw. It landed on the cream leather as loud as any gunshot. “What did you do, baby?”

“I ruined everything.” She shook her head. “Like I do. Todd’s mad at you. He hit you. He’s mad at me. If you go, this ends and he won’t be mad at you. It will be okay.”

Shayne tried to make sense of her logic. He reached out, his hand slipping under the sleeve of her jersey to stroke her wrist. “You ruined nothing. Todd will get over it.”

“No,” she said and pulled away from him. “If you go, this ends and then you can go back to how it should be with him. He’s your family.”

He tapped his thumb on the seat. “Do you want me to go?”

“Yes!” She shouted and glared at him, tears falling from her face. “Because this is hurting you.
I
am hurting you.”

He nodded as he climbed into the backseat and closed the door. Shayne caught her arm and pulled her until she had no choice but to move or be moved. “Do you want me to go? Right now?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

He ducked his head to meet her gaze, which she avoided, studying his shirt. “Do you want me to go?”

“Yes,” she mouthed.

“Lacey.” He waited until those sad, tear dripping brown eyes looked at him. “Do you. Want me. To go.” She nodded slowly and he shook his. He wanted a verbal answer. “Do you...”

Her tongue darted out to catch a tear. She sniffed. “No.”

He cupped her cheeks with his hands, thumbing away the tears. “Then stop putting me on a plane.”

“But Todd--”

“No.” He shook his head. “You and I are the only ones in this.”

“But you leave--”

He didn’t really want to think about that. Denial. Everyone had some. “So we got a week to figure shit out. Give me the week, Lacey. I have sixty-four--”

“Six.” She gave another watery sniff. “Sixty-six.”

He grinned. “I have sixty-six luscious inches left to explore. That’s a lot of Lacey. A week may just do it.” Fuck. He should go now. A week from now he was going to be a bigger mess. Fuck him, what about her?

What the hell were they doing to each other?

Todd had been right. He should be on a plane.

But if he only had a week left with her, he wanted that week. He
needed
that week. God help him. Jerry was right.

He was a selfish asshole.

Shayne followed her home. They had sat in her car for however long with neither of them speaking. She was tired of crying. Crying over Carmen, crying over him. She wondered if he had been thinking the same thing she was: a week from now, odds were high she’d be crying over him again as he left. Then her stomach had growled. Nothing made a moment like hunger. He had kissed her head, then swatted her on the butt.

Now he was here.

For someone who had slept a lot yesterday, she was damn tired.

“You’re taking a shower,” he said as he set his hands on her hips and guided her up the stairs. He took the keys from her and unlocked the door. “I am going to feed you the breakfast of champions. Then I’m going to take you to your bed.” Thumbs glided along the small of her back as he pressed his mouth against her ear. “And fuck at least ten inches of you.” The words, the caress made heat shimmer through her body as he opened the door then navigated her inside.

He took her to the washroom, closed the door then removed her sandals. As he knelt on the floor, he opened her jeans and pulled them down her legs. One foot lifted then the other as he stripped off her pants then caressed up her legs. She needed to shave. Gross.

She could only imagine what her hair looked like. She refused to look in the mirror, focusing on the man instead. Through the jersey she felt his warm breath soak through to her stomach.

“What is it about a woman in a hockey jersey? So sexy to see something so feminine in something so masculine.” His head rested against her stomach as his hands glided along her thighs to her hips. His fingers spread as they mapped the shape. “It stops at the teasing point, making a man wonder at the treasures beneath the shirt. God,” he breathed the word out as he looked up at her. His eyes were that sexy gold color as his fingers curled around the waist of her panties and slowly drew them down her legs. “Maybe it’s just you.”

“Maybe it’s you,” she corrected as she stepped out of the underwear and felt that slow, exploring touch up her legs again.

“No,” he said, shaking his head. “I don’t feel like this when I see myself in a jersey. You though. You.” His hands moved up to her waist, inching the top up to bare her pussy. “God, I wanted you last night as you undressed in front of me then pulled this on. That golden hockey stick over your breast, the puck at your belly button, the wheat blade guarding this.” His mouth pressed a hot, open-mouthed kiss over her pussy and she leaned against the wall before she collapsed to the floor.

“I wanted to throw you onto your bed and bury myself in you.” He caressed over her stomach, down the front of her hip then back to her waist. His lips moved against her as he talked, the words adding to the teasing touches. “Fuck you hard until you were screaming to come. Fuck that sexy wet heat of yours. Fuck you until I was spilling inside of you, as if my come could put out the fires. Fuck this pussy that calls to me, begs me even now to make the ache go away.

“Do you ache, Lacey?”

“Yes,” she whispered. “I ache.”

“Beautiful pussy.” He parted the folds with his thumb then licked her. She cried out at the sensation of his tongue boldly tasting her, brazenly sweeping over her clit. “God this pussy that aches for me.”

He reached down, drew her leg over his shoulder then licked again. She moaned his name as his tongue explored her. How could he do this to her? Instantly make her body burn for him. Or was it continuous? A continuous fire that would ease to slow simmering embers until he touched her.

“Fuck, I love how you taste. Sexy, sultry. I could live on you.” His lips kissed her thigh then lightly bit. The pressure increased until it was a meaty bite that had her crying out. He traced the mark with his wicked tongue. “Look at how you cream for me.” He licked the trickle on her other leg.

He was killing her. “Stop talking,” she said her hips rocking forward as she tried to get him closer, where she needed him. Her foot rubbed on his back and she wished his shirt were off so she could feel his skin. “Eat me, Shayne.”

“Fuck, you’re hot.” He smiled against her. “You’re so bawdy. I love it.” He stroked over the curve of her ass, drew his fingers along her pussy and made her cry out again. Back and forth his fingers stroked along her folds, to her clit then down.

The second swipe had her gasping as she arched off the wall, coming in an orgasm that ambushed her system. A little hungry sound that was almost a growl came from him and finally his mouth was on her, his tongue dipping into her as he licked up the cream spilling from her. His slick finger pressed then slid into her ass and a second orgasm took over her body.

Oh, God.

Her eyes closed as she followed the strokes of his tongue and finger working together. His other hand slid up her stomach and curled around her breast, squeezing and squeezing. She covered his hand, the thicker fabric of the graphic between them. What he did to her. “Shayne. Shayne.” Her foot flattened on him as she pushed against that talented mouth.

Her body burned, an alien being that was all about need. Needed his touch, needed his skin. Needed to come. A second finger entered her ass and her eyes snapped open as she came with a cry. His moan was muffled as he drank her down until she was nothing but a quivering mass of orgasmic bliss. She slid down the wall, settling on his lap, those fingers still pushing into her, slow thrusts that made her want more.

His mouth was slick from her. She tasted herself as he kissed her with hunger and his own need. His hand turned so he could grip the vee of her top then he slammed her to the floor, driving a grunt from her as he covered her with his mouth.

God, he can kiss
, she thought as his fingers thrust deep, eased back only to bury themselves once more in her. She gripped his shoulders as she rose up into those erotic touches. She had always assumed she wouldn’t like anal but then again, she hadn’t counted on Shayne.

“Fuck, oh fuck, you like this.” He reached down and grabbed her leg pulling her into him, opening her more. “The way you come. Fuck. Lacey.”

She ground her throbbing pussy on his wrist and he swore again, his voice rasping with need. “In me, in me, in me.”

“Fuck, can’t leave.” He fisted his free hand in her hair. “Come baby. Come for me again. And again and again.”

She arched off the floor. “Please, Shayne.”

“Have nothing,” he growled as he buried his face in her neck. “Fuck. Fuck.”

“Always have something. Bedroom. Bought them yesterday.” She dragged his mouth to hers. “Coming.”

“Too far.”

“Yes.”

“Then come again, baby. I can wait.”

She opened her eyes and met his gaze. God, he was beautiful. She held his gaze as she came again, pushing against those fingers driving hard into her, rubbing that strong wrist. This time he withdrew his fingers. He lifted his hand then licked the glistening fluid clinging to his wrist before he lay down on her.

“Fucking jersey,” he muttered. “Let’s get this thing off of you before I have a heart attack.” His grin was a little wicked as he moved to his knees then whisked her top off. “God,” he whispered. “Look at you, Lacey Magerin. Look at you.”

Blushing, she put her foot against his cheek and nudged him so he wasn’t looking at her. He laughed then lay on her once more.

“You are the sexiest thing I have ever seen.” He brushed her tangled hair off her face. “Were you always this sexy?”

She snorted. “Maybe ten years ago.”

“Nah. I knew you then.” He smoothed a hand down her side. “I was a walking hormone with a perpetual hard-on. I’d have noticed you.”

“God, ten years ago you were in
high school
.” Groaning she covered her face with her arms.

“Irrelevant.” A broad hand caressed down her side, tracing the bumps of her ribs, the curve of her waist and the flair of her hip. “Four years ago I saw you and didn’t have this constant urge to touch you, taste you, fuck you. So clearly you weren’t sexy then either.”

His hand slid to the inside of her leg and she squirmed beneath him. “Now though.” His eyes flashed with heat. “Now I fantasize all the ways I want to fuck you.” He made a purring sound when his fingers glided over her slick sex and her hips rose to the touch.

Oh, god, it was the same for her. He caressed her as he stared intently at her.

“The thought of coming in you fucking haunts me.” He rolled his own hips, his fingers parting the flesh that throbbed in time to her heartbeat. “How can I want you this much, Lacey? Tell me because I don’t understand. I don’t,” he whispered the words as he lowered his head to her neck.

“I don’t know either.”

“Do you know why I called yesterday?”

She shook her head as he kissed her neck, traced her jaw with his tongue. “I’m glad you did though.”

“Me too,” he whispered as he stilled above her. “I had just showered from the game with Todd and Payne. The shower, I might add, where I jerked off because I was thinking of you.” He grinned when her eyes opened. “Oh, yeah.”

“Me?”

“I’m always a little randy after being on the ice.” His eyebrows rose and fell. “Anyway, I was standing in that room and realized I wanted to hear your voice. Hadn’t seen you yet and I wanted your voice in my ear.” His damp fingers moved to her hip, back up his original path to cover her breast where her heart thudded for him. “I knew something was wrong when Shannon answered.”

She swallowed; hoping the tightness in her throat would ease. Shayne lowered his head and lightly kissed over her heart. “Shayne,” she whispered, incapable of saying anything more.

“I wanted to kill Carmen. I seriously wanted to strangle her for making you cry. Making you bleed.” He rested his cheek over her thudding heart. “I didn’t care that she’s a kid, that she’s
your
kid. In that one moment she was the enemy because you were crying. You scare the shit out of me, Lacey.” He pressed a kiss then eased off of her. She watched him roll to his feet then lift her up. He set her in the tub then turned on the water.

“Shayne?” She grabbed his shirt and waited until he looked up at her. “It’s the same for me.”

His smile was sweet, causing his eyes to crinkle at the corners. He pulled on the plug for the shower. Warm water hit her in the face while the rings for the curtain jangled merrily as he sealed her in. She listened to him move around then slip out of the bathroom. Lacey flattened her hand over her heart still racing over what had just happened. “This is going to hurt,” she whispered before she pushed her face under the water.

She took her time washing her hair, lathering up with cherry blossom body wash. She shaved her legs then simply stood under the water for a few minutes, replaying his words.

They were on the precipice of a nasty fall because in one week he was leaving. A part of her wished he had gotten on a plane this morning because then there would’ve been no bathroom floor confession. There’d be no truth that this was turning emotionally messy. She would’ve been able to lie to herself that it was just sex. She had lived without sex before and she could again.

Instead there was the selfish relief he was here. She had him for a little while longer. For one more week he was hers.

A knock on the door was followed by the muffled words that breakfast was almost ready.

Breakfast of champions.

She smiled as she dipped her face into the shower to remove the stupid tears that were escaping at the thought that they were on a deadline. Lacey turned off the water and climbed out. The mirror was covered in condensation as she grabbed a towel he had set on the toilet. As she dried off, she stared at the floor, seeing him above her, feeling him inside her. Not just his touch but those words. All those words.