Chapter 14

This is kinda short but I hope kinda hot

When he put his key in the lock, Sidney had a moment’s hesitation. He’d had the key made when he’d updated the locks on her doors from the old, easy to pick, easy to kick in for that matter, to newer deadbolts and sliding bars. Keeping a copy for himself bordered on stalker behavior but he was hoping she would see it more as a protective romantic gesture. Either way, he thought as he stepped into the still darkness of the witching hour, it was too late to go back now.

Edmonton had been a huge waste of time. The crowds hadn’t been nearly what the guys had been lead to believe would show up. Certainly it was nice to be celebrated and it was always good to see some of the guys he would normally only see out on the ice in opposition jerseys but the entire time he’d been itching to get on a plane and get back to her.

As he vaulted the stairs two at a time, Sidney tugged his shirt over his head and hummed to himself. He felt better now, in the middle of the night, than he had in days. He didn’t normally mind doing the kinds of events he’d been involved in over the last few days but this time it had been harder than usual and he’d had to ignore his mother’s phone calls. They were wondering where he was and when he was coming home and if he would be there for dinner.

It wasn’t like him to intentionally ignore them, but even if he’d told them that he was on the red eye, his mother would have expected him for breakfast and there was only one place he wanted to wake up and that was with Tabby in his arms.

As he pushed open the bedroom door, he found Tabby laying in a silvery pool of moonlight, sprawled across the middle of the Queen sized bed, the covers thrown aside. The night was sticky hot and he wasn’t surprised to find her smooth skin bare to his eyes.

He unbuckled his belt and let his shorts slide to the floor, kicked off his shoes and slid onto the bed behind and beside her, sweeping her long, dark hair aside so he could press his lips to the nape of her neck. She sighed in her sleep and snuggled back against him. Emboldened, Sid kissed his way down her back, only stopping when she began to squirm as his lips found the small of her back.

“I missed you,” he whispered, drawing her cool body against his, his lips brushing the shell of her ear before he dropped another kiss onto the round of her shoulder. Her reply was a contented sounding hum and the press of her body back against his and his body began to come alive accordingly. He pressed himself to the small of her back and slid his hand around to cup her breast. He felt her nipple hardening in his palm and felt his heart beat double. Her back arched and she let out a strangled cry as he bit down, his teeth digging into the silvery white flesh of her neck. She whimpered and reached back, her fingers digging into his hair, into his scalp.

She tasted of lavender soap and moonbeams, her skin warmed where he touched it, where it pressed against his. With one of her hands, she led his down, over her stomach and down, down into the valley between her legs. She tried to let go of his hand then, but he kept her fingers in his, guiding her hand to that pearl between her legs that made her draw a ragged breath between her teeth and sent a shudder throughout her entire body, leaving her covered in goose flesh.

Rolling her onto her back, Sidney continued to guide her hand with his own, while his lips surrounded the hard, pink bud of her nipple, drawing it into her mouth until her back arched and she began to whimper. Pressing her hand over the hard nub of her clit, as if to imply that she should continue what she was doing, Sidney slid his hand further down, slipping one finger and then two inside of her hot, wet entrance.

She moaned and pressed against his hand and Sidney looked up to watch her expression transform. He watched her bite down on her bottom lip as he swirled his tongue around her nipple and, at the same time, gently but firmly pressed his fingers inside of her as far as they would go until she raised her hips up off of the bed.

She cried out, her head thrashing from side to side as the orgasm rolled over her. As her body began to relax, Sid lay beside her, watching her intently, his mind buzzing, full of emotions he was trying to rein in. When she opened her dark eyes and turned to smile at him he lost his tenuous hold.

“I love you.”

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It was the second best way she could think of to wake up.

Tabby stretched like a contented cat as the orgasm ebbed, leaving her boneless, relaxed and content, ready for the next round. Turning to face the intruder, she opened her eyes and smiled into the hazel ones that were looking down into hers’.

“I love you.”

They were three simple words but as he said them, his hand reaching out to tenderly press her hair back from her sweat slicked cheek, Tabby felt her pulse begin to beat so hard that it almost hurt as her blood roared through her veins. He was staring at her, boyish and expectant, waiting for her to say it back, and all she could think to do was pull his lips down over hers’ so that she couldn’t.

She parted her lips and reached for his tongue with hers and he answered in kind, kissing her hungrily, demandingly, and guilt pricked at her conscience. She was using his obvious state of arousal against him, knowing he’d have to give in to his ‘little head’ if she curved her leg around his just so, if she reached between them and lead his thick, hard cock towards her entrance. She had, however, no delusions that he’d forget that he’d said the words, or that he was still waiting for her to say them.

Or maybe not, she thought desperately. Maybe it was just one of those things you say in the heat of passion and it didn’t really mean anything. Maybe he’d just said it because he thought she wanted to hear it and he was actually relieved that she hadn’t said it back. ‘Yeah right,’ she told herself, biting down on the inside of her cheek as he made a hard thrust that sent her skidding back across the sheets. ‘You saw his face. It’s probably the first time he’s ever said those damn words,’ she thought, guilt gripping at her insides as he drew back to look down at her.

“I missed you too,” she replied, her tongue sweeping out over his ear as his body moved over hers’, thrusting inside of hers’ as deep as he could go. She could pretend that’s what she heard, play dumb, or even use the ‘just woke up’ card if he pressed it. But she couldn’t say it.

Or could she? After all, wasn’t that the reason she was sharing this house with him, that she wasn’t even a little bit surprised that he was here, waking her up in the middle of the night, that she didn’t even question how he got in? ‘Because you trust him you dimwit,’ she grumbled to herself as pulled back again, this time reaching to cradle her face in his hands, that look, that damned hopeful look back on his face, his gaze earnestly searching hers’.

‘Damn it!’ she silently cursed as she looked up into that serious gaze, those boyishly handsome features that had made her weak at the knees from the very first moment. There was something so ludicrously honest about him but at the same time she couldn’t ignore that voice at the back of her head that kept telling her that he was holding out on her, that there was something he wasn’t telling her and how could she give him her heart when she hardly even knew him and yet….

And yet hadn’t she already given it to him, if not in words at least in deed? As her lips and teeth travelled up the underside of his chin, as her teeth dug into the meaty flesh of his bottom lip and she heard him groan, she felt him take it, her heart scratching and digging its way out of her chest, for him.

“I love you,” she whispered against his mouth, his breath warm and tasting faintly of whiskey as it mingled with hers’. His gaze softened, his gold flecked eyes filling with silvery tears and then he roughly captured her mouth and kissed her, hard. She tasted the coppery tang of blood and didn’t care. She kissed him back just as hard, teeth clashing, tongues snaking out to flick against one another as their bodies battled, slamming into each other mercilessly, fingers digging in hard enough to leave marks if not bruises, hip bones meeting, flesh raked and stinging.

Tabby reached back and grabbed hold of the brass headboard, using it as leverage, lifting her hips to meet him thrust for thrust, knowing she was close, so close. All the tenderness had leaked out of his gaze and had been replaced with a fire and a focus that would have been intimidating had she not felt the same determined, almost feral expression forcing her to bare her teeth at him and her eyes to flash what felt like a dare; ‘I dare you to break me’ or ‘I dare you to make me scream’.

Whether he read the look in her eyes or had become so attuned to her body language that he just knew, but with a growl that emanated from deep in his chest, Patrick dug his thick fingers into her waist, pulling her into him, over him, until he was completely sheathed deep within her and then he withdrew, slowly, until only the tip of his cock remained. She stared down the length of him, her juices making his dick glisten in the moonlight, and then he rammed it inside of her with one, quick hard thrust that left her with her mouth open in a silent ‘o’ and her eyes rolled back in her head as her climax took hold. It felt like she’d been plugged into an electrical socket, like she was riding a wave of current, her body bucking and shuddering as though she were being electrocuted. She barely acknowledged his own roar as her body clamped down around his like a vice, as if her pussy was a mouth with teeth threatening to rip his dick off and keep it inside of her, forever. All she could hear was the singing of her own blood in her ears and her voice, screaming his name.

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Their bodies bathed in sweat, Sidney gathered her into his arms and curled protectively around her as they both shook in the aftermath of what he was fairly certain was the strongest, most earth shattering orgasm either of them had ever experienced. Tabby was crying softly, her face buried in his chest and Sid was surprised to find tears in his own eyes. He’d never, ever, in his life felt like this and it was unnerving and mind-blowing all at the same time. His heart was racing and it wasn’t just from exertion. It was from admitting his feelings and seeing the look in her eyes when she’d repeated those words back to him….

Sidney had never imagined wanting anything the way he’d wanted the Stanley Cup or the way he’d been almost paralyzed by how much he had wanted the Olympic Gold Medal but in this moment, as he brushed his lips over her forehead, tasting the salt of her sweat on his lips, he knew he wanted her in the same way. He wanted to hold her and never let her go and it shook him to his core to know that he’d given her his heart so easily.

“Tabby cat,” he whispered into her hair, and she purred in response, before nipping at him, biting down gently on his nipple and turning her eyes playfully up to meet his gaze. “You…,” his voice failed him as he cupped her cheek in his hand. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispered, his voice cracking as his chest tightened, his heart constricting around an unfamiliar ball of emotion.

“I bet you say that to all the girls you get in bed with,” she giggled, walking her fingers up his chest, digging in with her fingernails just enough to leave half moon indentations in his skin. He shook his head and started to deny it but the peal of Tabby’s laughter made him pause. She grinned up at him and he couldn’t resist kissing her, long and deep, drinking from her mouth.

“I should have asked you to come with me,” he whispered against her mouth before brushing his lips over the tip of her nose and then onto her eyelids.

“On a business trip? Borrrrinnng,” she mumbled, yawning and rolling over onto her stomach and putting her cheek down on her forearms. “I’m glad you came back though,” she added with a grin.

“Did you think I wouldn’t?” he asked, rolling onto his side and reaching out to run his fingers down her back, tracing the wave of her spine from her shoulders to where it dipped at the small of her back, before he let the flat of his hand run down to cup the swell of her ass.

“I don’t know, I guess it was a possibility,” she replied, hiding another yawn behind her hand.

“No,” he shook his head, sliding closer to her and pressing his lips down onto her bare shoulder, “it wasn’t.” She gave him a playful smile and Sidney felt his body reacting again to that glint in her eye. He slid his hand lower, sliding it down between her thighs where it was wet and warm. She closed her eyes and sighed and settled her thighs farther apart. Kissing his way across her shoulders, Sidney crawled over her, until he was straddling her thighs. With his hands on her hips, he began to nudge at her opening.

She giggled and muttered something sleepily like ‘again?’ but pulled her knees up beneath her and let him settle himself between her thighs. He slid in easily, her pussy wet and relaxed and yet it still took his breath away as he felt her muscles welcoming him in, pulling him deeper. Wrapping his hands around her waist, he began to rock into her, pulling her hips, the cushion of her ass towards him.

He wasn’t going to last and he knew it. He was tired and his head was reeling with all the strange new emotions swimming around in his brain. Reaching forward, he captured one of her breasts in his hand, felt it swing, the soft, smooth skin filling his hand. He squeezed her nipple, stroking it to a hard point, rolling the nub between his fingers until she moaned and he felt her tighten around his shaft.

Dragging a ragged breath through his teeth, he slid his hand back along her ribcage until he found the soft bare mound of her pussy and slid his fingers down, into the warm, moist valley, until he found her clit. He slid his fingers over it and heard her answering gasp, a sound that made him wish he could last longer, tease her, bring her before he climaxed but he could already feel that weight in his balls, could hear the buzzing in his ears that told him there was very little chance of that.

She pressed back against him and whimpered, and Sidney knew that she didn’t want slow, didn’t want gentle, and with a tired smile, he raised his free hand and brought it down on the lily white skin of her ass with a resounding ‘smack’. Her high pitched cry and the ensuing squeeze of her muscles around his dick was just too much. He felt the blackness coming, the little death, and pumped into her as hard and fast as he could, using his thumb and forefinger on her clit in hard, swift little circles that matched his rhythm and hear her begin to pant. At the very least he wanted her to cum with him, wanted to feel those rhythmic little squeezes around his cock, milking him dry.

“Are you close?” he asked, his voice hoarse, having to force it past the wolf like howl waiting to erupt from his throat.

“Yessss,” she hissed, and Sidney raised his free hand again, bringing it down hard on her ass, hard enough to make her yelp but it also made her back arch, her pussy constrict and those little ripples, those little spasms erupt around his cock that told him he could let go. His own back arched and his eyes squeezed shut and he let out a cry that was entirely primal, a wave of pleasure erupting from his balls that went all the way up to the tip of his head.

As soon as the ringing stopped in his ears and he could breathe again, Sidney collapsed onto the bed and once again, Tabby curled into him, backing her ass into his middle. He wrapped his arms around her and felt their heart beats begin to slow together until they were both breathing in that shallow, slow way that says sleep isn’t far off. Leaning in to brush her cheek with his lips, he whispered those words to her again and watched as her full mouth curled up into a contented smile.

“I love you too, Patrick,” she whispered, reaching back to grab at his hand, lacing her fingers in his and pulling his arm around her like a blanket.

Sidney stared into the dark and felt all of the wonderful, crazy, new emotions he’d been feeling ebb away as a lead weight of guilt built in the pit of his stomach. He’d told her he loved her, and he meant every single solitary word, and he’d lied through his teeth at the same time.
He would tell her tomorrow, he promised himself. He’d explain everything and apologize and it would all be okay, he hoped.