Dirty Pucker (Denver Bashers #2)

24. Del

Chapter 24

Del

W hen the elevator doors glide open, I step out and walk in the direction of the hotel room I’m sharing with Blomdahl.

I exhale sharply as I yank my tie all the way loose. I undo the top two buttons of my dress shirt.

My body tenses with each step I take. I didn’t want to leave the hotel lounge. But all I was doing while I was down there was staring at Ingrid. I probably looked like a fucking weirdo.

But I couldn’t help it. I needed to see that she was okay, that she was happy and didn’t know what Owen had said about her.

She looked like she was having a good time with Maya and Sophie. Plus, the guys on the team were there. No one would try and bother Ingrid, or any of them, while an entire team of hockey players was standing around them.

So I figured the best thing for me was to just leave and let them all have a good time.

I’m standing outside the door of my room, digging into my pocket for the key card when I hear someone call my name.

“Del! Wait!”

I look up, surprised to see Ingrid jogging toward me.

She stops, then bends down to take off the strappy black heels she’s wearing. She picks them up and walks over to me.

I glance down at her bare feet. “Shoe problems?”

She lets out a soft laugh. “They’re not the best to run in.” She bites her lip and hesitates for a second.

“Are you okay?” I ask.

She takes a breath. “I know what Owen said about me on the ice. And I know that’s why you slammed him into the boards.”

My stomach churns. “Ingrid, I’m sorry.”

Her delicate brow furrows in confusion. “Why are you sorry?”

I shake my head. “I didn’t want you to know what that asshole said about you. It was so awful.”

She grabs my hand in hers. “It was. And that’s why it means so much that you stood up for me. Thank you.”

I frown. “You don’t have to thank me, Ingrid.”

She bites her bottom lip. She’s quiet for a second. “Why’d you do it?”

Those big blue eyes gaze at me, sparkling and soft all at once.

That protectiveness that I’ve felt all night for Ingrid—that I’ve felt pretty much ever since I met her—surges through me.

“Because I like you, Ingrid. A lot. And no one gets away with saying that kind of shit about you.”

Her mouth parts open like she’s shocked to hear my answer. Her chest rises with the breath she takes and her cheeks flush rosy red.

“I’m not used to this.”

I frown. “What do you mean?”

“No guy has ever defended me like you did.” She shakes her head. “Not like this sort of thing happens to me often.” She blinks and I notice a sheen of pain in her beautiful blue eyes. “My ex would never have done what you did.”

She presses her eyes shut and shakes her head, like she regrets what she said. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that. I don’t know why I brought him up. My head is all over the place right now.”

That protectiveness inside of me flares up. I suddenly want to know more about this guy who was lucky enough to date Ingrid but blew it.

“What did your ex do to you?”

Ingrid blinks at me. “Nothing like what Owen did. He just…didn’t really think much of my work in social media. He made fun of me for it a lot. At first, I just thought he was just teasing me good-naturedly, but then it became a running joke for him. His friends would make fun of me too, for being an influencer.”

Anger crackles in my gut. What kind of an asshole makes fun of his girlfriend and encourages his friends to do it too?

“They were all lawyers and accountants,” she says. “They didn’t have a lot of respect for nontraditional jobs like mine. And whenever they’d make fun of me in front of my ex, he just laughed along with them. It really hurt my feelings.”

“What a piece of shit,” I mutter.

“I realize that now. Looking back, I should have broken things off the first time he did it. Even when I told him how much it bothered me when he made fun of my work, he didn’t care. He still did it.”

Her gaze falls to our joined hands. After a second, she looks up at me. “I don’t mean like…I didn’t expect him to beat the crap out of his friends for making fun of me.”

“I would have. Fuck those assholes.”

A soft smile tugs at her lips. Her expression turns sad again a moment later. “I just wanted him to care enough about me to stand up for me.”

“If I ever see your ex, I’m shoving him into the nearest wall.”

She lets out a chuckle that sounds so light and happy.

I hold her gaze. “I care about you, Ingrid. A lot. I’ll never just stand there while some dipshit insults you. Ever.”

There’s a flash of something raw and intense in her eyes.

A moment later, she rests her hands on my chest. Then she leans up and kisses me.

I moan against her lips, savoring how sweet her lush mouth feels against mine.

“Hey, guys.”

We both jolt back, breaking our kiss. There’s Blomdahl standing a few feet from us.

He chuckles and gestures to our room door. “I, uh, was gonna go inside, but if you two are planning to…um…”

Ingrid touches a hand to her lips and smiles. She turns to me. “Wanna go to my room?”

I grab her hand. “Yeah.” I look at Blomdahl. “Room’s all yours, man.”

He pumps a fist. Ingrid and I laugh as we walk down the rest of the hallway to her room. She unlocks the door and I follow her inside.

She drops her shoes on the floor and turns to me. She grabs me by the lapels of my suit jacket and pulls me against her.

A sexy smile plays on her lips. “You look insanely hot in that suit.”

“You look hot, no matter what you’re wearing.”

That pink flush appears on her cheeks once more. She looks surprised at what I’ve said.

I gently cup my hand over her cheek. “Do you really not know how beautiful you are?”

“It’s just been a while since I’ve gotten a compliment like that.”

“That’s a crime. You’re stunning. The most stunning woman I’ve ever seen in my life.”

She flashes a shy smile. “You’re the hottest guy I’ve ever seen.”

I pause. “Seriously?”

“Yeah.” She says it like it’s the most obvious answer in the world.

Heat flashes across my skin at knowing that this gorgeous goddess thinks I’m hot.

“Del, you’re ridiculously sexy. Exactly my type.”

The corner of my mouth quirks up. “And what’s that?”

She grins. She reaches up and gently runs her hand along the scruff of my jaw. “I’ve always been a sucker for tall, dark, and handsome. Ruggedly handsome.”

“You think I’m ruggedly handsome?”

She chuckles. “You seem surprised.”

“I never thought a glamorous woman like you would want a roughed-up guy like me.”

She traces her finger along the edge of my mouth. Goosebumps flash across my skin at the softness of her touch.

“Roughed up is really hot,” she says.

She leans in and kisses me. Gently, I grip the back of her neck as I tease her lips open with my tongue. I hum at how sweet and wet her mouth is.

She whimpers into my mouth and my dick twitches.

Fuck, that sound. It’s so cute and so hot.

After a minute of kissing, I pull back to catch my breath. I’m half-hard and hot all over.

My brain finally catches up. We agreed we’d never cross this line from friends to something more…

But now we are. And I need to make sure this is okay with her.

I look Ingrid in the eye. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

She sinks her teeth into that plump bottom lip, smiling. “Of course, I’m sure. Are you?”

I nod. “I’ve wanted you since the moment I saw you, Ingrid.”

Fire flashes in her blue eyes. “Same.”

I grab her waist and pull her against me. Her body is soft and warm under my hands, and fuck, I want her so bad.

I’m aching to strip this dress off her body and run my mouth all over her.

“What are you thinking about?” she asks.

For a second, I hesitate. If I tell her what’s on my mind, she’ll probably be weirded out.

She smiles. “You don’t want to tell me?”

I let out an embarrassed chuckle. “I don’t want you to think I’m a freak.”

Intrigue flashes in those beautiful big blue eyes. She smiles. “I’m kind of a freak. I was hoping you were too.”

Pleasure rockets through my dick. “Is that so?”

She nods.

“Tell me more.”

She chuckles and starts to undo the top buttons of my dress shirt.

“If you had peered into my brain during your nude photoshoot yesterday, you would have definitely thought I was a freak. The things I was imagining about you…” Ingrid holds my gaze and runs her tongue along her bottom lip. “Very, very filthy.”

A low sound rips from my throat. “How filthy?”

She grins. “Depraved.”

I gently grip her chin and lead her in a long, teasing kiss. I sweep my tongue in her mouth, savoring the way she moans. I lap my tongue against hers, teasing and teasing until she’s whimpering in my mouth. She claws at the front of my shirt.

My dick throbs.

“Tell me what you thought about,” I growl against her mouth.

She leans back, her blue eyes cloudy with arousal as she looks at me. “I imagined being naked in bed with you. I imagined you on top of me, fucking me hard while I dragged my nails down your back.”

I almost choke. “We’re definitely doing that tonight.”

She smiles before pulling me in for another kiss. It’s not long before our tongues get filthy. I’m kissing her so hard, my breathing is rough.

I moan at how soft her lips feel against my mouth.

“Jesus, Ingrid,” I mutter against her lips. I glide my thumb along the hinge of her jaw, savoring just how silky her skin is too. “Are you this soft all over?”

She steps back and flashes a sexy knowing smile at me. Then she reaches down to the hem of her mini-dress, pulls it over her head, and tosses it onto the floor.

My eyes go wide as I stare at her in nothing but a black lace thong.

“I guess you’ll find out,” she says with a playful smile.

I run my gaze along the length of her body. My eyes catch on her tits.

I step closer to her and gently grab one of her tits in my hand. When I circle my thumb along the bud of her candy-pink nipple, my mouth waters.

Her eyelids flutter and her lips part. A hot breath falls from her mouth.

I lean down and capture her nipple in my mouth, humming as she whines and moans. She tugs a hand through my hair, pulling hard. I groan. Fuck, I love that.

“Harder, baby,” I growl.

She yanks those delicate fingers even harder through my hair. Sharpness shoots across my scalp and I hum in satisfaction. I flick my tongue faster against her nipple until she’s shuddering under my mouth and my hands.

I pull away and sink to my knees. Reaching up, I slowly drag her thong down her legs. I help her step out of them and toss them to the side. I glimpse her perfect pussy, so pink and so wet.

My mouth waters; my cock is steel in my pants.

Gently, I run my tongue along her soaking wet slit. I groan at how sweet she tastes.

Above me, she gasps. She tugs her fingers through my hair so hard that my scalp burns. But I love it. I fucking love that my tongue is making her feel this good.

Slowly, I lap my tongue up and down her pussy. Her legs start to tremble. I pull away and look up. I drink in the stunning image: her chest heaving, her skin flushed, her eyes cloudy with arousal.

For a long moment, all I can do is stare at Ingrid. She’s so beautiful right now, I can barely take it.

I run my hands up the sides of her stomach and up her chest, cupping her tits. “So soft. So perfect. Every inch of you.”

She smiles down at me.

“I thought about you yesterday at the photoshoot too,” I say.

“You did?”

I nod. “I couldn’t help it. You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen in my life, and you had your hands all over me.”

She’s quiet for a second. “I was so turned on posing with you that after you left, I was going to go to the bathroom to touch myself.” She swallows, like she’s nervous to admit this to me. “But then I ran into Owen and well…you know what happened after that.”

“That fucking guy. I hate him even more now that I know he got in the way of you pleasuring yourself.”

A shy smile pulls at Ingrid’s luscious mouth. “Does that freak you out? To know that I was about to masturbate to the thought of you?”

I shake my head. She looks relieved.

“Does it freak you out to know that the reason I walked away so quickly after the photoshoot ended was because I was so turned on by you and needed to do something about it?”

Ingrid’s gaze turns fiery. Her smile goes from shy to sexy.

“Really?” she asks.

I nod. “I had to go to the nearest bathroom and jerk off immediately. I’ve never come that hard or that fast. That’s how turned on I was by you, Ingrid.”

My heart thuds as I admit this to her. A second later, she grabs my shoulders and pulls me up, then grabs my face and kisses me until I can barely breathe.

We break apart, panting. And then I cup her beautiful face in my hands, look her in the eye, and say, “I wanna watch you play with yourself.”