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Finding the Forward, Part One (HockeyVerse) Chapter Twenty 34%
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Chapter Twenty

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“ T his is delicious,” I moaned, taking another bite of the delicate dessert they called fairy cake. It was layers of delicate deliciousness rolled in pink marzipan.

Grif eyed it woefully as he sipped on his black coffee. I’d gone for the fairy latte, which, instead of having fairy art in the foam like I’d expected, was a pour-over involving cotton candy and two servers wearing wings.

“Bites off someone else’s fork don’t count.” I flashed him a coy look as I picked up a forkful.

“Only if you make those same noises while I eat you,” he murmured, leaning in to lick the bite off my fork in a way that made my pussy clench.

Eat me please. I’d had a lady boner since before I’d given him the blow job in the car. That had been so much fun.

“Oh, Kitten, that is divine. I taste cream, cake, marzipan, and jam.” His elated expression made me want to throw him down on the table and take him.

“Have another, Tiger.” I rubbed my leg against his under the table, the heat between us searing.

He took another bite, closing his eyes and relishing it. If we were in a less conspicuous spot, I’d let him know I wasn’t wearing panties.

But we weren’t in a secluded booth. No, we were at a table for two with an exquisite view of the city–and the entire restaurant had a splendid view of us . People had taken our pictures. That sent tiny sparks of fear through me. However, there was nothing wrong with me going on a date with Grif.

Also, I was an alpha. I could do whoever and whatever I wanted, as long as it was consensual and didn’t hurt anyone. If I was confident in my choices, no one would question me.

“So, you like my choice.” His voice turned flirty.

“Mercy told you I like fairies. But yes, this is divine. I’d heard the New York one was the best of them. I’m impressed,” I told him, taking another bite.

Supressa had locations all over the world–each one with a different theme, which resonated in their decor. I’d been to the one in London with Creed, Dad, and Mumsy, and I’d snuck into a party at the one in Paris.

“Mercy refused to tell me anything. But that’s duly noted–and makes sense given your tattoo. I figured since you never got to date much, I’d go overboard and take you someplace romantic.” His hand moved up my thigh.

“Well, you certainly succeeded.” I licked my lower lip.

The low lights and cozy ambience were quite romantic. Like we’d stepped into an opulent land we’d never want to leave. You’d think you were outside in a garden for all the plants and fairy lights. The fiber-optic ceiling looked like the sky. We even had to cross over a ring of red and white mushrooms to enter the dining area.

He stole a sip of my latte, then made a face. “This is mostly sugar. Dean would love it.”

Grif settled the bill, which was a lot, and we left the restaurant, my arm around his waist. I loved the way he always tried to tuck himself into me. As we got in the elevator, he tapped on his phone to alert the valet that we were on our way.

While I still worried I wouldn’t be alpha enough for him, I was working with my therapist and taking an online alpha course.

Don’t worry. You have this. You deserve this.

If I told myself it enough, it would be true.

“Thank you,” I told him.

“You’re welcome, and that was delicious. My favorite was you feeding me dessert.” He leaned his head on top of mine.

“Me, too. Please don’t feel you need to take me to fancy places all the time.” I felt bad about letting him pay.

He tilted his head down so our eyes met. “Kitten, please don’t give me any nonsense about how you should pay because you’re the alpha. While I don’t make as much as Dean, I still make a lot. There are plenty of dates you can take me on where you can pay. Like a picnic where you make fried chicken along with some potato salad and coleslaw. But,” Grif frowned. “If you’re one of those people who put raisins or pineapple in either, we might have to break up.”

“No, I don’t.” I laughed. “Pineapple in potato salad? Blasphemy. I do use mustard.”

“I can live with that. Hard-boiled eggs?” he asked.

“I do half and half. My dad likes eggs in his, but some of my parents don’t.”

“Fair. I like them, Dean doesn’t. Jonas doesn’t care. AJ prefers macaroni salad.” Grif laughed. “Seriously, Kitten.” He turned me around so I faced him but was in his arms.

His green eyes drilled into me, creating more little holes in my soul that only he could fill.

“You spoil me in so many ways that money can’t buy. Special cupcakes. Calf massages. Blow jobs while I’m driving. Oh, Kitten, I’ll never see a fruit roll the same way.” His lips grazed my ear, making my painted toes curl in my flats.

Neither would I. “I’m glad you liked it. I can make you fried chicken.”

I was glad he was alright with what I could give. While I wasn’t a flashy, rich alpha, that didn’t mean he didn’t awaken a deep-seated alpha need to pamper him.

“Please spoil me like that. Don’t feel guilty for one moment when I take you some place fancy. Can you make me some of those muffins you made Dean the other day? They were so good.” He kissed me on the temple as we left the elevator.

“Sure. Would you like me to make any alterations to the recipe?” I took his hand as we walked out of the building into the cool night air.

Each designation had slightly different nutritional needs. I’d tailored them for my omega dad, but anyone could eat them. I had the feeling that whatever nutrition plan the Knights had Grif on wasn’t quite enough. Hopefully, once they got to know him better it would even out.

“I like them the way you make them.” He smacked his lips, and it was easy to imagine them across my skin, going lower and lower until...

I sucked in a sharp breath. Soon.

The valet brought the car over. Grif helped me in and made sure my crutch was secure in the back. I plugged in my phone. This time I chose a mellow night-driving list, and not my seduction selections.

“Where are we going now? Mercy’s still at the house, so not there. I’m perfectly content with fucking in the car like we’re teenagers.” I gave his dick a little squeeze, delighting at how it hardened under my touch.

For a moment I pretended it was a stick shift and made gear noises as I drove his cock.

“Kitten.” His voice went low and growly. Not an alpha growl, but tantalizing nevertheless.

Smirking, I returned my hands to my lap.

“Is that how you lost your virginity? In high school, in someone’s car? After the senior dance?” He placed his hand over mine.

“In the closet, at a fancy hotel, for my friend’s excellent eighteen party,” I laughed.

“I never got an excellent eighteen party. Dean’s was in his backyard. We had an open bar, fancy catering, and a DJ. We were hungover for a week. His poor mom,” he chuckled. “The places she found clothing.”

I could only imagine, having been to plenty of house parties. “Oh, I didn’t get one either—or anything when I finally awakened as an alpha. I was away for a fútbol game when it happened. We went to the club and got wasted. Dad took me to dinner at my favorite restaurant, but that was it.”

That hurt a little, since everyone seemed so disappointed in me for not staying a beta.

“Getting wasted at an away game sounds fun,” he laughed. “What about your sister? Does she want one?”

“Oh, yes. Mercy wants to rent out a club and throw a giant excellent eighteenth extravaganza. She hasn’t awakened yet, but it’s coming. What about you? When did you lose your virginity?” I asked, curious.

“We were fifteen. Dean brought me on his family vacation during winter break. I got sick, so instead of skiing, Dean would stay back in the cabin to take care of me while his parents hit the slopes. When I was feeling a little better, we took advantage of being completely alone.” His eyebrows waggled.

“Fuzzy rug in front of a roaring fire?” It sounded delightful.

“Pretty much. His awakening as an omega when we were at university was a surprise. Since we weren’t sure if it would hurt him being signed or his position on our team, we kept it a massive secret. He told his mom, but that was so she could help,” he told me.

“Was she okay with it?” I bit my lower lip. It was sad when the parents didn’t accept mine or Creed’s designations. It wasn’t as if we could help it.

“Dean’s mom’s an omega and was excited. When he was outed after we were already pro. His dad was fine with it, too. If anything, he was proud of him for not letting societal expectations dictate his dreams. But let’s not talk about Dean right now, unless, of course, you want to. He’s into you.” Grif winked as he drove.

“I’m a female alpha. That happens sometimes.” The default was male alphas and female omegas. Female alphas were even rarer than male omegas.

“That’s not why he’s into you, Kitten. I have to admit, I enjoy being the center of your attention. I like you. A lot,” he breathed, hand toying with the hem of my dress.

All the air left the car. This was only our first official date. At the same time, he was the first person I texted in the morning, the last I texted at night. On the days he was around the training complex I loved bumping into him. Sometimes he worked out late so that he’d see Mercy and me. Or he’d sit with me on the bleachers in the morning for a few moments and we’d cuddle.

With each passing day, it got more and more difficult to imagine life without him.

“I like you, too,” I breathed. Wherever we were going, I hoped we got there soon. I needed his body to crush mine as he speared me with his beauteous cock over and over until we exploded in ecstasy.

He exhaled sharply. “If my hand works under that dress, will your pretty pussy be soaking?”

“You know it is,” I smirked. Yeah, I was a sopping mess for that man.

His fingers slipped under the fabric. “No panties. You unravel me.”

They brushed the length of me. Withdrawing, he brought that hand to his mouth. Keeping his eyes on the road, he licked his fingers. “You're delicious.”

Could I ride him while he was driving? Probably not. I wasn’t as flexible as I used to be.

To keep my mind off whether or not fucking while driving was legal in New York, I checked in with Mercy, who was fine.

We entered a garage of a high rise and parked. Where were we going? A rooftop bar could be fun.

Putting my hand on the small of his back, we walked toward the elevators, my crutch making a soft thumping sound on the ground. He led me past the first bank of elevators to another bank and opened the far one with a key card.

My curiosity piqued.

“Where are we going?” There were no buttons. Was he taking me home?

He’d been over to my place, but I hadn’t gone to his. I’d also yet to meet AJ. It felt strange, but what did I know about functional packs?

The elevator doors closed. Grif pushed me against the wall. His warmth seared me as his mouth conquered mine. My arms tightened around him and I moaned.

About time.

His sweet kisses set every cell of mine on fire. The thrill of getting caught shot through me. If I pressed the stop button, would he take me now?

A ding interrupted us. Grif picked me up, crutch and all, and carried me out of the elevator. It was dark, but a warm, inviting light came on. His mouth was still on me, one hand cupped on my bare ass.

He placed me on a couch. A couch?

“No one’s home.” He leaned my crutch up against a chair, on which he put my purse and wrap. He removed my shoes and his, putting them on a rack by the door.

“Ooh, are you going to chase me through your house and ravish me where you catch me? Maybe give me a head start?” Delight rushed through me.

“Mmmm, no head start today.” His eyes glimmered.

He pounced. In one swift motion, I was on my knees on the cushions, facing the back of the giant sectional.

I could see the elevator. It opened straight to his living room like something out of a movie.

The place seemed airy and nicely appointed—not that I could see much in the dimness, but the sconces and art seemed tasteful. The sectional couch was full of throw pillows and even larger than mine, with ottomans that possibly pushed together to make it even bigger.

Grif’s rain, Dean’s snuggly sweater, and Jonas’ moss permeated the air, along with a fourth scent. Vetiver. That must be AJ. Oooh. I liked that, too.

And the view of the city...

His mouth grazed my neck, not kissing, but nibbling and sucking hard. A hand brushed my hair, trailing down my neck, then found the back of my dress. Slowly, he unzipped it, the other hand moving up my inner thigh, teasing my dripping, needy cunt with the lightest of caresses.

My eyes closed as he slid my dress off my body. Those teases and nibbles made me burn with desire. There was the sound of fabric being thrown, as deft fingers unhooked my strapless bra.

A hand pushed my ass up, helping me into a slightly higher position.

“That doesn’t hurt your leg, does it?” His hot breath caressed my neck as two fingers entered me.

I gasped in need. My pussy sucked them in as if to say welcome, we’ve been expecting you. Arching my back, I angled my pelvis a little more.

“I’m fine for now. Yellow when I’m not.” I pushed a pillow over to help support myself.

“Perfect. You're so wet for me. All I can think of is how needy you must have been throughout dinner.” His fingers took on a languid pace.

I didn’t want to take things slow. I moved my hips, trying to quicken his motions.

A hand smacked my ass cheek, the crack ricocheting through the room. The pain went straight to my clit as wetness trickled down my thigh.

“You like that, Kitten?” He nipped my neck. “Does that turn you on? Does your sweet ass long to be spanked?”

“You know it does. Spank me, Tiger,” I moaned.

One hand swatted my ass, making me clench. His fingers left my pussy, which howled in longing. Those fingers, glistening with my juices, brushed my lips. “Taste yourself.”

I sucked on his fingers, pretending they were his dick.

“Good girl.” He knelt behind me. “I don’t think I got enough dessert.”

Grif buried his face between my legs. His fingers slammed into me, working me good as he sucked on my clit.

“Grif,” I cried, body bucking as he nipped me. My insides fluttered.

“That’s it. I love it when I make you come. Do you need to be filled?” he whispered between licks, his fingers still pulsing in and out of my needy pussy.

“Oh, yes,” I moaned. “Fill me up.”

His tongue swirled around my clit, another moan escaping my lips.

“Where? Would you like to take my dick in your sweet mouth again? Or do you want me in your pussy? Or maybe...” His fingers brushed my asshole. “Maybe it’s that hot ass that needs to be taken. I’d love to come all over it—and those tits.”

I clenched hard around his fingers. “Fill every hole. Come all over me. Just call me your little cum-dumpster.”

“What was that, Kitten?” His voice took on that low, growly cadence again. I squirmed with need. The hand on my hip grabbed my chin hard, fingers digging into my chin, forcing me to look at him as he peered around me.

I met his gaze, unashamed. “Every one of my holes is yours.”

“What. Was. That. Kitten?” The hand slid down until it was around my throat like a necklace. It squeezed slightly as his hand left my pussy and connected with my ass.

The sharp stinging made a smile unfurl across my face.

“I’m your little cum-dumpster, Tiger.” I batted my eyelashes. Rail me right now.

“You fucking undo me.” His pants hit the floor, as did his jacket, tie, and briefs. Wearing only his button down, he rolled up his sleeves.

I gushed. Why was that so hot?

He unrolled a condom over his hard cock.

Getting back up on the wide couch, his arms wrapped around me. That cock slammed into my pussy. I gasped. His mouth latched onto my neck. One hand toyed with my nipple, rolling it with his fingers as he pounded into me.

Mmmm, exactly what I needed.

“Take it. Take all of me,” he panted, bottoming out in me with every single stroke.

Oh, I would.

“Your cock feels so good inside me,” I groaned, holding onto the couch. My hip twinged slightly, but I brushed it off.

The hand on my nipple lowered, massaging my clit, bringing me toward my apex.

“Yes, yes, please.” I tilted my head so I could kiss him. The taste of me filled my mouth as I kissed him.

My pussy muscles spasmed, warning me that I was not only close to orgasm, but wanted to lock.

“Should I lock you? Or would you like me to hold back?” I breathed.

“Lock me, Gorgeous.” His lips slammed into me again, as did his cock, as he continued to take me hard and fast.

I clenched down on his dick, hard, as the orgasm ripped through my body. “Grif.”

“Oh, Kitten.” His own body trembled.

Our entwined bodies tumbled onto the couch, him spooning me.

“That was fantastic,” I murmured, a little aftershock shooting through me as his hand brushed my breast.

He got comfortable behind me, arms tight. I felt like I was floating on a warm, soft cloud. My hip and leg twinged a little more.

Grif didn’t have much of a refractory period. About the time my lock was done, which was only a few moments, he’d be ready to go again.

My pussy finally unclenched. Slipping out of me, he carried me out of the living room.

“You might need to clean that couch,” I whispered, spying a balcony off that incredible view in the open kitchen and dining area.

“Clean it? That’s going to be Dean’s favorite spot until the scent fades.” He grinned, the corners of his eyes crinkling.

I could see that. But I didn’t want to make anyone else uncomfortable.

We went down the hall and past several open doors. I got glimpses of things. A den. A bedroom with an art desk and large windows.

The dark room we entered smelled of Dean and Grif. Moonlight spilled onto the oversized window seat. The messy bed wasn’t quite pack-sized, but definitely enough for a couple of alphas.

He brought me into the spacious bathroom and set me gently on the closed toilet lid. Grif made quick work of the condom. I saw some folded washcloths and got one, holding it up to him to ensure it wasn’t decoration.

When he nodded, I turned on the faucet. Taking the washcloth, I carefully washed his face and beard, cleaning it of my juices. I lowered myself so I could wash his cock.

He looked beautiful in only a white button down, his eyes gleaming in the way only someone satisfied could. His scent had intensified with desire and exertion—which I adored.

Running the cloth back under the water, he squeezed out the excess, then ran it along my pussy. He swept me off my feet and returned to his room.

I saw a chair, as well as a bookshelf filled with photos, memorabilia, books, and action figures. Something hung in the corner. A hammock chair, maybe?

Grif laid me down on the bed and I fell into the sumptuous softness of the rumpled plaid comforter. He took off his shirt.

“Ride me, Gorgeous.” He opened the drawer of his nightstand and handed me a condom. Then he laid down in the center of the large bed, on top of the covers.

My leg twinged as I straddled him. Tearing the condom open with my teeth, I made a show of rolling it down his cock. I licked my fingers, then ran them over my pussy, my other hand running over my breasts.

My breath came out in a hiss as I moved the wrong way.

“Are you okay?” He sat up on his elbows, concern in his voice and scent.

I grimaced. “Yellow. We might have to save our cowgirl dreams for another day. I really want to ride you.”

Please you. Disappointment rang through me.

“That’s fine. Another time,” he soothed. Grif drew me closer to him, his hand rubbing my hip and upper thigh. “I have an idea. Ever been railed in a sex swing?” His eyes gleamed as he rolled over and turned on one of the bedside lamps.

“No, but I’m willing to try.” A sex swing? I’d only read about them.

Grif picked me up and placed me in the hammock-chair thing in the corner.

“I got this one time when I was injured and fell in love with it. It’ll help take the weight off, but we can still have some fun,” he told me, helping adjust everything.

My pussy wept as I imagined what shenanigans we could get up to.

“Comfortable?” He fixed the height so my pussy was right at his hard and ready dick.

“Very.” I felt nice and secure in the swing. Safe. No twinges.

“Do you want me to play with you or would you just like to fuck?” he offered, eyes devouring my naked body.

“Green. Rail me like you’re driving that hot sports car of yours on a road with no speed limit,” I told him.

Grabbing onto the straps on the swing, he slid right into me, filling me.

I gasped as he entered me hard and fast. This time, it hit different. Literally. He got my sweet spot over and over, sending tiny tremors through my body.

My breath hitched, then came out in little pants as I squeezed him tight. Divine.

He shifted his position slightly. An orgasm shot through me as my pussy fluttered.

“That’s it, fall apart,” he whispered, continuing to pound me. “You look so pretty in my swing.”

“It feels so good, you fuck me so good,” I moaned, loving every moment.

“One day, Dean can join us. He’ll touch you while I fuck you.” His voice was growly again and sweat rolled down his brow.

The idea of the handsome, sweet goalie’s hands touching my clit, his lips caressing my breast, while Grif fucked me, made wetness trickle down my thigh.

He didn’t slow the pace. His desire flooded the room, igniting my desire, my baser alpha instincts.

“Grif,” I screamed, as I shattered into a million little pieces. Another orgasm consumed me until only pleasure remained.

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