Puck Princess (Houston Scythes Hockey #2)

15. Owen

15

OWEN

“Remind me again why we can’t make love in my new car?” I ask as we walk into the apartment complex.

“Because it’s a sports car the size of a jellybean. I don’t think there’s room to make a sandwich, let alone make love.”

“Okay, first of all, no food in my car. Ever. Period. And second, you underestimate my ability to do the dirty in tight places. I happen to be a member of the Mile High Club.”

“Sex in the world’s smallest, least sanitary bathroom. I love that for you.”

Callie is salty as ever right now, but I have plans to turn that frown upside down. Earlier, I got cock-blocked by the threat of people walking in at the arena. Now, it’s parking lot cameras and the laws of physics, but the second we are in my apartment, nothing is going to stop me.

I’ve missed her. I thought her being back at the arena everyday would mean seeing her more, but between running drills, watching tape, and paying for the way I stood up to Coach in front of the whole team about the Callie situation, we’ve barely seen each other.

As soon as we are inside, I toss my keys aside and reach for her. But she ducks out of my grasp.

“I have to pee.”

“You sure know how to set the mood,” I grumble, even though the mood was set the second I walked in her office. My dick is so tight in my pants, it might rip the seams.

“The only mood I’m setting is one where I don’t pee my pants.”

What does it say about me that I love when she plays hard to get? Probably that I can’t resist a challenge.

“So, I was thinking, Thai food sounds so—” Callie opens the bathroom door, and before she can finish the sentence, I grab her hand and yank her down the hall.

She shrieks in surprise. “What do you think you are doing?”

“You nearly jumped me in your office,” I say, kissing my way down her throat. “Then you rubbed all of this against all of this .” I gesture at her and then myself. “And then you made every excuse in the book for not letting me fuck you into next week. Well, guess what, sweetheart? The book is out the window, and I want to hear you say my name.”

I pick her up and toss her onto the bed—gently, of course—before crawling on top of her.

I kiss her the way I wanted to in her office, parting her lips with my tongue until she moans and wraps her legs around me. My hand wanders under her shirt to spread across her warm skin, and I smile into the kiss.

It’s go time…

“Hello?” We are aggressively ripped out of the moment when a third voice that should not be in my house echoes down the hall. “Anyone home?”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” I groan under my breath.

My hand is on Callie’s breast and my sister is ten feet away. Not how I saw tonight going.

“You didn’t lock the door?” Callie whispers.

“She has a key.”

I hear footsteps in the hallway, so I hop up and change my tone from completely irritated to something close to inviting. “Hey, sis! Just a sec.”

I turn back to Callie. She’s propped up on her elbows, looking as delicious as ever (because fuck my life). I jab a warning finger at her. “This isn’t over yet.”

I walk into the kitchen and find Summer slipping out of her shoes, holding Nicky on her hip.

“What are you doing here?”

And how quickly can I convince you to leave?

“Oh, I was just getting lonely. Infants aren’t great company. Plus, with the way you all are America’s least sports-focused hockey team of all time, I thought maybe there would be some reality television-level drama you could fill me in on. Almost kill any of your teammates this week?”

“Nice to see you too, Summer.”

Callie appears from the hallway, looking only a little disheveled. It’s a painful reminder of what I should be doing right now.

“Hey Summer! How are you?”

“In need of a drink.”

“Nicky looks so cute in his yellow duck onesie,” Callie coos.

“You think so? That’s his fourth outfit today. With the way he spits up, the kid should try out for the new Exorcist movie, I swear to God.”

With that, she hands Nicky to Callie, the diaper bag to me, and heads to the kitchen to scavenge for alcohol.

I shake my head, silently apologizing to Callie. But she’s unfazed. In fact, she’s all smiles as she bounces and sways with a drooling, gurgling Nicky in her arms.

I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t sexy as all get out.

I never thought I wanted to be a dad. Mostly because I never assumed I’d be a good one. But between watching Callie with my nephew—a baby I love more fiercely than I ever knew I could—and watching her body swell with our child, well… my perspective has changed.

Summer sips on a hastily-made vodka and Sprint. “So, what are you guys up to tonight?”

“Actually, Callie and I were just about to?—”

“Order Thai food!” Callie cuts me off quickly, jabbing me in the side with her free hand.

“Yeah. Thai food,” I drone flatly. “That’s exactly what I am in the mood for.”

Callie shoots me a look to kill, but Summer doesn’t even notice.

“Hell yeah, I could go for some drunken noodles.” She plops down on the couch.

My sister really knows how to make herself at home. I’d love if I could convince her to do that in her home. The one I got for her. The one I wasn’t trying to fuck my girlfriend in two minutes ago.

I set the diaper bag on the kitchen counter and pull out my phone. “Thai food it is.”

“I’ll take some chicken lettuce wraps,” Callie says, completely enamored by Nicky, who is babbling as she kisses him.

I want to be shallow and pouty right now, but goddammit , she’s adorable with him.

Half an hour later, we’re all sitting in the living room, eating and watching Nicky roll around on the floor. As much as I liked Plan A for this evening, Plan B isn’t so bad. It’s kind of nice just to hang out with family.

But it’s still hard to be around my sister without there being a big elephant in the room.

“Have you heard any more about the Miles situation?” I ask.

Summer finishes chewing. “Well, I got a temporary restraining order.”

“Why only temporary?” I ask. “Also, why isn’t he in jail?”

“We don’t have enough evidence to put him behind bars. And it’s only temporary because I’m going to have it lifted after I work some things out with a lawyer. I just have to find a good one.”

“I have one. I’ll call him tomorrow. But why would you lift it?”

“At first, I didn’t want him to have anything to do with us. He never wanted me to have Nicky and even threatened me when I said I wouldn’t get an abortion. It’s why I was in hiding for so long. But now, knowing how much money he has and how fucked he is legally because of all the other allegations against him, I figure the power is in my hands, and I should use it. I want him to pay. I want child support. I want him to take responsibility for his actions.”

“Good for you.” Callie’s tone is sharp, and I know all of this has to be bringing up difficult stuff for her too. Her ex is still out there somewhere, lurking in the shadows and planning his next move to hurt her. Not that I’ll ever let that happen.

Nicky crawls to Summer, and she scoops him up like she hasn’t seen him all day. A bowl of Thai noodles is all it took to reset her patience. “Besides all that, we are doing good. Really good, actually. And we owe it all to the both of you.”

“We hardly did anything.” Callie curls her legs under her and leans against my side. The feel of her against me eases every nerve in my body.

“And you will never owe me anything, Summer. I’ll always take care of you and Nicky, even if Miles doesn’t. You know that.”

“That’s because you’re a better man than he is,” Callie says. I put my arm around her and kiss her on the cheek.

Nicky whimpers, getting restless in Summer’s arms.

She stands up. “Well, between you two canoodling and Nicky getting fussy, I should head home. But thank you for dinner.”

“Anytime,” I say.

“Seriously,” Callie doubles down. “Come by anytime. You don’t even have to knock.”

As soon as Summer shuts the door, I turn to Callie. “Really? She doesn’t even have to knock?”

“ Mi casa es her casa . Actually—” She drums a finger on her chin. “—I’ve been thinking we should get a third roommate. It could be a commune vibe. One big bed in the living room, no walls. Community living at its finest.”

Callie smirks. And she is in so much trouble.

I close the space between us in a single bound and grab her around the waist.

“What’s the matter? Don’t you like that idea?” she squeals as I carry her down the hallway and into the bathroom.

I lower her to the floor, her body sliding down the length of mine as I reach around her to turn on the water. “The problem is that I want you all to myself.”

She bites back a smile, tsking me playfully. “Sharing is caring.”

I strip her out of her clothes and back her into the shower. I run my hands down the curve of her body, resting against her hips. “You’ll change your mind once I show you how much I care, Callie.”

I’m ready to eat her alive, but Callie closes her eyes, tilting her head back. “God, the water feels amazing. I’m really tense.”

“Maybe I can help with that.”

She smiles, her eyes still closed. “You think so?”

“I know so.” I kiss her mouth until she melts against me. And then kiss her some more until she’s rigid, arched against me in a way that says she wants more. Needs more.

I press her back to the wall and lift one of her legs. With my other hand, I run my thumb over her clit and slide two fingers inside her.

“Oh, fuck me…” she moans.

“In a minute,” I breathe against her mouth. “First, I want to make you come all over my hand.”

“You think you can make me come twice?” she asks breathily.

I don’t just think , I plan on it.

I let out a gritty chuckle. “If that was a challenge, I accept it.”

I thrust my fingers in and out of her, feeling the way she’s ready for me. As her legs start to tremble and her nails dig into my back, I pick up the pace. I work my thumb between her legs and curl my fingers in a come here motion until Callie cries out. She arches against the tile and then falls against my chest. I catch her in my arms before she can collapse on the floor.

“I don’t know if I can stand anymore…” she whimpers.

“Then kneel.” I flip her around onto her hands and knees, silently thank the realtor for suggesting the apartment with the bigger shower, and then drop down behind her. I pull her hips against me, sliding myself deep into her until we both moan.

“My God, Callie.” I drop my head back with a groan. “You feel so fucking good.”

“You were complaining about the interruption earlier, but do you want to know something?” She presses her ass harder against my hips.

I don’t think I’m capable of knowing anything right now. Everything that isn’t fucking this woman until she screams my name is fuzzy. But I hum. “Uh-huh.”

She circles against me before sliding all the way to the very tip and stopping. She looks back over her shoulder, a wicked smile on her face. “I think you like being teased.”

With that, she lowers herself onto me again, and I’m forced to admit, the woman has a point. But the time for teasing is over.

I hold her waist and slam into her again and again.

She places her hands flat on the tile in front of her. “Owen, don’t stop. Make me come again.”

I couldn’t stop if I wanted to.

I need this.

I lied to her about it being a really good day. It was a terrible day until I saw her. Santos is trying to force his way into being the new face of the team. Even if he wasn’t flashing his daddy’s money and trying to show me up on the ice, the kid makes my skin crawl. I want him off the team, but I’m already on thin ice with Coach.

But knowing I get to come home to Callie—knowing I end the day inside of her, beside her—it’s all I need.

“Callie,” I grit out. I’m so close. I can feel her fluttering around me, squeezing the orgasm out of me with her own.

And when she arches her back and clenches around me, I shatter.

I’m in a dreamless sleep when the bed shakes.

I’m drowsy, confused. Then I hear Callie cry out.

In an instant, I’m up and wide awake. I reach across the bed and find her still sleeping next to me. Her hair is spread across her pillow, one hand tucked under her cheek.

She’s fucking perfect, and I start to wonder if I wasn’t dreaming it all, after all.

Then her face creases. She murmurs in her sleep and tosses violently. I have to dodge a flying fist.

I wrap my arm around her, pulling her close. “Callie, wake up.”

She cries out again before her eyes flutter open. They’re red-rimmed and swollen. Her cheeks are wet.

I brush the tears away. “Baby, what’s wrong?”

“Bad dream,” she croaks. “A really bad dream.”

She’s sniffling, her chest hitching as she tries to calm down. I hush her. “What was it about?”

She shakes her head and buries her face against my chest. “Please don’t leave me.”

“I won’t.” I kiss her on the forehead.

“You promise?” she whimpers.

“Of course, I do. I swear it.”

She sniffles again, choking back a sob before she drifts back to sleep.

I hold her and don’t fall back to sleep for a very long time.