Puck Princess (Houston Scythes Hockey #2)

29. Callie

29

CALLIE

“I love having friends over,” Owen says, finally closing the front door on the last of our moving helpers for the day.

As much as I appreciated the real-life game of Tetris they played with old and new couches, I was ready for everyone to leave hours ago. Around the time Spencer appeared, actually.

Owen turns to me and runs a hand through his messy hair. “But you know what I love more?”

“When they leave?”

“See?” He puts his arms around me and pulls me in for a kiss. “This is why I needed you living with me. You get me, Callie Coleman.”

His lips are soft, and watching him lug furniture around all day gave me way too much time to ogle his body. But even Owen’s body can’t overcome nature.

I pull away from him, plugging my nose. “We need showers. Bad.”

He gives himself a sniff. “If you wanted shower sex, you could’ve just said so.”

“That’s not what I said!” I feign annoyance and swat at him. “You’re grosser than you are after a hockey game, and I look like I crawled out of a swamp. Look at my hair.”

He comes up behind me and kisses me on the neck. “You’re delicious.”

“If you think that now, just wait until I smell like warm vanilla sugar.” I duck away from a kiss and head towards the bathroom.

I hear his heavy footsteps trailing behind me and can’t stop myself from smiling.

It’s only day one of living together, and I think it’s already going well.

Spencer showing up put a damper on the whole affair. I’m not sure I’ll ever get used to seeing him regularly. Kennedy sure hasn’t. The second he showed up, she went back to her apartment. I wished I could do the same. But then, I didn’t have to. Owen kicked Spencer out of our house.

Actually, he practically dragged him out by his ear.

It was even hotter than all the furniture lifting, and, whether I admit it or not, I’ve also been waiting for this moment alone with him for hours.

Owen turns the shower on, and I reach for the hem of my shirt. But before I can peel it off, he snags me around the waist and pulls me into the shower with him, clothes and all.

“Owen!” I shriek. “What are you doing?”

“You. In the shower. If you stop fighting me.” He punctuates each sentence with a kiss on my neck, my jawline, my mouth.

“But our clothes!”

“Logistical details.” His white shirt is plastered to his washboard abs. It’s almost a shame to see him lift the shirt over his head.

Our lips lock, and he wrestles with my wet sports bra. It’s the only time it’s ever taken more than a flick of his fingers to have me naked. “How in the actual fuck?—”

“This is what happens when you pull people into the shower fully clothed,” I point out, fighting with the waistband of my leggings.

Together, we manage to peel my bra off. Immediately, his hungry mouth finds my breasts.

I gasp, clenching his hand in my fists. “Owen…”

“What? Are you afraid you’re going to get wet?”

“I’m afraid that I’m going to need more, and I still have my pants on.” I gasp as his tongue works wonders on my sensitive nipples.

“Say no more.” He grins and hooks his fingers under the waistband of my leggings. It’s easier said than done to get them off, though, and he swears under his breath. “I have a clothed sex kink, and I thought it would be hot!”

“And is it?”

His eyes drag up to me, a challenge written there. “I don’t know, Callie. Is it?”

Without warning—and with my pants still half on, half off—he presses his thumb to my clit and slips two fingers inside of me.

I fall against the tile with a gasp.

He wastes no time teasing me and gets right to the point, rubbing and flicking as I fall apart in his very capable hands.

He kisses me deeply enough to snatch my soul from my body. I whimper into his mouth as my knees give out. We slide down the wall together, our lips never losing contact.

As I sit on the floor of the shower, half-clothed, completely unraveling, Owen licks his fingers clean and stands up.

“That’ll teach you to doubt me.” He turns towards the water to wash his hair and face. I enjoy the view of him from the floor for a few seconds before I find the energy to slip out of my pants and rise onto my knees.

“What are you do?—”

The question is lost to the steam when I take the length of him into my mouth.

“Oh fuck!” He braces his hands on the wall while I suck him deeper and deeper until I know he can feel my throat around him.

He curls his fingers into my hair, and I pull back slightly so I can use my mouth and hand at the same time. I stroke the length of him, teasing him with the tip of my tongue.

“I am going to come if you keep doing that…” He swallows hard.

“What? This?” I tease him again, stroking harder. I can feel the release building in him, from the tensing of his lower abs to the shaking of his quads as he grows even harder in my mouth.

“Oh, fuck!”

I angle him so I can swallow effortlessly.

By the time I slow down and pull the length of him from my mouth, there isn’t a drop left to clean up. Owen literally falls to his knees next to me, his chest rising and falling jaggedly as he comes back to earth.

He brings a hand to my cheek, narrowing his eyes at me. “Moving in together might be a big mistake. I’m not sure we’ll ever sleep again.”

We kiss until the water starts to go cold.

Afterward, we bundle up together in bed, his arm around my shoulders and my head on his chest. Our fingers are laced together as we talk.

“I can’t believe we are really doing this,” he says, his voice low and soft.

“Which part?” There's a smorgasbord of unbelievable options to choose from. Moving in together? Dating for real? Having a baby?

“All of it.”

I smile, massaging the rough palm of his hand with my thumb. “Does it scare you?”

He thinks about it. “Yes and no. I know I want this. But whether or not I’ll be good at this… That’s something else.”

As much as my life feels unstable—everything so uncertain from my job to how I’m going to juggle being a mom in a very new relationship—the one thing I don’t question at all is Owen.

I lift my head and look down at him. The room is dim aside from the city lights. His skin is a silvery blue in the moonlight coming through the blinds. But I want to look into his eyes when I say these next words.

“Your childhood and the demons you’ve fought in the past are the reason you are cut out for this, Owen.” He swallows hard, but I keep going. “You were dealt a shitty hand in life, but you rose above it. You took what should’ve been a negative and turned it into your biggest strength. You take care of the people around you. You do it with everyone—the team, your sister, your friends, me and the baby. You have nothing to worry about. You’re going to be a great dad.”

He raises his hand, stroking my face and smoothing my hair back. Even as he smiles, I can tell he doesn’t believe it just yet. If this is the one place in his life where Owen Sharpe doubts himself, I’m all too happy to be his hype woman.

He may not believe it, but I’ve seen the truth. As he shows me more of who he is, I know he’s not just the man I want to raise this baby with, but he’s the man I want to spend my life with.