Pucking Only (Night Hawks Hockey #2)

Chapter Thirteen Crossing the Line

CHAPTER THIRTEEN: CROSSING THE LINE

SKYLER

As Carson continues to approach, I can’t help but stare at him with wide, stunned eyes. Has he been waiting for me to get home? The thought should infuriate me, and it does, but I also feel a strange flutter deep in my stomach that I try to ignore. I can’t help but notice how his clenched fists make the muscles in his forearms bulge, or how tight his shirt is across his broad chest.

Damn it…why does such an infuriating asshole always have to look so good?

Coming to a stop in front of me, he gazes down into my eyes and doesn’t say anything for several moments. I stare right back up at him, totally at a loss for words.

After a few more seconds, I blink and snap out of my daze.

“What are you doing here?” I demand to know, my voice sharp.

“How was your date?” he asks, his voice a rough growl.

I furrow my brow. “That’s really none of your business.”

His eyes flash as he clenches his jaw so hard, a muscle ticks in his cheek. “If you’re dating one of my teammates, it’s my business. ”

Rolling my eyes, I snap, “What will it take to get you to leave me alone? I’ve already told you, you aren’t my brother. You’re not my ex. You have no say over who I hang out with or what I do.” I’m seriously two seconds away from stomping my foot like a toddler. This is ridiculous.

“I don’t need you causing any trouble with my friends,” he growls, taking a step closer to me. I refuse to step back, though. He may be intimidating to others, but I saw him stick a pencil up his nose when we were in preschool because he thought it was funny. This man is not intimidating in the least. “My team has a solid bond and I don’t need you coming in and weakening it.”

What is he saying? He’s not making sense. As if I could weaken his team’s bond or whatever he wants to call it. If he wasn’t being such an overprotective ass, I’d tell him that Zander and I aren’t going on a second date. I keep that bit of info to myself. Carson can stew in his unfounded concerns for a little while longer. If we’re going to keep having this little chat, I don’t want to do it in the hallway where anyone can witness this stupid drama.

I look to the left and right, scanning the corridor before turning to the door and unlocking it.

“Are you just going to ignore me now–” he starts.

Before he can finish speaking, I open the door, grab the front of his shirt, and yank him inside the apartment with me.

“What are you doing?” he demands to know as I slam the door shut behind us.

Turning, I fold my arms and give him a narrow-eyed glare. “I don’t want to cause a scene in the hallway, since this is Grace’s apartment and I don’t want to make things awkward for her. Plus, we can’t let all the neighbors know how crazy you are. If we’re going to keep arguing, we might as well do it behind closed doors. ”

He scowls at that. “We don’t have to argue, you know. We could try to have a calm, civil conversation for once.”

I scoff. “You’re the one who was clearly waiting for me and approached me the moment I got to my door just to growl at me. And how dare you even think I would ruin your ‘team bond’ or whatever it is you think I’m doing? Do you accuse every girl that any of your teammates date of the same thing? Did you accuse Grace?”

Gnashing his teeth together, he throws up his hands in frustration and exclaims, “I don’t know how the fuck to talk to you! It’s as if nothing I say or do doesn’t piss you off!”

Glancing away, I do my best to hide my reaction to his words. He’s not wrong. There is a part of me that wants to piss him off so that he doesn’t get too close to me and potentially break my heart again. There’s no way I can admit that. It would be too humiliating.

“I just want you to leave me alone,” I hiss. “That’s it. Keep your nose out of my business and stop treating me like I’m your little sister. I’m not! I don’t need you to protect me or whatever it is you think you’re doing.”

“I’m not trying to protect you,” he insists.

“Then what are you doing?” I ask, exasperated. “Why do you care so much about who I go out with?”

He doesn’t answer right away and once more, we end up just staring at each other for several more seconds. Clenching and unclenching my fists at my sides, I reach the end of my patience. If he doesn’t want to answer me and give me a real explanation, fine. I don’t have to put up with him and his nonsense.

With a sigh and a shake of my head, I start to turn away but he reaches out and grabs my wrist, stopping me. Confused, I look back up at him and my stomach flutters at the intense look in his eyes .

“Carson…?”

He suddenly yanks me toward him and his mouth comes crashing down on mine in a rough kiss. I bring my hands up and lay them against his chest, but I don’t push him away. As if acting of their own accord, my fingers curl into his shirt and I cling to him. He wraps his arms around me and drags his tongue along the seam of my lips, silently urging me to part them. When I do, he sweeps his tongue into my mouth to tangle with mine.

What the hell? What are we doing? We shouldn’t be doing this. I should stop him.

But I can’t. It feels too good, and it’s been so long since anyone has touched me…

And damn it, I just know Carson’s gotta be a good fuck.

Carson reaches down and grabs me by the thighs, picking me up off my feet. Instinctively, I wrap my legs around his waist and cling to him as he carries me through the apartment and to the couch in the living room area. Before I can fully comprehend what’s going on, he sits on the couch with me settled on his lap.

“Carson,” I gasp, when he grips my ass in both his hands.

“Fuck,” he growls. “It feels so good to finally have you in my arms.”

Wait, what? Finally? What does that mean…?

He yanks me down into another kiss and all thought leaves my head. All I can focus on is how good his kiss is and the unmistakable bulge pressing between my legs. I shiver as a deep, dark hunger unfurls within me.

Carson slides his hands up my back to the zipper of my dress and drags it down. When he touches my bare skin, I whimper. My eyes close as I tilt my head back, savoring his touch. He presses his lips to my collarbone before working my dress off my shoulders and bunching it down around my waist. He gazes down at my breasts, plumped up in a lacy peach bra. Carson stares at them for so long that I start to feel self-conscious.

“Fuck, Star,” he says, sounding a little breathless. “You are so damn perfect.”

“Shut up,” I murmur, my cheeks flushing as I fight not to grin, and fail.

He looks up and he uses the pad of his thumb to trace my bottom lip. My chest shudders at the contact and he smirks. Without a word, he captures my lips once again in a hungry kiss.

His fingers find the clasp of my bra and with a single swift motion, undoes it and tosses the lacy garment away.

“Look at your pretty pink nipples.” Leaning back, he takes in the sight of my bare breasts before cupping them. He kneads them and pinches my nipples. I groan. My breasts have never been so sensitive before. My nipples grow hard and eager and I’m getting so wet I start to worry I’ll soak through my panties.

I whimper and press back against him, desperate for more contact. His hands leave my chest and grip my hips, guiding me to grind against him in a slow, torturous rhythm. Heat spirals through my belly, tightening with every movement.

“Carson,” I pant, gripping his shoulders tight enough to bruise. “Oh God, Carson.”

“That’s right, baby. You feel how hard I’m getting for you? You want this cock?”

The answer leaves my mouth with no hesitation.“Yes.”

He growls, a deep, animalistic sound that sends shivers down my spine. Wrapping his arm around my waist, he suddenly tosses me down onto my back on the couch and moves to kneel over me. His hands are suddenly everywhere; on my waist, skimming up the sides of my breasts, teasing at the hollow of my throat.

I cry out when Carson drops his mouth to my neck, nipping and licking at the sensitive skin. It’s all too much — his hands, his mouth, the hardness pressing insistently between my legs. I feel as though I’m spiraling out of control and in desperation I dig my nails into his broad shoulders.

Grabbing hold of my dress, he drags it off me completely, leaving me in just my panties. Leaning back, he pulls off his shirt, giving me a full view of his deliciously chiseled torso. I let my eyes sweep over the ridges of his muscles and the dusting of dark hair leading down to his waistband. I reach out a shaky hand, tracing a line down his chest, following the trail leading lower to the large bulge in the front of his sweatpants. His skin is warm under my fingers and he shivers at my touch.

His hands are back on me then, running up my thighs, fingers skimming along the edge of the lacy fabric of my panties before slipping them off me. Tossing them aside, he admires the view for a moment before leaning down to press kisses along my inner thigh. Each caress of his lips against my skin sparks electricity inside me that zings straight to my core.

"Oh my God," I murmur as he ventures higher. My jaw clenches as his mouth presses against me, his tongue dragging along my hot folds.

I squeal as pleasure shoots through me, the intensity catching me off guard, the sound bouncing off the high ceilings and echoing throughout the apartment.

“Oh, you like that, huh?” Carson chuckles and I can feel the smirk against my sensitive skin as he continues to tease me, fingers stroking where his lips have just been. My breath comes out in deep pants, my chest rising and falling with each rapid breath. My hands find his hair and hold him even closer .

His teasing is relentless, driving me mad with pleasure. The son of a bitch is taking his sweet time, but I am a ticking time bomb — ready to explode at any second. He knows it too, the smug bastard.

"Carson," I moan in frustration, my hips bucking up into his touch.

"Yes?" His voice is so low, so commanding that it sends another wave of pleasure coursing through me.

"Stop teasing me! Fuck me already!"

The asshole throws his head back and laughs before saying, “All right, all right. Have a little patience, will you? Geez.”

I smack his shoulder, irritation mixing with my lust. He switches his attention from me for a moment to pull down his sweats and boxers, rolling on a condom he pulls from his pocket before lying back down between my legs. My heart flutters at the sight of him naked before me, his cock huge and hard, ready to do what we've been aching to do since he picked me up in his arms.

He takes hold of me, lifting one of my legs to rest on his shoulder. I feel him press the head of his cock against my entrance and I cry out as he slides in slowly, inch-by-inch, until he's completely inside me.

"Look at me," Carson commands.

“Don’t tell me what to do,” I snarl, but I open my eyes to find him staring at me intently as he begins to move inside me. The pleasure is almost too much as I watch him thrust into me harder and faster. I release a low moan as he hits that sweet spot inside of me again and again. His rhythm is relentless now, the couch creaking under us with every powerful thrust. I clutch his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin as he brings me closer to the edge .

"Carson," I gasp, my body trembling beneath him. "I'm so close… I’m… I’m going to cum..."

“That’s right, baby,” he hisses. “This cock’s going to make you cum hard, isn’t it?”

“Not if you keep talking!”

His rhythm becomes even more frantic as he leans over me, one hand moving to trace circles on my clit. The blissful overload of sensation is too much for me to handle and with a shuddering moan, I come undone around him. He follows my lead, his own orgasm taking over.

“Fuck! Star!”

He collapses against me, both of us panting and sweaty from our passion.

We don’t say anything for several long moments, and as I start to catch my breath, clarity begins to settle over me. Oh, shit…what have I done? What have we done? I just had sex with Carson!

He tenses and then slowly pulls out of me. When he meets my gaze, his eyes are wide and he looks as shocked as I feel.

"Um…are you okay?" he mutters awkwardly.

I nod hastily.

“I’m okay.” I squeak out. “I mean…I’m not in any pain, if that’s what you mean.”

Shit, why do I sound so nervous?

Swallowing, he replies, “Good. That’s good… um, I’m going to go to the bathroom. Gotta, you know, clean up.”

“Sure. You know where it is.”

This is so weird! He gets up and hurries down the hall and once he’s out of sight, I jump to my feet and scramble to get my clothes. Shit, shit, shit! This is bad. What is wrong with me? I fucked Carson!

My mind scrambles to come up with some explanation for what just happened. It’s been awhile since I’ve slept with anyone, right? Yes. The horniness just took over. It’s not my fault he’s so damn hot!

When he returns from the bathroom, I’m sitting on my couch, having hastily dressed, and I look up at him, my heart hammering in my chest. He gives me a crooked smile and rubs the back of his head looking even more nervous than before.

“So, I guess, uh, I should probably get going,” he says, clearing his throat. “It’s late.”

I nod, wanting to get out of this awkwardness as quickly as possible.

“Yeah it is,” I agree. “You’ve probably got a busy day tomorrow…I know I’ve got to work…”

“Right.” He puts his hands on his hips, and then seems to remember he’s still naked, practically diving for his pants. As he yanks them on, he continues, “I’ll, uh, see you later then.”

“Yep, see you later.”

Grabbing his shirt, he turns and hurries to the door as if someone’s lit a match under his ass. He glances back at me once more before he slips out of the apartment, and once the door shuts behind him, I slap my hands over my face and groan, sinking back against the couch.

Fuck. What am I going to do now?