Scoring with the Wrong Twin (Ice Chronicles Hockey #2)

33. Savannah

33

Savannah

After we’re settled in and I’ve unpacked the essentials I brought with me, I realize just how quiet the cottage feels. Cozy, yes, but quiet.

I stand in the middle of the small living room, glancing at Blaze, who’s lounging in the recliner like it’s a throne. His cocky smirk makes it impossible not to roll my eyes. “So, what now? You’re officially back home. No firewood to chop, no tractors to lift. How are we going to survive this wild night?”

Before he can reply, reality calls. Specifically, my growling stomach.

I glance toward his kitchen and groan. “Blaze, when’s the last time someone checked your fridge? Or did the hospital feed you so well you just gave up on grocery shopping altogether?”

He grins lazily, still sprawled on the couch, his hair deliciously mussed from my fingers. “I’ve been a little busy, you know, with that whole near-death experience.”

I roll my eyes, heading to the kitchen anyway, just to confirm what I already guessed. Empty shelves. Condiments that probably haven’t been touched in years. A single carton of milk that I don’t even want to open.

“Good news,” I call out. “I found enough in here to make us some toast. But you’d better like it dry.”

Blaze chuckles behind me, the sound low and warm. “Toast is for breakfast. Pizza, though? That’s for champions.”

I turn to face him, leaning against the counter. “Pizza, huh? Because nothing says ‘recovering patient’ like greasy pepperoni and cheese?”

“Exactly. Plus, today’s my cheat day. And you’re about to make it epic.”

“What do you mean cheat day?”

“Off-season rules are different. One cheat day a week becomes one cheat week a day. Science, or something like that.”

I can’t help but smile as I grab the credit card he’s handing me and my phone to order the pizza. “Fine.”

He grins, slow and smug. “I just remembered that, actually, the fridge is not empty. There should be a bottle of Chardonnay in there.”

I laugh, shaking my head. “Chardonnay? Since when do you drink white wine?”

“It’s not for me. Thought it might come in handy someday.” He winks. “Guess I was right.”

As I place the order, Blaze stretches out on the couch like he owns the place—which, technically, he does—and flips through the streaming apps on his TV.

“Any requests?” he asks.

I settle back onto the couch beside him, nudging his knee with mine. “You’re lucky I’m hungry enough to tolerate whatever questionable taste you have in TV.”

“Questionable?” He smirks. “I’m about to introduce you to the best night of your life. Pizza, wine, and some Outlander . It doesn’t get better than this.”

I laugh, shaking my head. “Outlander? That’s your idea of a good time?”

He shrugs, grabbing the glass of wine I hand him. “Jamie Fraser has got moves. Maybe I’ll pick up a tip or two.”

“Right,” I say, rolling my eyes. “Because you clearly need help in that department.”

His gaze sharpens, but his smirk softens as he leans closer. “Guess we’ll find out.”

“So, if this is your idea of a romantic evening, you’re lucky I’m too tired to argue.”

His grin widens. “Good to know. So now I have a strategy—keep you tired and hand you wine. That’s all it takes to win.”

The knock at the door saves me from responding, and I jump up to grab the pizza. It’s hot, fresh, and exactly what we need.

“I guess we can count the pizza as dinner and dessert.”

"Not sure that’s the dessert I’m craving, but let’s see if the Chardonnay works its magic. Maybe I’ll get the dessert I really want."

I roll my eyes again.

We settle back onto the couch, plates in hand, the opening notes of Outlander playing in the background.

We dig into the pizza without hesitation, the gooey cheese and flavorful sauce hitting the spot. I glance at Blaze, amused by how enthusiastically he devours his food, and can’t help but tease.

“You’re really committed to your pizza, aren’t you?”

He smirks, wiping his mouth. “What can I say? Pizza is the ultimate temptation,” he quips, raising his drink to his lips. “After you, of course. And today I’m not holding back on any temptation."

“Keep dreaming, hockey boy.”

“Always,” he says. “Perfect night, right?”

“Ask me after the second slice,” I tease, taking a bite and savoring the cheesy goodness.

After we finish eating, I feel relaxed. Maybe the Chardonnay is really working its magic. We keep watching TV, and without thinking, I prop my feet in his lap. Before I realize what’s happening, his hands are on me, massaging my soles.

“Oh, wow,” I breathe, melting into the cushions. “I wasn’t expecting that. Your hands are… incredible.”

His low laugh rumbles through me. “Years of working hockey sticks into shape—it has its perks.”

“Mmhmm,” I hum, the tension in my body dissolving with every skillful press of his fingers.

My eyes flutter shut as he works on my feet, alternating between them like he knows exactly what I need. Soft sighs and small, involuntary moans escape me, and when I open my eyes again, I catch him watching me with a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“So,” I say, arching a brow, “I heard you discussed with Sean and Blake an idea to deal with Brody.”

He quirks an eyebrow, clearly amused. “Is that really what you want to talk about right now?”

I grin lazily, tilting my head. “What do you want to talk about?”

“I want to know how my hands would feel on your legs. Or your back. Or your shoulders…” He lets the words trail off, his grin deepening.

A thrill shoots through me, but I keep my tone playful. “Bold move, hotshot. Go ahead, impress me.”

“Challenge accepted,” he murmurs, sliding his hands up to my calves.

The moment his fingers press into the muscles, a groan slips from my lips. “Oh, yesss. That’s it.”

He doesn’t rush, his hands kneading and stroking every inch of my legs with a confidence that makes my skin tingle. My body responds instinctively, arching slightly as warmth pools low in my belly.

He continues upward, his touch firm but tender, each movement calculated to draw a reaction. When he reaches my thighs, he pauses, giving me a chance to stop him. I meet his eyes, my lips parting, and shift my hips ever so slightly in invitation.

His hands skim the sensitive skin above my knees, sending a shiver through me. My breath catches as his fingers linger, tracing small, teasing patterns that leave me aching for more.

Every nerve in my body is alive, and I can’t hold back the anticipation building inside me.

I need him.

Before I know it, he’s massaging my entire body. I’ve never felt anything this amazing before in my life. I want him to… oh, there it is.

Blaze’s hands go to the outside of my pants, slowly rubbing between my thighs. My hips buck, needing to feel him inside me as soon as possible. He applies a little more pressure and I moan loudly.

I put my thumbs in the waist band of my pants and shimmy them off quickly.

I need him to have full access.

He grins cockily back at me. Normally I’d want to knock that smug grin off his face but right now I don’t care. All I can think about is him buried inside me.

Blaze's grin widens as he reaches out to help me undress further. His fingers graze the sensitive skin of my stomach, sending shivers down my spine. I close my eyes and savor the feeling of his touch, unable to contain the desire that is building within me.

He moves down, his eyes trained on me as his fingers go to my wet core. He slides his finger alongside my clit.

A soft moan escapes my lips, the sensation sending shivers throughout my entire body. My hands grip the couch cushions tightly, my knuckles turning white. Each touch, each caress, brings me closer to the edge.

Blaze smiles, knowing exactly what he's doing to me. He presses his fingers against me, slowly sliding in and out, his eyes never leaving mine. The intensity of the gaze, the look of passion in his eyes, only adds to the pleasure coursing through me.

He increases the pace, his fingers moving faster and harder. My breath hitches as I feel the first wave of pleasure building. "Please," I beg, my voice barely above a whisper.

Blaze, sensing my need, leans forward and buries his face in between my thighs. I gasp and moan at the same time.

He’s so damn good at this.

I arch my back, my head thrown back in pure ecstasy. The sensation of his tongue circling my sensitive flesh, his fingers thrusting in and out of me is almost too much to bear.

I reach down and tangle my fingers in Blaze's hair, pulling him closer to me. He responds by increasing his pace, his tongue dancing in harmony with his fingers. My moans grow louder and more desperate.

The moment comes, sudden and intense. I convulse beneath him, a wave of pleasure crashing over me as I cry out his name. My body shakes, my muscles tightening and releasing in a powerful wave of bliss.

As the intensity subsides, I collapse back onto the couch, breathless and reeling from the experience. Blaze pulls away, his face flushed and his eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

He looks at me, a knowing smile on his lips. "That was amazing, wasn't it?" he asks, still out of breath.

I can only nod, my throat still too raw from my screams to speak. I reach for his hand, pulling him closer to me. "I think I might need another round," I whisper, my voice barely audible.

Blaze's eyes light up with excitement. "With pleasure," he says, a playful grin spreading across his face.

He stands up and pulls me to my feet, his hands gripping my hips. He leans forward and captures my mouth with his.

Our lips collide passionately, tongues entwining as Blaze's hands roam my body, caressing every inch of my skin. I tangle my fingers in his hair, deepening the kiss, feeling his desire as it matches my own.

I wrap my arms around his neck, and he lifts me up, carrying me toward the bedroom. My heart races as I anticipate what's to come. The anticipation is almost as intense as the pleasure itself.

He lays me down on the bed, his eyes locked with mine as he undresses. I watch, entranced, as he peels off his clothes, revealing every inch of his toned body. He is a sight to behold.

He straddles me, his arms on either side of my head, his breath hot on my face.

I reach down and grip his erection, stroking him gently. He moans and thrusts into my hand, his body trembling with desire.

I smile up at him, my eyes locked onto his. "Are you ready for me?" I ask, my voice low and sultry.

He nods, his eyes dark and hungry. "I've been ready for you from the moment I saw you," he whispers, his breath warm on my lips.

He lowers himself onto me, our bodies joining as one. I gasp, arching my back in pleasure as he enters me deeply, the sensation overwhelming me.

I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer, wanting him as deep inside me as possible.

Blaze sets a slow, steady rhythm, his eyes locked onto mine. It’s both agonizingly slow and excruciatingly fast.

I reach up and grip his shoulders, pulling him closer to me. He groans, his lips finding mine in a deep, passionate kiss.

“Blaze, yes.”

“You feel so fucking good.”

It’s clear that he’s trying really hard to move slowly and feel everything but I want him to not be gentle.

“Harder, please.”

He picks up the pace, his hips moving faster and harder, his body slamming into mine. A moan escapes my lips.

My hips meet his with equal fervor, our bodies forming a perfect rhythm as we move together.

I feel him tighten his grip on my waist, his muscles bulging as he thrusts deeper and harder into me.

He leans forward, his breath hot on my neck as he whispers, "I'm going to come soon."

My heart skips a beat as I reply, "I want to feel you come inside me."

His eyes flash with hunger as he increases the tempo once more, driving into me.

"Oh fuck, Blaze, I'm so close," I gasp, my voice a hoarse whisper.

He groans, his hips thrusting harder and faster. "Me too, baby. I'm going to come inside you."

I arch my back, lifting my hips to meet him, wanting to feel every inch of him as he explodes within me.

Suddenly, I feel him stiffen, his eyes widening as he loses control. With a final grunt, he thrusts into me one last time, his body shuddering as he releases deep within me.

I cry out in delight, my own orgasm building rapidly as he continues to move within me. My body trembles uncontrollably, my muscles clenching around him, as I reach my peak.

He collapses on top of me, our bodies still moving together in the aftermath of our passion. We lay there, panting heavily, our hearts racing in sync, our bodies sticky with sweat.

Slowly, he pulls out of me, his eyes never leaving mine. He rolls onto his side, pulling me towards him, wrapping his arms around me.

I rest my head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. I run my fingers through his sweaty hair, feeling his breath warm on my skin.

Our bodies slowly regain normalcy, our hearts calming down and returning to their regular rhythms.

"That was..." I begin, my voice still slightly hoarse.

"Incredible," Blaze finishes for me, his voice soft and content.

"Unbelievable," I correct him, a small smile playing on my lips.

He chuckles, his chest vibrating against my cheek. "I guess we both have our own way of describing it."