The Fall (Colorado Coyotes #6)

Chapter 21

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

Cam

“Who’s ready to go snow tubing?” Tess asks Sam and Tate as they run down the stairs to our living room.

“I’m ready!”

Tate’s bouncing. He was so excited about Dom and Tess’s spur-of-the-moment plan to go snow tubing on the day after Christmas that he had trouble going to sleep last night.

Sam, on the other hand, is excited but also has a runny nose.

“Keep these pockets zipped when you aren’t getting a tissue,” I tell him, stuffing another two packets of tissues into the free pockets of his coat.

“I have a huge box of Kleenex in the car,” Tess says. “He won’t run out.”

“Dude, you look like the kid from A Christmas Story ,” Dom says to Sam. “You might get hot in the car.”

I bundled them both up well because it’s a very cold day in Denver, and it’s snowing hard. I know they’re going to be in the best hands, but stressing about their outerwear is helping me burn off my nervous energy.

Rowan and I are going to be alone in my house soon, and I think every adult in the room right now knows what we’ll be doing.

He and Dom have to be at their home arena early tomorrow morning for a home game. After that they have a five-day road trip. I’m pretty sure Tess planned this day with the boys specifically so Rowan and I could be alone.

“Let’s load up, troops,” Dom says. “Hannah and her friend are waiting in the car.”

Tess turns to me and Rowan, giving us a very dramatic wink. “Merry Christmas, you two.”

“Aunt Tess, Christmas is over,” Sam says.

“Oh, you’re right. How silly of me.”

Rowan and I exchange a look, my stomach doing a flip from the desire I see swirling in his eyes.

I watch from the doorway as Dom, Tess and the boys get in the car, Rowan coming to stand behind me. He puts a hand on my hip and I lean back into his warm, solid chest.

He could pass for a male model when he wears a suit, and I love seeing him in his hockey uniform, but it’s our mornings at my place that are my favorite. It’s intimate, being one of the few people who gets to see him in sweats, T-shirts and the reading glasses he wears when reading or scrolling on his phone.

“Have fun!” I call out as Dom backs out of my driveway, waving.

As soon as the car disappears from view, Rowan tugs me back into the house and closes the door, putting his back against the door and giving me a wicked smile.

“It’s cold out there. But you know where it’s warm?”

I pretend to think about it. “In the kitchen, with the oven on? Are you saying you want me to bake you something?”

He pushes off the door, his gaze turning predatory. I laugh and back up, making him pursue me. It only takes him a few seconds to catch me and sweep me up. I yelp as he gently throws me over his shoulder, play biting my ass.

I laugh as he tickles me, powerless to escape his grasp. It’s the hardest I’ve laughed in a long time, and it helps relax the tension I’ve been feeling since yesterday.

When we reach my bedroom, he sets me on the bed, pulling his T-shirt up and off over his head and supporting his weight on a knee and his hands as he looks down at me.

“I want you, but I want you to be ready. We can wait if--”

I cut him off. “I’m ready. Beyond ready.”

His eyes darken and he smiles, bending his arms to reach me for a kiss. “I love you, Cam. I’m in, with my whole fucked-up heart. I’ll never be perfect, but I’ll never stop trying to be better for you.”

I put my palms on his cheeks. “I’ll never be perfect, either. And I love you so much it feels like my heart might explode.”

“Let’s hope not,” he says lightly, kissing me.

I wrap myself around him as his lips claim mine, desperate for more. He kisses my jawline, my earlobes, my neck. When he moves down to push up my shirt, I close my eyes for a second and take a deep breath, working up the courage to do what I’ve been fantasizing about.

“It’s my turn,” I say softly.

“Hmm?” he looks up from my stomach, where he’s trailing kisses upward.

“I need to move to show you.”

He moves aside and I get out of bed, standing beside it so I’m facing it.

“You’ve given me twenty-two mind-blowing orgasms in the past month, which is more than I’ve ever had with anyone.”

He arches a brow, amused. “You kept a tally?”

I pull off my Coyotes T-shirt, which is actually his. He forgets his question, his gaze turning serious as he takes me in. I’m wearing a Christmas gift to myself, a white lacy bra and underwear, so I could feel my sexiest for this moment. The fabric is sheer, my nipples showing through it.

It takes all my courage to do this in broad daylight because my body isn’t perfect. I have stretch marks and my stomach isn’t flat. But I’m Rowan’s one and only, and his one and only isn’t going to hide under the covers and give him quick hand jobs.

I want to turn him on, even if it’s scary. And from the bulge in his pajama pants, I know he’s very turned on. So I keep going, sliding down my sleep shorts to reveal my sheer, see-through underwear.

His eyes widen as I turn around, giving him a view of my ass, which is frankly fabulous . I’ve always gotten compliments on my round, grabbable ass. I slide down the sides of my underwear very slowly, doing a little shimmy.

I stop about two inches down and move to my bra, reaching behind my back to unclasp it and giving Rowan a flirty look over my shoulder.

“Fuck, you’re killing me, babe.” He runs a hand up and down his erection, still trapped inside his pants.

I turn around and slide down my bra straps, then let it glide down my arms and fall to the floor. He sits up as I return to my underwear, our gazes locked as I ease them down.

When he puts his hands on my hips and brushes a kiss over my stomach, I inhale sharply. His warm breath gives me goose bumps. He moves his hands around to my ass and sinks his fingertips into my cheeks, gently spreading them.

This was supposed to be about him, but it feels too amazing to stop him just yet. He moves a little closer to the edge of the mattress, the tip of his erection grazing against my stomach as he takes one of my nipples in his mouth and teases it.

He circles his tongue around it and then nips, making me moan. I rake my nails over his scalp and he tightens his grip on my ass.

I have to force myself to take a step back and say, “Stand for me.”

When he does, I pull down his pants and boxers, his erection jutting out in front of him proudly.

I push his shoulder slightly and he sits back down, his eyes widening as I get to my knees.

“Holy shit, Cam, I won’t be able to take much of this.”

I tease the tip of his cock first, swirling my tongue around it and sucking it gently. He groans when I wrap my hand around his shaft, leaning back on one hand while his other hand cups the side of my head.

I’m very out of practice, but I don’t feel that way as he exhales jagged breaths and swears while I work my mouth up and down his substantial length. I love having complete control of his pleasure. Going fast and then slow, like he does to me.

I bring him to the edge again and he pulls away slightly.

“You’re gonna make me come,” he says gruffly. “I’m so goddamn close. Get on your back.”

Desire pools between my thighs as I obey, thanking past Cam for staying on birth control because it regulates my periods. Rowan wastes no time, putting my legs on his shoulders and slowly pushing into me.

“You feel so fucking good.” He closes his eyes for a few seconds.

He fills me in a way I can’t get enough. There’s discomfort when he gets all the way in, but he eases back out when he sees me flinch.

“I’m okay. Keep going.”

He goes slow, groaning as he buries himself all the way inside me again. I might come just from listening to him; it’s unbelievably hot.

I move my hips up to meet his, encouraging him to go faster. He knows exactly how to wind me up, just like he does with his mouth.

When he bends to kiss me, I grab a handful of his hair and tug. “Harder, please. I want you to come inside me.”

“Holy shit.” He hisses through his teeth as he thrusts into me deeper and faster. “I’m gonna come.”

“Just...oh, God.” He hits me in the exact spot I need at exactly the right moment and I cry out his name, pleasure spreading through every inch of me.

When he thrusts into me for the last time, he lets out a long, deep groan, shuddering as he empties himself inside me.

I exhale hard, wondering if it will always be this amazing. His strong, athletic body was made for this. What if he hadn’t kept trying with me, and I’d never gotten to experience the most transcendent sex of my life?

“That was an eleven,” I murmur as he pulls out of me.

He smirks and kisses me gently. “What did you do to me? You squeezed my cock with your pussy. I’ve never come so hard.”

“Pelvic floor therapy.” I smile up at him.

Never did I think I’d be grateful for every last Kegel I’ve done since delivering my boys, but his reverential smile makes me feel like a sex goddess.

“I should probably just quit hockey,” he teases, lying down on his back and putting his arms over his head. “Then I can skip the road trip and fuck you day and night.”

“Sounds nice, but I can’t quit my job.”

He grunts. “As long as you don’t mind me pounding the shit out of you when I get home from every road trip.”

I laugh lightly. “Well, when you put it that way, Romeo...”

“You like it. I saw your eyes when I spread your ass cheeks.”

“Truth. I haven’t done much in bed other than the boring stuff, but when you carried me upstairs and I couldn’t get away...that turned me on.”

“I’ll remember that.”

I turn to face him. “What turns you on?”

He answers immediately. “You.”

“I’m serious. What do you like in bed?”

“I’m serious, too. It turns me on hard that you’re this nurturing mom by day and I get to eat your sweet pussy by night. When you’re in the kitchen cooking, I’m thinking about bending you over the kitchen counter.”

I bite my lip, my nipples hardening as I whisper, “Say more.”

“I want you to be a sweet mom who bakes for our kids and wears sweaters into the office and a sex-starved whore for me. No one but me gets to see that side of you. I want your pussy wet and ready when I get home from a road trip. I want you to suck my cock like a greedy little slut.”

This side of him is amazingly hot. I slide my hand between my legs and he takes my wrist, stopping me. “Not like that. Never like that.”

“You better get hard quick, then.”

His gaze darkens. “You heard what I said about sucking my dick.”

I comply immediately, so aroused I’m a little dazed. Who knew the guy who sends me roses and makes grilled cheese sandwiches for my kids is also a master dirty talker?

Fairy tales really do come true.