The Pucking Girl Next Door (Power Play Off The Ice: Snowed in for the Hoildays)

11. Smith

Chapter 11

Smith

I stand still as I watch Annabelle run away from me. As much as I want to, I fight the feeling to run after her, instead I return to the kitchen to continue making breakfast. How can she not realize how good we could be together? I mean, especially after that kiss?

That kiss was amazing.

Fireworks.

And men don't talk about kisses like that. If she would've let me, I would've kissed her forever. Rationally, I know she needs time to wrap her brain around the fact that she is mine. I'll finish breakfast, get dressed, and then I'll track her down. That'll give her enough time to wrap her brain around everything, but not enough to run too much further away from me.

A buzzing feeling comes from my pants. Pulling my phone out of my pocket, I look down at my caller ID, causing me to grin. Perfect timing.

"Hey, man," I answer my phone.

"Hey, Smith. How's it going at the house? Have you run into Annabelle yet? My mom said she isn't able to come to the Bahamas because of the storm."

I let out a breath. This will be even easier to tell him now that he's brought his sister up. Needing to plate up the breakfast for two I’d been making, I place my phone on speaker. "I have actually. Man, she's grown up. It's been a while since I've seen her, it's been great getting to know her again."

He chuckles through the line. "It has been a while since you two have seen each other. The reason I'm calling is that my mom said she's having a hard time being away from the family for the holidays. Can you help make it somewhat tolerable for her?"

"I got you, man. Speaking of your sister, I just wanted to let you know I plan on taking my shot with her."

I expect Steve to yell at me or tell me to fuck off after my revelation, but he doesn't do either. In fact, he doesn't speak at all. We both just sit in silence. Tapping the screen of my phone, I make sure he's still there. When I see he is, I let us sit in silence for another minute, giving him time to come around to the idea of me being with his sister.

"Hey, man. I'm not try—" I begin, but Steve cuts me off.

"Is this just so you can fuck her?" he asks me with such a fury that I've never seen coming from him. His accusation pisses me off and I can feel anger swelling in my chest, but I take a deep breath to calm myself.

"Fuck you Steve. No, I wouldn't have informed you if I was just trying to fuck her. She's going to be my forever."

"Forever?"

"Yeah, man. She's endgame for me."

Steve lets out a rushed breath and I can just imagine him pacing around as he runs his hands through his hair. He finally answers, "Sorry, man. I just needed to make sure that your for real. It's just in the past you've been more man whore than husband material and she's my sister."

His assessment of me hits right in the solar plexus. I rub at it, trying to relieve the pain that my best friend just unknowingly set on me, by sharing how he has seen me. But even I have to admit he's not wrong. I have been with anyone in the past just to help fill the lonely hole within me.

Being around Annabelle doesn't give me that feeling, though. When I'm around her, I feel free. Everything that weighs me down daily is lifted and I feel like I can breathe again. If I want to be with her with a blessing from her brother, I'll need to tell him, no matter how uncomfortable it makes me feel.

"I know, but that was just to fill the void. I told you when I came here something was missing from my life, and now I know what it is. It's her. She's everything to me."

A gasp comes from behind me, and I spin around, finding Annabelle standing there with tears in her eyes. At first neither of us say anything, the only sound in the room is Steve yelling through the phone line. "Smith, are you there? What's going on?"

The sound of his voice breaks me from my trance, but my eyes never leave hers. "Hey, man. I've gotta let you go, its time I talk to your sister."

"Good luck, man." With that, you can hear the phone hang up, but all I can hear is the sound of my heart beating. Annabelle finally breaks the silence at that moment. "You want me?"

Not being able to hold myself back, I drop the fork onto the plate of food I had made and eat up the distance between us, my eyes never leaving hers. "Yes. How do you want me to show you? You're my everything, my heart."

With those words, she wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me. Every emotion is in this kiss and it's incredible. Lifting her up, I grip her ass while she wraps her legs around my waist. I can't help it and rub my hard cock against her, forcing another gasp out of her mouth. I love that fucking sound.

"Prove to me you want me."

I move her up and down against me. "This doesn't prove to you I want you." I grit out as she arches her

back with a moan and it is the sexiest sight I've ever seen.

She rests her forehead against mine and breathes out, "I know I make you hard. I want to know that you want me, for me, not just my body."

I carry her up the stairs, not wanting to waste another moment because I'm going to show this woman of mine what it means to belong to me.

When she realizes that we're moving, she asks, "Where are we going?"

"I'm going to take you upstairs and worship your body. Mark every fucking inch of your skin so you'll always know who you belong to."