Inside the kitchen, a note on the table told us Eric had taken his wife out for a surprise dinner. Apparently, it was a pre-season ritual for them. The next few days required intense concentration. We had to win this first game. Getting beat up and running all over town after Lily hadn’t been my smartest move, but I couldn’t seem to stay the fuck away from the girl. It was becoming a problem.
The first game coincided with my eighteenth birthday, and Lily’s. I remembered Coach telling me they were only days apart. Eighteen was the age I’d been counting down the days for, with plans of telling Uncle Jack to shove it and starting a life of my own. Now, it was clear he’d never intended to let that happen.
The foster paperwork was in hand. It was a bit of a joke, joining a new family days before my eighteenth birthday, but Hade Harbor and Coach Eric Williams wanted a win this year, and I’d be damned if the whole town wasn’t conspiring to make it happen. He’d told me not to worry about it and just focus on the game. I had no problem with that. I’d never cared about anything other than the game before.
I watched Lily head out of the kitchen as I gulped down a glass of water. Well, that was a lie. I had one little problem with focusing solely on the game, and she had freckles, eyes that burned like emerald fire, a smart mouth, and a depraved mind.
Coach was out with his wife. We were alone in the house. I set the glass on the sink and stared at my reflection in the dark window opposite me. I should get some rest. I should leave Lily alone and focus on the game. I should respect Coach Eric’s rules for the team and his daughter.
I never was good at following rules.
I went after Lily silently.
She was just closing the door of the bathroom when I reached her, and I shoved out a foot to brace it open.
“What the hell?” Lily muttered, looking down at the floor, her nose wrinkled with frustration as if she was expecting to find a stray shoe blocking the door. She froze when she saw my foot.
I pushed the door open and advanced before she could protest. Shutting the door behind me, I leaned against it, turning the lock with a loud click. It sounded like a starting pistol in the small bathroom. She’d already turned the shower on to heat it up, and now steam curled around us.
“Cayden, what are you doing?” Lily’s voice was carefully measured.
The tension between us felt like a live wire whipping around madly, able to burn with a single touch. She felt it, too. I knew she did.
“Taking what you owe me, remember? Our bet. You lost.”
Lily scoffed, her creamy cheeks flushing red. “I think we kind of ended the bet when we got into more trouble than a nighttime run is worth. It’s all your fault, by the way.”
My eyebrow rose lazily. I enjoyed her prickliness. She was agitated because she could feel what was coming. She wanted to run and hide, but she also wanted to be caught. Her diary had proved that much.
She folded her arms across her slight chest. Her sweater was discarded on the floor. Her tits pressed against her baggy tee, her hard nipples outlined beautifully. Her skin was wet with sweat, and it was making her shirt cling to her, something she clearly hadn’t realized.
“No one made you run across the tracks. You could have just accepted your inevitable defeat gracefully.”
“Never,” Lily rebutted immediately.
A wicked smile crossed my lips. I pushed away from the door and advanced on her. “I was hoping you’d say that.”
She tried to step away but slipped on the towels she’d carelessly dropped on the floor. Her back came up against the counter, and I was on her, closing her in with an arm braced on either side.
“After all, you like it better that way, don’t you, Ladybug?” My voice was a low caress as it left my throat. Lily was becoming far more than a distraction. She was an obsession.
She blinked up at me with guileless green eyes, her toffee-colored eyelashes dried in pretty spikes. I couldn’t stop staring at her. I leaned in and nuzzled her neck, then took a deep breath. No one smelled like Lillian Williams.
“Cayden,” Lily murmured softly, a small hand coming to rest on my chest.
“Hmmm?” I licked her neck. I had to taste her skin.
She shivered against me. I wanted to do more than lick her. I wanted to eat her whole. I wanted to devour her. It was a sobering realization.
“What are you going to do to me?” Her voice was eager and scared, both and neither.
“Whatever I want.” I latched on to the lobe of her ear and sucked it between my teeth.
The hand on my chest turned into a fist as Lily sank her nails into my damp T-shirt. Pulling me closer. Pushing me away. I didn’t think either of us was sure. This was dangerous. She was dangerous. I moved my face away from her neck, trying to clear her scent from my head.
“For today, though, you owe me a kiss for our bet.”
My reminder sent her eyes flying open. I straightened up. She frowned, a tiny line of unease creasing her smooth brow. She didn’t look mad anymore.
“Disappointed?” My goading only made her flush more. I fucking loved her skin. It was like a mood ring, revealing her thoughts to me, even when she kept a perfectly angelic face and lied like a little devil.
“Whatever makes you feel better about chasing someone through the streets until they literally run into trouble.”
“And you don’t want any trouble, do you, Lillian Williams?”
I brought my hand up and laid it against her pulse. She swallowed, her slender neck bobbing with the movement. The pale, freckled column sat perfectly between my thumb and forefinger like it had been designed to fit there. She shook her head, her eyes glued to mine. She looked unsure. She could join the fucking club.
“But didn’t you hear? Sometimes, trouble wants you, and there’s nothing you can do about it.”
I leaned in, brushing my lips against hers. She was shaking. Her breath touched my lips, teasing me, tempting me.
“Well, kiss me and get it over with, then,” Lily huffed after a moment of that intense proximity.
I tutted. “It’s not your lips I want to kiss.”
She swallowed hard, and I wondered where her filthy imagination had gone.
“It’s not?” Her voice was just a whisper.
I slipped the sleeve of her overly large T-shirt off her shoulder. The girl seriously needed some clothes that fit. I was beginning to get a shoulder kink, and it was all because of her. She was always so covered up, swathed in clothes that were three sizes too big. I had no idea what her cleavage looked like, but I was intimately acquainted with her shoulder.
She watched my hand as I moved to the other shoulder and slipped the neck of her top off. It cascaded down her body like expensive satin instead of worn cotton. That was the power of a girl like Lily. She was all class. Out of my league, miles above me and beyond me.
But that wouldn’t save her.
Her T-shirt pooled at her belly, and I laid my eyes on her chest for the first time. She had on one of those little lacy bralettes, dark red like wine. I was right about her freckles; they spread across her body like little constellations. I wanted to map their formations and follow each and every one, down the dip between her small tits and across the span of her of ribs. I slid my finger under one of the bralette straps. I brought my eyes to hers, waiting for a reaction. Refusal. Permission. Something.
Her silence gave me what I needed. I tugged the strap, peeling it down her arm and exposing one sweet tit. It was small and perfectly formed. An apricot with soft, downy skin. Her nipple was large, a soft coral pink, with fawn-colored freckles dancing across the surface. I stared. A rosy blush spread across her delicate chest at my inspection. She was holding her breath, and I realized that I was, too.
“Breathe, Lily.”
It sounded like an order, but it was more of a plea. I needed air just as badly as she did, but she had stolen it all from the room. She took a halting breath, and her naked breast jiggled with the movement. It was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen.
“Sit on the counter.”
“Why?” she asked, clearly getting nervous again.
I slid my hands down her waist and settled them on her hips. Lifting her was easier than my weight reps in training. I sat her on the edge of the counter. Her legs parted naturally around my hips. It wasn’t just my hand around her neck that fit like it was designed to; the cradle of her narrow hips hugged mine perfectly. I was hard, and even the brush of my shorts felt too intense on my leaking head. I stepped closer and pressed my cock against her, slotting it between her thighs, pushing her back on the counter until she was braced on her elbows.
“Because you owe me a kiss, and I’m taking it from here.” My voice was a guttural croak. I wanted to lick her sweet cunt. I bet it was like a peach. I wanted to taste how much she liked being told what to do by me. I wanted it more than I’d ever wanted anything.
But we’d been running a long time, and Coach Eric was never out late on a school night. Besides, blowing my load in, on, or near Lily so close to an important game wasn’t a smart move. If I wanted to make it out of this town and stay at Hade Harbor, in this house with this girl, I needed to win. Everything comes to he who waits. It was Uncle Jack’s motto and one of the only things he’d ever said that inspired me. Of course, he had no idea that when he said it, I was thinking of the day I’d be free of him. So tonight, I couldn’t allow myself her cunt. It was too tempting.
My hand went to the other strap, and I slid it free.
“The bet was for one kiss,” Lily reminded me softly, a challenging gleam in her eyes. “Just one.”
I stopped in the process of taking off her bralette and found a reluctant grin coming to my lips.
“You’re right. We’d better stick to the terms,” I muttered before losing the battle to go slow, swooping down and taking her pretty pink nipple in my mouth.
It started as a kiss, but as Lily gasped and moved closer, it became more. My tongue rolled over the puffy point between my lips, curling around the hard bud as I grabbed her other nipple , still encased in lace, and pinched teasingly.
She moaned, her hands sinking into my hair and yanking. I growled against her skin and bit down lightly on the tit in my mouth, threatening her nipple with my teeth. She groaned, a soft, breathy thing that made my wretched, black heart pound.
A sound of rapture like that, from a girl like her, could enslave a man.
She rocked into me, her body instinctively reacting to the hard length pressed against her pussy, only two layers of material away from each other. Her hands tugged the back of my hair, no longer pulling but holding me in place. I laved her nipple relentlessly with my tongue, nipping and circling, worshiping at her unspoiled altar.
I was so hard, I could poke a damn hole in my shorts, but I wasn’t about to break my rule about coming too close to a game. I needed that pent-up energy to fuel me. I needed the restless, unfulfilled aggression to dominate on the ice. Instead, I leaned away and tore her other breast free, attacking it with my lips and teeth. I wanted to mark this woman, turn her pretty skin pink and leave my name on it so everyone would know she was mine.
I had to stop. I was too close to coming, and Lily felt too good.
“Touch yourself like you did after you wrote about me in your journal,” I grabbed one of her hands and put her fingers into my mouth, wetting them thoroughly. Then I pushed her hand down the front of her shorts. “Make yourself come while I suck on your beautiful tits.”
She opened her mouth, seeming like she might try to protest.
I shook my head, leaning my forehead against hers. “It wasn’t a request, Lily. Do it, or I will, then I’ll fuck your mouth and come so far down your throat that you choke on it.”
Her eyes widened, and her hand slid lower, heading between her legs. Her breath fluttered when she found her clit. I leaned away, watching her hand moving under her running shorts. It was wildly hot, the image tattooing itself in my memory for all time. She worked her clit cautiously, like she wasn’t exactly sure what to do. Her innocence screamed at me, only turning me on more. I leaned down and took one of her nipples back in my mouth, tugging at it and rolling it, making her rock harder against her hand. She was rising, I could feel it from her increased wriggling.
With my free hand, I massaged her other breast, pulling at the nipple, squeezing the small weight. My hand looked huge against her slight tit, palming it roughly, covering it completely. She was so small, but she didn’t complain about the rough handling. Her skin was stained red with my fingerprints, and yet she pushed herself only further into my touch.
It wasn’t just her body that was designed to fit me; her filthy little mind was made to complement mine, as well. She was a ball of striking contradictions, and I was already addicted.
Her breath hitched, and she gasped.
“Are you ready to come?”
She nodded.
“Use your words,” I murmured against her skin.
“I’m – I’m going to come, I think,” she admitted sweetly.
“If you’re going to come, you’ll know it.”
A flash of something like fear crossed her face.
“Don’t be scared, I’m here.” I didn’t know why I was compelled to say that, only that when I did, her eyes opened, and she stared right at me.
Her hand moved furiously now, fucking her pussy with her own fingers, her chest pink and marked by my teeth.
“Come on, Freckles, come for me,” I urged and couldn’t resist slipping my thumb between her puffy, parted lips.
She sucked on the digit as I gripped her chin with the rest of my hand, holding her face hostage so she had no choice but to look right at me while she came.
“Come for me and show me everything you’ve got…every single inch. I want it all.”
She cried out, biting down on my thumb for a second, and then her lips opened in a long moan. A wave of pink worked up her neck and rolled over her face, making the green of her eyes sparkle. She was coming. My perfect girl was coming right there and letting me see it. She shook, her eyes losing focus for a long moment as her body clenched. Pleasure danced in her eyes, a flash of pure vulnerability. It took my breath away. I was sure I’d never seen anything as beautiful, and that I never would again.
When her body stopped twitching and cool reality filtered through her face, alarm and shock blossomed in her eyes.
“Yep, that’s right, you just got yourself off and let me watch,” I murmured.
She swallowed, a new flush working over her cheeks. This one was shame. I didn’t care. Soon enough she’d get used to this, and us.
She sat up and pulled her straps back into place, hiding her well-sucked tits from me.
She pressed her hands against the counter and stood. The shower was still running. It was probably cold by now. She pushed against my chest to try to step around me.
“Can I go now?” Her question was shaky, uncertain. She didn’t wait for an answer before sliding around my side.
I grabbed her hand before she could make it two steps. She glared at me as I took the hand that she’d come on and separated the wettest fingers. Sliding them into my mouth, I breathed through my nose, trying to calm my racing heart as I licked them clean, tasting her, finally. After I’d licked my fill, I let her hand drop.
“Now, you can go.” My voice was rough. I was surprised I was still capable of speech, given the raging want roaring through me, demanding I take this girl now, press deep inside and come for days. Instead, with a self-discipline I’d honed over a lifetime of pain and fear, a lifetime of controlling my urges in order to survive, I stepped back and let her go.
