LAVENDER HAZE
Every time Lake shifts in her seat, my cock twitches. With each move, she’s feeling another punch of the anal plug. I certainly didn’t see myself buying her a diamond when this started, but fuck if I’m not annoyed now that this is the only kind I can ever give her.
She let me take her completely bare, and I’m still reeling. Nothing in this world has ever felt better. And I can’t wait to do it again.
“She won’t disappear if you look away,” Gavin teases.
Beside him, Beckett tries and fails to stifle a grin.
“You don’t look away from perfection, boys.”
“Perfection would be your son coming to play hockey for me before the end of this season.” Gavin’s retort hits at the exact moment Daniel steps into the box.
Fortunately he doesn’t hear him, but the kid instantly staggers when he spots Lake. She’s by the bar, surrounded by a small crowd. Right now, she’s talking to Olivia Maxwell, the woman who runs PR for Beckett and Gavin. By the way Beckett tracks her every move, it’s clear she means a lot more to him than he wants to let on.
With a nod to the guys, I head for my son and pull him in for a hug.
When he steps out of my embrace, he’s grinning. “Hey, Dad.”
“Thanks for coming. Hit any traffic?”
“Nah.” Daniel shakes his head. “Sorry I’m late. I was trying to convince Millie to come. Now that I’m here, though, I realize it’s probably better she skipped.” He juts his chin in Lake’s direction. “So what they’re saying is true?”
I don’t know how to answer the question. What I have with Lake is the truest thing I’ve experienced outside of parenting. Outside of my relationships with my kids, life is nothing but superficial. Fame and money and prestige. And now, with the twins so close to finishing college and living their own lives, the number of real things left is dwindling.
“Yes.” I keep my response simple. I’ve always strived to remain transparent with my kids.
“Millie will come around eventually. If you have real feelings for one another—”
I hold my hand up to put a stop to this conversation. “Her tour picks back up this weekend. Just watch the game and don’t worry about it. Don’t worry about your sister either. I’ll work things out with her.”
The people around us erupt into cheers, spurring us to turn our attention to the ice where Aiden Langfield is on a breakaway toward New York’s net. The goalie is braced as he waits to see which way Aiden will go, but in the end, he can’t stop the biscuit from sliding into the back left corner. The crowd in the box goes wild as Aiden punches the air in celebration.
“Ya know Mikey got called up to Arizona?” The way Daniel eyes the ice is reminiscent of the way Beckett was just looking at his head of PR. Shit. Is that what I look like when I can’t pull my focus from Lake?
Regardless, in this moment two things become clear to me. One, I’m going to let my son join the team this season if it’s what he really wants, and two, it’s going to be impossible to watch Lake walk away.
“Did you see how cool her hair was?” Lake hasn’t stopped talking since we left the game. Daniel, thank fuck, treated her like normal. He promised to make time to have lunch with her when her tour stopped in Florida, and she promised to leave tickets at will-call for his buddies.
“It was very interesting.”
Gavin offered to buy a woman a drink at the bar where we all ended up after the game. What the idiot didn’t realize was that he’d slept with her before.
In his defense, once he figured out who she was, he swore her hair used to be blonde. Now it was jet-black and cut just above her chin, with ragged edges that almost looked like spikes.
Beside me in the back of the SUV, Lake twirls the ends of her hair. “It was so unique. So different from the way I’ve always worn mine.”
I press closer to her, dropping a kiss against the soft skin of her neck. “If you like the style, why not try it out for yourself?”
Beneath me, she freezes. “Right. Because you’d ever allow me to do that.”
Her words are like being hit by a snowball when I had no idea there’d even been a storm.
“I don’t allow you to do anything. You’re your own person, Lake.”
She pulls back, her face scrunched up in disbelief. I don’t like the look one bit. “Please. Like the label would ever let Ms. Perfect destroy her famous long locks.”
Anger coils tighter inside me, making every muscle tense. “Neither I nor the label control you, Lake.”
She scoffs like she doesn’t believe me and ducks her chin.
I pull her closer, running my hand behind her neck and fisting her hair at her scalp so she’s forced to look at me, making sure she understands my every word. “I don’t give a fuck about your reputation. And I definitely have no say in how you do your hair. So long as there is enough of this to grab while you’re on your knees, I’m fine.”
She lets out a surprised yelp as I tug on her hair, her red lips parting. “You’re not serious.”
I yank harder, forcing her head back and exposing her neck, giving me the perfect place to lick. “As a heart attack. You don’t need anyone’s permission, Red. You’re in control. Now tell me what the fuck you want me to do to you right now.”
She glances at the partition, worrying her lip.
Squeezing her thigh, I angle in close and nip at her ear. “Anders is not going to open the door or stop the car until I tell him to. So tell me, what do you want?”
“Your cock in my mouth,” she whispers. Her swallow is heavy, like she’s confessing a sin.
“Tell me, then, with my diamond in your ass and my cock down your throat, what the fuck are we going to do about that pussy?”
“It’s going to be soaked for you, Ford. Drenched.”
“Good girl,” I murmur, licking a line up her neck. My cock is rock hard at just the taste of her. “On your knees, Red. Palms on my knees. You’re gonna let me fuck that throat until you’re writhing and begging me to fill that ass, isn’t that right, baby?”
She lets out a breathy moan and scrambles to the floor of the SUV. Her Bolts jersey and black leather pants make it impossible to see her body’s reaction, but I’ll lick her clean later.
Once I unbuckle my pants, she practically leaps at me, trying to get her hands on my dick.
Voice low, I chide her impatience. “Where are your hands supposed to be?”
She sucks in a surprised breath and brings her wide eyes to mine, but a heartbeat later, she scrambles into place.
“Good girl,” I murmur again, caressing her cheek with my thumb. “Now open those red lips for me.”
Her mouth drops open at my command, sending pleasure worming its way straight to my cock. She’s so fucking obedient. I love it as much as I hate it. Because it makes me want to keep her. Makes me want to protect her. No one else will take the kind of control she offers and hand it right back to her. Other men will abuse the power she gives so freely.
All I want to do is use it for her pleasure.
She licks at her lips and whines, impatient, desperate for me to move forward, desperate for my cock.
The sound, the way she practically begs for me to destroy her, makes my knees weak.
Thank fuck I’m sitting down.
I cover the slip in control with a chuckle. “Look at you. All of America thinks you’re the sweetheart. Ms. Perfect. But we both know better. You’re dying for my cock right now, aren’t you?”
Blue eyes shining, she sticks her tongue out and waits.
Fisting my length, I close my eyes, bracing myself for her mouth. I have to make this last. We’ve got less than forty-eight hours left together, and I intend to fuck her for most of them. I tangle the fingers of my free hand in her hair and pull her to my waiting dick. She moves eagerly, lips parting wider, then I’m pushing inside her warm mouth slowly.
“Fuck, Red. You are the most perfect thing that ever existed. No one has ever made me feel this fucking good.”
She hums in response, lips tipping up around my cock and eyes watering.
I thrust forward again, and I’m rewarded with a sigh. Like she’s loving every second of giving me control. The car lurches forward then, jostling us, and she gags as I hit the back of her throat. “You okay?”
Closing her eyes, she inhales deeply through her nose, but she doesn’t pull away. When she looks at me again, blue irises glittering, my chest suddenly feels too tight. She’s too far away, even as she consumes me like this. I need her like I need my next breath. Hands shaking, I release her hair and scoop her off the floor. I pull her onto my lap and devour her. Hands on her cheeks and mouth melded to hers.
“Ford.” The word is like a prayer on her lips.
We both need more, and I’m beginning to think I’ll never get enough.
“I know, baby.” I pour every part of me into her. Words can’t describe what exists in the space between us. I’m not sure our bodies could even express it adequately, though I’ll damn well try my hardest to get us there. With my heart pounding out a rapid beat against hers, I hold her close and clear my throat. “Anders,” I call out, “we’re ready when you are.”
He’s been driving in circles, waiting for my direction, but it only takes a couple of minutes before we come to a stop. When he knocks on the door, Lake and I have already adjusted our clothing, and I’ve smoothed her hair back. I help her out of the car, and because she’s Lake, she offers Anders a shy smile and a quiet thank-you and good night.
I don’t bother with niceties, though. My cock is painfully aware of what’s about to happen, and my only focus is on getting Lake into my bed now.
Once we’re inside, I forgo the lights. In the dark, I scoop her up and carry her up the stairs and to my bedroom.
Lake nuzzles into my chest and lets out a content sigh. The sound only fuels my desire. I want all her sounds. All her joy. All her moments.
Her.
It’s impossible to ignore just how much.
“Get undressed. I want you completely bare. No heels. Nothing but you.” I press a gentle kiss to her forehead before setting her on her feet on the plush rug. Then I head to the bathroom, in search of supplies.
When I return, she’s standing in front of my bed, bathed in the moonlight, completely nude and absolutely breathtaking. She raises her chin, and a bit of nervousness slips through, as evidenced by the trembles that skitter across her chest.
I yank back the comforter and toss the supplies onto the bed, and in two strides, I’m in front of her, touching her, warming her. “There’s nothing to be scared of. You know I won’t ever hurt you, right?”
I study her, watching for even the tiniest reaction. The moment her shoulders relax and the furrow between her brow disappears, my heart skips a beat. Fuck, I’m so screwed.
Settling my palm against her hip, I pull her in and fuse my mouth with hers. The kiss is slow, timeless. It has no purpose other than to bring us closer. Without breaking apart, we stumble to the bed. I give her arms a gentle push, and when she falls onto the mattress, I hum in appreciation. Fuck, does she look incredible in my bed.
“You are wearing far too many clothes,” she says, teasing tone back in place. The sound sends a ripple of excitement up my spine.
Slowly, without looking away, I strip for her. One piece of clothing at a time, exaggerating all my movements. The bemused smirk she wears as she watches only builds the tension between us until my cock is straining for her, weeping, waiting for the moment we’ve promised since this morning.
“Hold your knees wide open for me, Red. I want to see what sucking my cock did to you.”
She obeys, splaying her hands on her thighs and pressing them apart. Her head lolls to the side and her chest heaves under my examination. She’s glistening and pink, just as I suspected. I sweep the pile of supplies to one side of the bed, then drop to my own knees and pull her to the edge of the mattress.
“How’s your ass feel?” I ask, running my nose along the crease of her thigh, inhaling her aroused scent.
She sighs out a “ready.”
Licking between her pussy lips, I confirm just how true that statement is. “Need you to come first, then you’ll really be ready.” I don’t wait for her to agree. I just get to work, lapping at her and teasing her clit. Pride swells in my chest as I do. Because though it’s only been a few days, I know just how to kiss this pussy and precisely what she needs.
She writhes and fists the sheets, moaning and begging for release. “Please, Ford. Please.”
Her chants have me spreading her ass cheeks and releasing the diamond bead, all while I work her pussy until she’s screaming for me just like I want. She tastes so fucking good, so sweet. The moment I work my finger into her ass, spreading her wider, letting her smooth hole suck me in, she surprises me.
Fuck.
As if this moment couldn’t get any better, she squirts.
“Holy shit,” she rasps, bowing off the bed.
In response, I lick up every drop, fucking thrilled that she’s covered my tongue.
“Did I just—”
“Come all over my face? Yes you did, baby. Yes you fucking did.” I crawl on top of her and kiss her so she knows just how incredibly hot that moment was. I won’t give her a second to doubt it or feel an ounce of shame. “I’m going to fuck your ass now.”
Lake nods, her brow furrowed. She’s so serious and determined as she studies my face.
Without looking away, I pat the mattress until I find the bottle of lube. “Turn over, baby.” I raise myself up onto my knees and sheath myself while she gets situated with a pillow under her belly and her ass in the air. I give the masterpiece a gentle tap, and she wiggles it. “Are you nervous?” I ask, pressing closer and squirting a generous dollop of lube onto my fingers.
As I press against her ass, she flinches. I rest my other palm on her side and stroke her slowly, waiting for her to relax.
“I’m just—” She peers over her shoulder at me. “You have a really big cock.”
I let out a pleased laugh. “You can take it, Red. I believe in you.”
She giggles. “This isn’t like going out on stage, Ford. You have no idea what it feels like to have a huge cock shoved up your ass. Or do you?” Another giggle.
I laugh as I work two lubricated fingers inside her. “No, I definitely do not. But I know there isn’t a person on this planet who works harder than you, so if anyone can handle this…”
A soft smile covers her face and grows until it reaches her eyes.
“Grab the wand,” I instruct, nodding to the device beside her.
Her mouth forms an O when she catches sight of it, like she hadn’t noticed its presence until now.
“Turn it on and play with your clit, baby. I’m going to fuck you now.”
She takes a deep breath, but like the good girl she always is, she complies, teasing herself with it like I asked.
Scooting closer, I push into her pussy first, giving her a few pumps. Shit. I have to squeeze my eyes shut and clench my ass cheeks as I do. Watching her like this, feeling her warmth suck me in, has me too close to coming. She grinds against me as I pull out, chasing her pleasure. With one more squirt of lube, I massage my dick, then drag the head up and press it to her ass. “Take a deep breath,” I warn, and when she does, I push in.
She cries out as she clamps down on me.
I grab her hips and hold the both of us still. “Breathe, baby.”
Obediently, she takes a haggard breath. “Okay.”
“Good girl. Keep that wand on your clit,” I whisper, running a palm across her ass, soothing her as I push in another inch.
The farther I go, the more she relaxes, but her whines only escalate.
“Does it hurt?”
She shakes her head, rubbing her face along the sheets. “No, just…keep going.”
I slide in another inch, thrusting gently, and do it again until my hips are flush against her. When I hold there, we let out matching sighs. “How does it feel?” I ask, digging my fingers into her hips.
The buzzing from the wand is deafening. The only thing that would make this moment better is if I could see the way she’s working her clit with it. Definitely should have recorded this too.
“So good,” she whines. “For you?”
The pleasure coiling in my stomach is so acute I have to squeeze my eyes shut again. Fuck, her ass squeezes me tighter as she writhes on her toy.
“Can barely breathe because I don’t want to miss a minute,” I grit out. “Can I move now?”
At her nod of permission, I pull back almost as slowly as I entered, then I thrust back in, causing a yelp to pass those perfect lips.
“Oh my god. I think I’m going to come again.”
“Good, you better drench those sheets, baby.” Gritting my teeth, I thrust again, ramping up my pace, and in seconds, my balls are so tight I’m on the precipice of my own orgasm. There’s no way I’ll finish without getting her off once more, so I double down on my efforts. Her spasms intensify, making it impossible to hold out any longer. Thank fuck. Just as I lose control, she cries out that she’s coming. I hold her in place as I empty inside her, pleasure nearly causing me to black out.
It feels like a lifetime passes before my vision clears and my lungs fill with oxygen. When I come back to myself, I slide out of her, take care of the condom, and wet a washcloth in the bathroom. The room is dim, the only light coming from the lamp on one nightstand as I clean her up. The sight of her languid body and the sounds she makes have me desperate to please her again. So I flip her to her back and get to work cleaning up her front, this time with my tongue. I take my time licking her cum from her now swollen lips until she comes again, shouting incoherently as she does.
After she begs me to stop, I curl up next to her and pull her close, threading my fingers through her hair. More than any other moment we’ve shared today, this is the one I’ll remember when she’s gone. Her warm body in my arms, the way she trusts me to care for her, and how it feels like she’s holding on just as tightly, wishing that tonight would never end.
