Rookie Move (Indianapolis Eagles Series Book 9) Page 4
Dylan finds me standing in his room; he comes up behind me, his arms snaking around my waist as he pulls my back flush with his front. “I missed you, missed this,” he says as his lips find my neck. “I need you, baby,” he whispers just before sucking my earlobe between his teeth. I can’t help the moan that escapes from my lips. I press my ass into his erection, loving the feeling of his body engulfing my own.
I spin around in his arms, my hands wrapping up and around his neck. I pull his head to my own, kissing him deeply. He drops his hands from my waist to my ass, giving it a hard squeeze before he picks me up. My legs wrap around his torso, and he walks us the few feet to the bed, where he sets me down on the edge, directing me to lay down. I do as requested, our kiss never breaking in all our movement.
Once I’m spread out in the center of the bed, Dylan skims his lips from mine across my cheek until he reaches my jawline. His lips map from there, down my neck, and to the collar of my shirt.
“Off,” he commands, tugging at my shirt. I sit up, allowing him to pull the fabric off of me. It hits the floor with a soft thud at the same moment Dylan unclasps my bra, and his lips wrap around one of my nipples.
“Yes!” I cry out; the feel of his mouth on me has my center pulsing. It’s been way too long since he’s been inside me. Toys and fingers are great, but nothing can replicate the real thing.
I tug as best as I can at his shirt, finally getting it pulled up his torso. He lets go of my breast long enough for the shirt to clear his head and arms, and then he’s right back at it, this time showing attention to my other breast.
With his mouth on one breast, the other in his hand, his fingers are plucking and flicking my nipple until it is stiff and aching. He slides his other hand down my torso and beneath my yoga pants' elastic band and into my panties. His fingers circle my clit, and I about arch off the bed at the contact. I almost come, as well, at the small amount of contact. Dylan laughs at my breast, and I can tell he’s loving how responsive my body is right now.
“Dyl,” I moan as he plunges two fingers inside my wet center.
“Yes, baby?” he asks, his mouth finding mine once again. He plunges his fingers in and out of me, his thumb rubs my clit as I come apart in his hands.
I mumble out a string of babbled words as I fall over the edge. My orgasm hit me hard and fast. Before I know it, Dylan has pulled his hand from my pants then removed them from my body, along with my panties. His mouth lands between my legs, his tongue lapping at my center as he brings me to another quick orgasm with his tongue and fingers. I don’t know how much more I can take right now. My body is on fire from the two orgasms so quickly back to back.
Dylan rolls over on the bed next to me, one of his hands resting on my stomach, the other is behind his head as he uses his forearm as a pillow. I look up at him, my love-drunk eyes practically seeing hearts floating around him as I do.
“It's your turn now,” I say, the endorphins still making me feel like a million bucks, but I also realize that he hasn’t gotten his own release yet.
“When you’re ready,” he says, nudging my cheek with his nose. I kiss his lips, not caring that he was just going down on me.
Before I attempt to pull him on top of me, I break the kiss so I can get rid of the barriers of clothes he still has on, which are keeping me from his glorious cock.
I tug at his joggers. He lifts his hips, and they easily pull down. I make sure to have the waistband of his briefs and take both off at the same time. His cock springs up once freed, smacking against his belly. I watch as he grips it, running his hand up and down his shaft a few times. I notice a small bead of pre-cum leak from his tip, and I shock him when I lean forward and lick it off. “Fucking-A, babe. That was hot,” he tells me as he sinks one of his hands into my hair. I position myself over him, moving his hand off his shaft and replacing it with my own hand. I give him a few good, slow strokes before I wrap my lips around his crown. “Fuuuuuuck,” he groans as I slide my lips down his shaft until his tip hits the back of my throat. My eyes start to water as his crown fills my throat, pulling back and doing it again. On the third or fourth time, I drive him even crazier when I swallow around his tip. The tightness of my muscles on his tip has him dropping even more fucks.
“I’m close, babe,” he warns, tugging at my hair. I pull up, releasing his cock from my mouth but not removing my hand from sliding up and down the shaft.
“Where do you want to come?” I ask, looking up at him from between my lashes.
“Inside of you,” he states, already reaching for a condom. I sit back on my haunches while I watch him rip the packet open and sheath himself. I straddle his hips, allowing his shaft to slide between my wet folds as I tease my clit with his tip. I lift up slightly, then reach down and hold his shaft at my entrance and sink down onto him.
“Yes!” I cry out as he fills me up. I slide up and back down, loving how deep he gets in this position.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard,” he says as he grips my ass. He holds me still, then starts to pound into me from below for a minute before he flips us on the bed, moving us to the edge so he can stand. My legs go up, my heels landing on his shoulders, and my feet hooking behind his neck. He strums my clit as he thrusts hard and fast into me. My body clenches him tightly as I crest over yet another orgasm. My body tightening and pulsing cause him to crest over his own cliff. He collapses forward. My legs fall to the sides as his forehead rests against my breastbone, and he sucks in lungsful of air.
“Now that was one hell of a welcome,” I joke with him once we’ve both caught our breath. “I’ll show up more often if things are going to be that good,” I tease.
“Now that I’ve got my own place, I can fuck you whenever I want,” he says, pressing a kiss between my breasts. “And you don’t have to be quiet.” He chuckles against my skin, and I can’t help but join in his laughter.
He slips from my body, and I watch as he pulls the condom from his half-hard cock. He ties it off and takes it to the bathroom, and tosses it into the trash. He pops his head out of the door, a sex drunk look on his handsome face. “Want to take a shower with me? Then we can head out and grab some dinner and hit up Ikea?”
“Sure,” I answer, rolling to stretch before I stand up. I lay my suitcase down and unzip it. I pull out my bathroom bag, along with the gallon Ziplock that holds my shower things. I also snag one of my hair towels and make my way into the bathroom. Dylan moves his stuff over, making room for my things on the bathroom counter. “Thanks, babe,” I tell him, pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek.
He grabs a towel for me from under the sink, hanging it on the towel rod next to his own. He reaches into the shower, turning it on, and I hand over my shampoo, conditioner, and body wash bottles to him to set in while we wait for the water to warm up.
Once he has everything set down, he tugs me into his arms, our bodies melting into one another. “Have I told you lately how much I’ve missed you?”
“Yes,” I smirk as I push up on my toes, kissing him deeply for a few seconds. We step into the shower, the hot water pelting my skin and relaxing my muscles.
I reach for my shampoo first, lathering up my hair as Dylan starts with his body wash. “So, tell me about the team?” I ask. “What’s it like to be playing at this level?”
“I almost can’t explain it, Hales. It’s been my dream for so long. Some days I still don’t believe that I’m here, playing alongside and against some of my idols. The team—from the ownership, management, coaching staff, equipment managers, and trainers—are some of the best in the business. They’ve all been welcoming and willing to help with anything I need. Tomorrow, maybe we can swing you by the office and get you a pass for the family suite. They have a dedicated place for all the family members to watch the games; you’ll just need a pass, I guess.”
“That sounds nice. Maybe I’ll get to meet some of the other wives and girlfriends,” I say as I duck my head under the water to rinse the soap from my hair.
“Cool, I can’t wait.”
We both finish up, keeping things from heating up for round two, for now. There is always later tonight for that to happen.
“What do you think of this one?” I ask, pointing to a chair for the living room. It has an optional footrest that matches, and both come in an array of colors.
“Looks good. Is it comfortable?” Dylan asks, sitting in one while I sit in the one I pointed at.
“I think so, one of my friends has one in her dorm room, so I’ve sat in it when we’ve been studying.”
“I like it; mark it down on the list. I think I like the black the best, or maybe the espresso,” Dylan says.
“I agree, and I think you should get the footstool with it.”
“You’re the boss, babe,” he says, leaning over for a quick kiss. I add the information to my sheet to pull the pieces once we get to the warehouse section.
It takes us a few hours, but we make it through all of IKEA. Our cart is piled high with everything you might need to furnish a one-bedroom apartment, but at least it will be done, and Dylan will be comfortable. He pulls out a flat cart when we reach the warehouse, and we start making it through all the aisles, pulling box after box out and piling them high. We picked out furniture for the living room, dining room, bedside tables, rugs, and kitchen items, along with lamps and an entry table to put next to the door so he has a dedicated place for keys and such. It will take a few days to build everything, but at least it will give me something to do when he’s busy at practice.
“All set, I still can’t believe we fit it all in the back of the truck,” Dylan says as we climb inside JC’s truck. He was more than willing to let us borrow it to make the run to IKEA. He’s even offered to help unload once we’re back, which is a good thing because some of the items, like the couch, are big and heavy. Dylan shoots him a text to let him know we’re on our way back so that he’s ready when we pull in.
By the time we make it back, John and his girlfriend, Jill, are down in the garage waiting. I grab some of the bags of smaller items and head for the elevator.
“I grabbed a furniture dolly from the building closet,” John says.
“Oh, awesome. I didn’t even know they had those available,” Dylan says, dropping the tailgate.
I wait to the side, holding the elevator door open for the guys as they guide the couch in; Jill and I fill in once they’re situated with our arms full of the bags and smaller items for the short ride up to the fourth floor. Once we arrive, I quickly head down the hall, unlocking the door and opening it wide so the guys can come straight in.
“Where do you want to put this?” John asks, looking around at the empty room.
“I think over here, facing the TV. Do you agree, Hales?” he asks me.
“Sounds good to me, if we don’t like it later, we can always move it,” I tell him. While the guys get the couch off the dolly and situated, I take the bags into the kitchen.
“Thank you so much for your help,” I say to Jill as she follows me.
“Of course, we’re happy to help. Please let me know if you need anything. I’ll leave you with my cell number so you can call or text whenever.”
“Thanks, I’d appreciate that,” I tell her as we both start to unload the bags, setting everything out on the counters.
“Looks like a successful trip to IKEA.” Jill chuckles as she scans everything we’ve unloaded already.
“It sure was. We’ve still got so much to bring up,” I tell her, looking at things.
“Let’s go grab another load, then,” she suggests, and we follow the guys out and down to the truck. They load the dolly up with some of the boxes for the end tables while Jill and I grab some of the other bags and lighter boxes of lamps and rugs.
“It’s going to take all my time just getting all of this stuff put away and the apartment looking nice,” I muse as we drop another load, going back for what I hope is our last one for the night. I’m exhausted after starting my morning with a final, flying halfway across the country, followed by an afternoon and evening filled with shopping.
“But think of how much fun it will be!” Jill says excitedly. “It is a clean slate in here, so anything you do is an improvement.”
“True, I just had to laugh when I got here earlier today and saw how empty it was. True guy fashion, he had the ‘important’ things set up,” I tell her, and we both laugh.
“Typical guy,” she agrees. “All about the TV and video games. I swear, as long as they can watch their sports and play their games, they’re happy as can be,” she muses.
“Yep,” I say as I start to unload another bag of items. I remove the tags on some rugs, plopping them down on the kitchen floor.
“See, you’re already making progress,” she states, handing me another one to place down. I turn, looking everywhere so I can determine exactly where I want each rug.
“I think that’s everything!” I hear Dylan call out as John and him empty the dolly cart.
“Perfect,” I tell him, stopping what I’m going through to join them in the living room. “It’s already looking homier with just the couch in place.”
“Thanks for all the help and for letting me borrow your truck,” Dylan says to JC.
“Anytime, man. Let me know if you need any more help moving anything, and I can pop over.”
“Will do,” he says, hitting Johnathan’s outstretched hand with a fist bump.
“I’ll take this back unless you think you’ll need it for anything.”
“Not that I can think of; where do they keep it for future reference?” Dylan asks.
“When you’re in the lobby, there is that double-door closet off to the left of the elevator, if you open that up, you’ll find all sorts of items that are here for tenants to use. Ladders, some tools, this dolly.”
“Nice, I’ll have to keep that in mind.”
“Thanks for your help, it was nice to meet you both,” I call out to both Jill and Johnathan as they prepare to leave.
“Of course, and feel free to call or text me anytime,” Jill replies.
“Thanks, will do!” I tell her sincerely.
“I’m exhausted,” Dylan says, plopping down on the couch after locking up after they left.
“Same,” I tell him, sitting down on the couch next to him. I lay my head down on his shoulder, relaxing into his warmth.
“Thanks for your help picking everything out,” he says, wrapping his arm around my shoulders. I feel his lips press a kiss against the top of my head.
“Of course,” I say, a yawn hitting me.
“Let’s go to bed,” he suggests. “We’re both exhausted, and I’ve got to be up early for practice.”
“Oh, that’s right. How long will you be gone for that?” I ask, covering a second yawn.
“A few hours. I think we’ve just got on-ice stuff to do, plus, I should hit up the gym for a little bit. I should be home by early afternoon. If you want, I can bring home a late lunch. I’ve been turned on to a local Mexican place that most of the guys love going to. I haven’t had anything bad from them yet,” he tells me.
“Sure, I plan to sleep as late as I possibly can. Catch up on some of the sleep I’ve missed out on the past week with finals, then I’ll get started on building things and getting everything we bought put away. It might take me a few days, but I’ll get it all done,” I tell him as he pulls me to stand. He links our fingers together and pulls me behind him as we make our way to the bedroom. It doesn’t take me long to wash my face and brush my teeth. I also pull out some sleep shorts and a tank top to sleep in, slipping into them while Dylan is in the bathroom getting himself ready for bed as well. I slide under the blanket and sheet, the coolness of the sheets making me cold
almost instantly. I might not be able to sleep in only a tank top and shorts here like I am back at school. That Southern California weather has spoiled me, and I’m used to much warmer weather.
“Love you,” I vaguely comprehend Dylan telling me as he slips into the bed next to me. His warm body cocooning mine, his heat instantly warms me up.
“Love you,” I mumble back, not able to keep myself awake any longer.
Chapter Five
Dylan
“Honey, I’m home!” I call out as I walk through the door of my apartment. I almost don’t recognize it, seeing as how when I left this morning, it was still a mess of piles from our trip to IKEA last night, and now it looks like a real home. The table has been assembled, along with the four chairs that go around it. Hailey has added a small centerpiece to it and the placemats we bought to go on it. She’s assembled the end tables, placing them next to the couch and chair.
“I’m in the bedroom,” she calls out, and I head that way. “Just finishing up assembling the nightstand,” she says as I come to a stop in the doorway to my room.
“You’ve been busy today; the apartment looks amazing, babe,” I tell her, looking around my bedroom and taking in the changes she’s made.
“I’m glad you like it!” she says. I watch as she tightens a bolt before sliding a finished drawer into the nightstand.
“All done?” I ask, holding up the bag of takeout I grabbed on my way home from practice. “Lunch is still hot.”
“I can stop for now, plus, I’m starving,” she says, popping up off the floor. She looks cute as hell in some sweats and one of my hoodies. It is swimming on her petite frame, but I’ll never get tired of seeing her in my clothes.
“I see you found my hoodies,” I tease Hailey as I pull everything out of the bag, placing it on the counter as she grabs us two plates.