Rookie Move (Indianapolis Eagles Series Book 9) Page 5

  “Of course, I needed to pick what ones I’ll be stealing to take back to school with me,” she says, hitting my hip with her own as we stand side-by-side. I finish filling my plate, then drop a kiss on her cheek before making my way over to the table. “Do you want anything to drink?” she asks before leaving the kitchen.

  “I’m good for now, thanks, babe,” I tell her as I dig into my food. “What is left to assemble?” I ask once she’s seated next to me and has gotten a few bites of food into her.

  “The entryway cabinet and the second nightstand. Once those are assembled, it is just making sure everything is put away where you want it. Do you have your personal things coming with your car this week?” she asks, scooping up a chip with some salsa from the bowl she brought over with her plate.

  “Yeah, one of the guys I lived with boxed my room up for me. He put everything in my car, and the transportation company will pick it up tomorrow,” I tell her as I finish off my lunch.

  “Oh, good. It will be nice to have everything in one place.”

  “Yeah,” I say, looking around this place that is quickly turning into a home. “Kinda crazy that this is my life now,” I tell her honestly.

  “I’m so proud of you. You’ve earned it.”

  “You really think so? I’m still so young. There are guys three, four, five years older than me still hoping and dreaming of a shot like I’ve been given.”

  “Of course, you deserve it. You can’t let other people’s success or lack of it hold you back. You’ve worked your ass off just as much as they have to make it to where you are right now. You deserve whatever you accomplish. I know I might be biased, but I’ve also been by your side the last four—almost five—years and watched how much time you’ve dedicated to improving your skills. Working out to make your body stronger. Waking up hours early to hit the ice to work on your speed or stick work or puck handling. The countless hours after school and practice that you spent on your own running drills and getting your buddies or me to pass pucks to you so you could perfect your shot. Not many guys have the determination and drive that you do.”

  “I couldn’t do all of this without your support and encouragement, you know that, right?” I tell her, tugging her from her chair and into my lap. I hate the fact we can’t be together all the time, but I’m also not an asshole who can’t see the importance of Hailey following her dream of becoming a doctor. She’s going to be a kickass doctor, and just like I have the determination and drive to be the best hockey player I can be, she’s got the same drive and determination to be the best doctor she can be.

  “I know, but only because you’re so good at telling me,” she says, cupping my cheek.

  “January is going to suck when you have to go back to school,” I say, breathing her in as I pull her closer. I know she’s already sitting in my lap, but I feel like there’s too much space between our torsos.

  “Don’t remind me,” she groans. “Let’s not focus on that; let’s focus on the here and now. I just got here yesterday, and I have five weeks to be with you. Let’s make the most out of all of them,” she suggests, her eyebrows bouncing up and down. I can’t hold in the bark of laughter that escapes my lips as I start to tickle her sides, which causes her to start squirming in my lap. Her squirms quickly cause my cock to swell in my athletic pants, which do absolutely nothing to hide the growing erection housed within them.

  “Hmmhmmm, someone’s happy to see me,” Hailey teases as she rubs her hand on the bulge in my pants.

  “You’re such a tease,” I say against her skin, my lips finding purchase on her exposed neck. She’s got her blonde locks piled on the top of her head in a messy bun, which leaves her entire neck open and ready for my lips to map.

  “Who’s the tease now?” she asks when I remove my lips from her skin.

  “I’ve got to save something for later,” I quip. “Before we take this to the bedroom for another round—not that I don’t want to do just that right now, because I do—I just know that we should get everything done around here. You’ve already worked this hard all day; we might as well finish.”

  “I guess you’re right,” she agrees with me. I stand up and grab our dirty plates and silverware from the table.

  “Did you get enough to eat?” I ask, setting the plates down in the sink. I turn the water on, scrubbing them off before placing them in the dishwasher.

  “I did,” she affirms.

  “Where did you want to start?” I ask once the dirty dishes are in the dishwasher and the leftover food is all boxed up and in the fridge.

  “If you start with the entryway cabinet, I can go in and make the second nightstand. Since I’ve already put one together, it should be fairly easy for me to do the second one. Then we can relax, maybe watch a movie on Netflix or Prime.”

  “Sounds good, babe.” I pull her in for a kiss, shifting my hands to cup her cheeks as I deepen it. She breathily sighs as she opens up for me. Before I throw all caution to the wind and say “fuck it” to building furniture, I break the kiss, bringing my forehead to hers. I stare into her eyes, looking for that connection we’ve just always seemed to have.

  “Love you,” she whispers between the two of us.

  “I love you, too.” I squeeze her tight, not wanting to ever have to let her go again but knowing that I’ve got to do it countless more times before she’s done with school and we can be together once and for all.

  “Go build that table, and then we can meet back on the couch and curl up and watch a movie together,” she suggests.

  “Okay,” I finally agree as she pulls out of my grasp. I watch as she walks away, her ass swaying and enticing me to follow her into the bedroom. I hold back, turning instead for the box leaning against the wall by the door.

  I tear it open, setting out all the pieces and parts, and then read over the instructions. Once I’ve got the gist of what I need to do, I find the first few pieces I’ll need and start the assembly, only stopping once to grab a few tools that I need.

  About forty-five minutes later, I adjust the finished table, setting it where I think Hailey wanted it placed by the door. I wasn’t so sure about it when she suggested it, but now that I see it in the space, she knew what she was doing, and this is why I let her take the lead on furnishing my place. I don’t have a knack for this shit, but I know that she loves it.

  “You about done in here?” I ask, poking my head into the bedroom. She’s got the second nightstand finished and in place, setting up her things on it.

  “Yep, just getting things situated,” she says, flashing me a quick smile as she looks at me over her shoulder. “How’d the building of the entry table go?”

  “Fine, didn’t screw up any steps.”

  “That’s good. I was waiting for a string of cuss words to come floating this way, so I’m impressed,” she teases, walking into my open arms.

  “Ha-ha.” I fake laugh. “I’m not that bad,” I tease, hugging her tightly. Since our time together is so limited, I just want to be touching her at all times when we do get to be together.

  “Ready for the movie?” she asks, turning her head up and placing a kiss on the underside of my jaw.

  “I guess unless I can convince you to forgo the movie and let me ravish you instead,” I suggest, my lips ghosting along her neck, nipping at the skin as I do. I press my erection into her belly, showing her just how much I want her right now.

  “Mhmm,” she moans, “I could probably be persuaded to change my mind.” I take that as my cue and lift her up and place her down on the bed just a couple feet away. I quickly strip her from her clothes, dropping mine just as fast. The desperation to be inside her is overwhelming. It has always been this way between the two of us. We were each other’s first—only—sexual partners. We waited to have sex until we were seventeen, but we’ve always been electric when together since then. Both always willing to try anything new that the other wants to try out at least once.

  I roll the condom on and quickly line mysel
f up with her entrance. I can see her arousal and know that she’s just as ready for me as I am for her. With my cock at her opening, I snap my hips forward, filling her completely until I’m balls deep inside her tight cunt. “Fuck, Hails,” I groan as I grind my molars together, holding myself from blowing with one pump. The bad thing about living away from your girlfriend and having infrequent sex is my stamina has to be built back up when we’re together. Not that I’m complaining about all the sex we do have when we’re together. “You’re going to make me come before we even get things started,” I say as I lean down and take her lips with my own.

  While our tongues tangle, I find a steady rhythm that quickly brings us both to the edge. I break the kiss and slightly change up the angle, not wanting this to end too soon for either of us. I circle my thumb around Hailey’s clit, and I can feel it pulsing against my skin. “Come for me, baby,” I tell her, thrusting a little harder as I press down on her clit.

  “Dylan!” She cries out my name as she pulses around my cock. I see stars as I feel the tingle of my own orgasm building as it slides down my spine and into the base of my cock before I let go, filling the condom as I collapse forward, catching myself on my forearms so that I don’t crush her beneath me.

  “That was,” she quietly muses, her lips brushing against the sweaty skin of my shoulder, “amazing,” she finishes her thought.

  I take her with me as I roll us over, not yet ready to completely break our connection. The movement of us rolling causes me to slip from her body, and I immediately miss her heat.

  “That was so much better than a movie on the couch,” she says a few minutes later, now curled up against my side, her arm slung across my torso as her head rests on my chest.

  I can’t help but chuckle at her comment. “We can still go curl up and watch a movie. Maybe even naked, perhaps have round two out on the couch,” I suggest, my hand skirting up and down her naked back as I hold her close.

  “You’re incorrigible.” She laughs, smacking her hand against my abs.

  “You know you love me anyway.” I lightly tickle her side, which causes her to squirm against me and almost has her kneeing me in the balls. “Careful!” I quickly move my hips back and drop my free hand to cover my dick from her knee.

  “Sorry,” she laughs, “but it would have been your own fault if I would have kneed you. You know how ticklish I am.” She looks up at me, the smile on her face something I could look at all the time. I can’t help myself, I have to kiss her, so I do just that, pulling her up to take her lips with my own.

  Chapter Six

  Hailey

  “I am sooo excited for tonight,” I tell my twin sister, Emily, as we FaceTime. “I can’t believe I finally get to watch Dylan play live in an NHL game.” I let out a squeal then slap my hand over my mouth. He’s in the bedroom taking his gameday nap before having to be up and back at the rink for pre-game stuff.

  “Are you sitting with anyone else from the team?” she asks as she paints another layer of polish across her nails. Her phone is sitting in a cradle so that she can multi-task while we’re talking.

  “The owners are very family-oriented and have a box for all the family members. Dylan took me by the team’s office yesterday, and they gave me a badge that will give me access to the private parking lot, back door, and the suite. Then, he took me over to the area so that I know where to go since he has to go in so much earlier than I do. I’m going to ride over with Johnathan Camps and his girlfriend, Jill. Johnathan is the one that lives here in the building and has kind of taken on mentoring Dyl. He retired just before the start of this season, but I guess he is still involved some with the team. I don’t think he was really ready to retire but was forced into it due to an injury,” I tell her, but I don’t think she’s paid much attention to everything I just said. Sports don’t really interest her, but she tolerates me talking about hockey because, well, it is important to me because it is such a huge part of Dylan’s life. “Hey,” I say, snapping my fingers to get Emily’s attention. “Are you even paying attention to me?” I ask, trying to act annoyed at her.

  “Of course, I am,” she says, stopping what she’s doing and moving so she’s looking straight at me via the camera. “You’re going to the game with some guy and his girlfriend and hanging out in some fancy suite.” She gives a pretty good recap of what I told her, so I’ll let it pass. “Too bad you’re not twenty-one yet; I’m sure that suite will have a bomb-ass bar,” she comments, and I can’t help but shake my head at her.

  “You know you’re the same age as me, two minutes younger, to be exact,” I tease. I loved holding that over her head growing up, but all I get now is an eye-roll. I love my sister to death, but we couldn’t be more different if we tried. We might look exactly alike, but that is where the similarities stop.

  “Too bad you’re such a good girl; you could live on the wild side and order a drink and see if they stop you. I’d totally do it if I was there with you.”

  “First off, I’d have to drag you kicking and screaming to attend a game, and second, I’m not going to break the freaking law at Dylan’s job. I’d never forgive myself if that came back on him and somehow jeopardized his spot on the team.”

  “Oh shit, yeah, I guess you’re right. Okay, so no trying to get free booze,” she says, moving on to putting on makeup.

  “Are you going out tonight?” I ask, shifting on the couch.

  “Yep!” she squeals. “Michael, Tasha, and Brant are all back, and we’re meeting up at the mall. Going to grab some dinner and see where the night takes us.” She winks into the camera.

  “I still don’t know what you see in Michael.” I shudder at the thought of him. He was always such a punk-ass kid when we were growing up. Never really had any motivation to do anything with his life, and I don’t think that has changed much, even if he did go off to college.

  “He’s not that bad, plus, he’s fantastic in bed. Has a big cock and knows how to use it.” She flashes me a devilish grin.

  “Eww. I did not need to know that.” I scrunch up my nose in disgust and stick my tongue out at her.

  “Like you haven’t bragged thousands of times about Dylan’s cock and how he rocks your world,” she volleys back, and I can feel my cheeks heat as a blush fills them because I know she’s got me on that one. For as different as we are, we’re still one of each other’s best friends. Choosing to go away for college and be away from Emily and Dylan was one of the hardest decisions I’ve ever had to make in my life. I knew that being away from Emily was going to happen at some point in our lives, but at the same time that Dylan was drafted and sent to the AHL was a hard pill to swallow last year. This year was a little easier to get used to when it was time to head back to California, but now that he’s playing in the NHL, and it looks very promising that he’ll be playing here permanently, the desire to transfer to a university here has been at the forefront of my mind. I need to research it some more and find out if I can still apply and see if my credits would transfer. I’d also have to deal with scholarships and such since the school I’m currently at gave me an academic scholarship that covers everything. That would be hard to give up, so it’s a big decision I need to make in the next month.

  “Tasha is trying to call, so I’m going to let you go. Have a good time tonight, call me tomorrow or something,” she says, giving me kissy lips before she disconnects the call before I can even reply.

  I toss my phone down on the cushion next to me. I grab the remote, hitting the mute button, turning the sound back on so I can listen to it. I flip through the channels, finally stopping on a channel playing Sweet Home Alabama. I just love Reese Witherspoon, so I quickly get sucked into the movie.

  “Wake up, sleepyhead,” Dylan whispers into my ear as his lips find open skin just below. I stretch, having fallen asleep on the couch.

  “Hi,” I greet him as I open my eyes.

  “You should have come napped with me,” he says, standing to his full height. I drink him in, cl
ad in a suit that looks like it was tailored within an inch of his life. He fills it out to a T, and it has my mouth-watering. It’s not fair how damn good he looks in it. “Need a tissue?” he asks.

  “What, why? No,” I stammer in reply.

  “You were about to drool over there,” he teases.

  “I was not. Don’t be an ass.” I chuck the throw pillow I was laying on at him, completely missing him as it falls to the floor just past my feet.

  “I can’t help it if I’m this good looking,” he says, tugging at his cuffs.

  “As I said, don’t be an ass. It isn’t a good look on you.”

  “You know you want me.” He smirks.

  “While that might be true, I don’t want an ass.” I give him my sternest look.

  “I’m just messing with you, babe.”

  “I know. What time do you have to leave?” I ask, changing the subject.

  “In about ten minutes,” he says, looking at the watch on his wrist.

  I stand and stretch. “I guess I should go take a shower once you leave, then, so I can get ready for when Johnathan and Jill are ready to go.”

  “Sounds like a solid plan. I left you a little present in on the bed,” he says, pulling me into his arms. I wrap mine around his torso and rest my head against his chest. The spicy bite of his cologne hits my nostrils, and I breathe in deep, loving the smell of it.

  “Did you get new cologne?” I ask, realizing that this is different than what I’m used to.

  “I did. When I went to order a couple of suits with one of the other guys, he needed to stop and get some for himself. I smelled a few of the samples one of the sales ladies offered up and really liked this one. Do you like it?” he asks.

  “I do. It’s so different from what you normally wear.”

  “I’m glad you approve,” he says, kissing me chastely.

  “I also approve of the suit.” I pinch his ass in the well-fitted trousers.