The Game Changer : Indianapolis Eagles Series Book 8 Page 8

  We make it inside, and I spot Julia and Beckett across the room and make a beeline directly to them. We wrap each other up in a huge hug, squealing just a little louder than probably socially acceptable in this type of setting. “Let me see it!” I exclaim, pulling back and grabbing her hand to see the rock that Beckett put on her finger.

  “I love it!” Julia tells me. “It is perfect, he did so well!”

  “He sure did!” I exclaim, holding her hand up and getting a good look. “I’m so happy for the two of you!”

  “Thank you. So how are things?” she asks, looking behind me to where John is talking to Beckett. My eyes find his and it’s almost surreal how quickly we’ve fallen into this easiness with one another. Ever since that day I ran into him outside of my work and he randomly asked me out that night, we’ve become almost inseparable. We’ve spent every night after I’m done with work together, as well as the weekends.

  “Things are good. A whirlwind, but really good,” I tell her honestly. “I’m not sure I even know what’s going on between the two of us, but I’m enjoying whatever it is and plan to let it play out, however that is. For now, we’re just enjoying getting to really know each other,” I tell her.

  “I’m sure that getting to know one another is really fun,” she teases me, bumping her shoulder against mine.

  “Like you’ve got much room to talk, Miss go on vacation and come back engaged.”

  “I know, and it was so damn dreamy. I wish you could have been there in person,” she says.

  “I know, but it was so nice that he thought to have me included over FaceTime.”

  “It was. Now, I have to ask, will you be my Maid of Honor?”

  “Like you even have to ask?” I tell her as I wrap her in another hug. “Have you guys started thinking of dates or locations?”

  “Next summer at the earliest, and I think we want to do it in Sweden. Jill, I can’t tell you just how beautiful it was there! If I wouldn’t miss home so much, I could totally move there.”

  “You can’t! I need you here!” I tell her, knowing that they would probably never move there.

  “It’s obviously not happening anytime soon, but I could see the possibility when Beckett is done with his pro career. Or at least splitting our time between locations for part of the year.”

  “That’s so crazy. How was his family?” I ask as we take our seats.

  “They were so amazing. His sisters were so fun, his parents and grandparents were some of the sweetest people I’ve ever met. I’m one lucky girl to be marrying into such an amazing family.”

  “I’m so happy for the two of you,” I tell her once again. Our attention is pulled to the on-stage speaker and then to the meal that is being served before the fun of the bachelor auction starts. They also have tables set up along the perimeter of the room with silent auction items that people can bid on and take home with them tonight.

  “Don’t forget, I go home with you tonight,” John reminds me as he presses his lips to mine before it is time for him to go backstage for his turn up on the auction block.

  “What’s that all about?” Julia asks, leaning toward me as I watch John walk away.

  “He agreed to do this when I asked, but only under the condition that I bid to win him. When I expressed my concern on not being able to afford that kind of donation, he insisted that he’d pay for it. When I asked him what kind of budget he was thinking, just in case, since I’ve seen some of these get pretty out of hand, he told me to try and keep it under six-figures,” I tell her, still a little shocked at that conversation.

  “Well, then. I guess we’ve got some bidding to do,” she tells me, like dropping one hundred thousand dollars at a charity function is a normal everyday thing. I’m over here in my chair sweating over the thought of spending that kind of money when I don’t even make that much money in an entire year.

  “Don’t overanalyze it, just have fun with all of it,” Julia tells me as the first bachelor is brought on stage. Some women right next to it go a little crazy, cheering him on. I watch as paddles pop up around the room as the auctioneer starts calling out numbers so fast I can’t even understand him.

  “What is he even saying?” I ask Julia.

  “Good question.” She laughs as we both strain to understand him.

  A few guys are auctioned off before John steps up on the stage and is introduced. A few cheers go up around the room and my nerves shoot up once again as the auctioneer readies the crowd to start bidding. I’m hopeful that it will only be a few thousand if the other auctions have any telling as to how much people are willing to spend on these types of things.

  The bidding starts and almost immediately jumps up to over a thousand dollars before I can even get my damn paddle up. The auctioneer is busy, calling out bids from all over the room. My palms are sweaty, but I keep raising my hand to outbid the other women in the room. The bids finally start to slow down, bouncing between just one other woman and me. She stares me down from a few tables away, the determination on her face to win the date with Johnathan. Little does she know that I’m even more determined.

  “We’ve got fifteen thousand, do we have sixteen thousand,” the auctioneer asks, pointing at me. I know that as soon as I say yes that she’s just going to accept the next bid.

  “Twenty-five thousand!” I call out, shocking everyone in the room, myself included. I don’t know what in the hell came over me to yell that out, but I can’t take it back now.

  “We have twenty-five thousand, do we have twenty-six thousand from the woman at table three?” the auctioneer asks, turning his attention to the other woman. She glares at me from her place and then sits down in her seat, obviously a little pissed off that I beat her out.

  “Twenty-five thousand, going once-twice-sold to bidder number twenty-seven,” they call out and I fall back into my seat, the room suddenly spinning around me as the realization of what I just did sinks in. I really hope that John isn’t mad about my outburst and spending so much of his money.

  “That was awesome!” Julia says as the auction moves on. “You were a badass the way you took control and won your man!”

  I grab my glass of wine, chugging what is left in it. “I still can’t believe I just spent twenty-five thousand dollars of someone else’s money like it was nothing,” I tell her.

  “Yeah, but he told you to and it’s for a good cause.”

  “That was awesome,” John’s voice pulls me from my daze as he sits back down next to me.

  “You’re not mad?” I ask, almost scared to look at him.

  “Mad? Hell no,” he tells me, tugging on my chair to get me to turn and face him, “I might be a little turned on by how take charge you were.” He whispers so only I can hear him. “That was hot, babe,” he tells me before kissing me on the lips. The stress from the last ten minutes melts away knowing that he really is okay with it.

  Chapter Nine

  Johnathan

  Standing on the stage as the auctioneer called out bids as paddles were constantly popping up around the room was a bit crazy to watch. I kept my eyes on Jill, making sure she kept her end of our little agreement. I’ve known a few other guys who’ve participated in events like this and had their girlfriends do the exact same thing. Kept them from having an awkward date with someone they don’t know, but the charity still got the benefit of the donation.

  I knew the amount of the bids were starting to make Jill worry, so when she stood up and shouted out twenty-five grand, my chin about hit the ground. I loved every second of her doing it, and damn if her determination wasn’t sexy as all get out.

  “Are you ready to get out of here?” I ask Jill as the event starts to wind down. We’ve mingled and done our part to support the charity. Now I want to take my girl home and watch as her dress hits the floor. Not that it doesn’t look smoking hot on her, but I think it will look even better on my bedroom floor.

  “Yes, let me just say goodbye to Julia and Beckett,” she says. We make our way ov
er to where they’re talking with a few other attendees.

  “Good seeing you,” Beckett says, offering his hand for me to shake. We became pretty good friends over this last season. First, with him moving in with me for a while, and then, just from being teammates. He’s one damn good goalie and the Eagles organization is lucky to have signed him. He’ll definitely be a good asset to the team for many seasons to come.

  “You too, I’m sure we’ll see each other around sooner than later,” I tell him. If things keep going the way they are between Jill and I, I can foresee many double dates and hanging out together happening

  “Yeah, things are going good between the two of you?” he asks.

  “Yeah, we’re enjoying one another. Things are getting semi-serious at this point. We’re probably more in the serious category ,” I tell him. I know he fought his attraction to Julia for a few months, mainly because her dad is his goalie coach and he didn’t think he’d approve. I’m guessing he got over that fear considering he proposed a few days ago and she said yes.

  “Well, good luck with that,” he muses, smacking me on the back as we watch the girls hug goodbye.

  “Thanks,” I call out over my shoulder to him as I step forward, accepting Jill’s outstretched hand. I link our fingers together and let her lead me through the crowd and out to the parking lot. Once at my truck, I hit the unlock button on the key fob in my pocket, but before I open the passenger door, I back Jill against it, boxing her in with my body.

  I drop my lips to her neck, finding her pulse pounding against my touch. “This dress has had me half hard all night,” I say before I lightly suck on her neck, leaving the lightest mark possible. “I’ve wanted to strip you out of it since you first put it on all those hours ago,” I say, skimming my lips up the column of her exposed neck and along her jaw. I ghost along her cheek until my lips find hers. I press my hard body into hers, my cock aching as it swells against my zipper and her belly. “Are you ready for me to take you home and fuck you? Maybe on the counter, or against the wall?” I whisper into her ear as I grind my pelvis against hers. A moan escaped her lips, followed by a gasp as her own hips rotated into mine.

  “Yes,” Jill moans into my neck. My cock twitches again from her breath hitting my skin. I back up, pulling her with me so that I can open the truck door and help her up into it. Once she’s secure, I quickly make my way around the front and hop into the driver seat.

  I don’t think I abide by any posted speed limit sign as I drive us back to my place. With one hand on the steering wheel, my right one finds a place on her thigh. The way the slit in her dress falls, it exposes her leg fully to me. I have to keep myself from letting my hand drift too high while I’m driving. I don’t need to crash into anything and really mess up my plans for the rest of the night.

  “Race you upstairs.” Jill smiles over at me. Her hand is already posed on the door handle as I park in my assigned garage spot.

  “You sure about that?” I ask, a smirk pulling at the corners of my mouth.

  “It’s on!” she calls as she jumps down and takes off for the elevator. I quickly catch up to her, sliding my arm around her waist as I pull her flush against my front. My cock rubs against her ass and lower back as I splay my hand across her belly. Thank fuck the elevator doors slide open at that moment and it arrives empty. We walk in together, still fully touching. I hit the button for my floor, then turn my attention back to Jill. She watches me in the reflection of the metal wall. I push her hair off one shoulder then lower my lips to the newly exposed skin. I trail my lips from her shoulder, up her neck, alternating between sucking, nipping, and kissing the skin as I go along. I suck her earlobe between my lips, grazing my teeth along it. I can feel her body tense with each one of my movements. Her skin puckers with goose bumps as I work my way around it, teasing and building her up.

  The doors slide open behind me. I quickly spin Jill around, lifting her up and into my arms in one quick movement.

  “John!” she shrieks as I walk as quickly as I can down the hall and to my door.

  “Pull the keys from my pocket,” I tell her, and feel as her hand snakes down and slips into my pocket, pulling them out. She slides the key into the lock, and I swear they are the longest fucking seconds of my entire life. Longer than the last ten seconds before the final buzzer the multiple times I’ve won the Stanley Cup, longer than it takes my slapshot to make it from the top of the zone into the back of the net. “Come on, woman, open the damn door,” I practically growl as she turns the lock.

  “You need to be patient,” she teases me as the door swings open. I carry her over the threshold, kicking the door closed behind me. I spin around, locking the deadbolt and pinning Jill up against the door. I let her slide down my body, making sure she feels every single inch of my hardness as she does.

  “I’ll teach you patience,” I tell her as my lips connect with her skin. She’s not going to know what hit her by the time I let her come tonight.

  With one hand, I gather both of hers, pinning them to the door above her head. I trail my lips down her neck, across her collar bone and down the V-neck of her dress, not skipping an inch of her exposed skin. “You can move your hands, but no touching me,” I command as I remove my hand from her wrists. I use my hand to untie the halter portion of her dress, watching as it drops and exposes her lace-covered breasts. Her nipples are hard and pebbled against the fabric, the dusty color showing easily through the pale pink bra. I brush my tongue over one nipple, loving the friction the lace helps create. I can feel it harden against my tongue as I flick back and forth over it. I switch to the other one, paying it the same attention as moans start to fall from Jill’s lips. Her hands come up to touch my face, but just before she makes contact, her hands jerk back, balling into fists as she brings them back to her sides. “Good girl,” I praise her.

  I reach behind her, finding the zipper and tugging it down. I help by placing her hand on my shoulder to steady herself as the dress falls from her body and she steps out of it. I toss it aside and take my fill of her sexy as fuck body. I reach down, adjusting my cock so it doesn’t dig into the zipper of my slacks. My cock might not like it, but he’s gonna have to wait. I’ve got some teasing and an orgasm or two to deliver before he gets to be the star of this show.

  “Hands back on the wall,” I tell Jill, looking up at her from my position on my knees in front of her. The power play that is going on between the two of us in this moment is a fucking turn on. I watch carefully as she does as I’ve instructed. She’s standing in front of me in nothing but a lace bra and matching thong and some fuck-me heels that I hope are digging into my ass in a little while. “Are you ready to have your world rocked?” I ask, brushing my thumb lightly over her mound. I don’t press it directly on her clit and that has her body aching for me to do so.

  “Yes,” she moans a little breathily.

  I replace my thumb with my mouth, kissing her mound through the scrap of fabric that covers her. I slip a finger beneath, tugging it out of my way. My tongue traces her slit. She’s already so fucking wet and ready for me. I blow lightly against where my tongue just traced and watch as her body shudders from the cold air. I slide forward a little then hook one of her legs over my shoulder. With her open to me, I feast on her pussy. I lap at her before finally sucking her clit into my mouth and lashing at it with my tongue. Her cries of pleasure fill my ears as I slide two fingers deep inside her, finding her G-spot as my tongue works her clit. I know her body is about to crest over the edge, I can feel it start to flutter around my fingers, so I back off, releasing her clit and pulling my fingers back.

  “Fuck, John!” she cries, her fingers digging into my scalp as she tries to move my mouth back to where she wants it.

  “Patience, baby,” I remind her. “Hands back on the wall,” I instruct, and it takes her a few seconds to do as I’ve said. “How attached to this thong are you?” I ask her, running my fingertips along the top edge.

  “What?” she asks, obviously
my question has thrown her off.

  “How attached to this thong are you?” I ask again.

  “I don’t know, not really, I guess,” she says and that’s all I need to know. I’ll buy her ten new ones if she wants. I grip the fabric in my fist and pull. It rips at one of the seams, just like I knew it would.

  “Holy shit that was hot,” she tells me as she looks down, our eyes locking once more.

  With her panties out of my way, I return to playing and teasing her pussy. My fingers circle her clit as I bring my tongue to her opening, lapping at it as I build her back up. It doesn’t take nearly as long this time to bring her to the edge of orgasm. I back off a second time, her dismay not lost on me. This time, I stand, shucking my own clothes as quickly as possible. I open my wallet, pulling out the condom I stashed in it just the other day. I roll the latex down my cock, giving it a few strokes once on.

  “This is going to be hard and fast,” I warn Jill as I line my cock up with her entrance.

  “Yes!” she cries as I thrust inside, pinning her against the door. I thrust as hard and fast as I can. Her pussy instantly starts to flutter and squeeze my cock as her orgasm barrels through her body. I piston my hips through it, milking her of everything I can get. I crash my lips against hers, sucking her tongue hard against my own as my hips smack relentlessly against hers. I swallow her cries of pleasure with each thrust. I can feel my own orgasm start to build. The tingle at the base of my spine that quickly makes its way down and into my balls as they smack against her ass with each thrust.

  “Come again with me,” I say, nipping at her lips as I thrust my hips one last time. I groan her name as my orgasm hits me full on, triggering her body to spasm with mine. I don’t know how I manage to stay standing, especially with holding all of her weight along with mine. My legs are shaking by the time I stop filling the condom with my release. Because of the weird angle, I slip from her pussy much sooner than I would have preferred. Jill’s sated body slides down mine, until her feet find the floor. Once I’m convinced she’s got her feet under her, I step back, sliding the condom off and tying it so I can toss it in the trash.