Filed to story: Luci Forrester and Easton Reed: Hockey Romance Story
I smile at him, feeling the warmth spread through me. “Oh, that reminds me! The fire station near campus is decorating their trucks Saturday afternoon for the light parade we’re going to. Kids can watch and even sit in the trucks. It’s also where the EMTs who responded to the car crash with Cole and me are stationed.”
“I thought I could come over early Saturday morning to help him decorate Christmas cookies. Then we could drop some off for the guys who took him to the hospital and watch them decorate the trucks. Their names are Warner and Ari.”
He groans dramatically. “You want to go to a fire station with sweets and drop them off? I’m definitely coming with you.”
“You want to join us?” I ask, surprised.
“Sweetness, I have no doubt those firefighters will show off for you and any other pretty girl who shows up. And you want to take them fancy cookies? Not without me standing next to you. I’m going too.”
“Do you really think I’d flirt with the firemen?” I laugh, taking a sip of my hot chocolate.
“No. I think they’re going to flirt with you, and I’m not taking any chances on the men in uniform trend not affecting you.”
I lean back, laughing hard. “You’re ridiculous.”
“No, I’m perceptive and forward-thinking. I’ll be ready. And do I not get any cookies too?” He narrows his eyes playfully at me.
“I’ll bring plenty of extras. I was already planning on it.”
“Good answer. Come here, sweetness.” He tugs me into his lap, kissing me softly. “Mmm, you taste like hot chocolate.” His hands wrap around my waist, and I let him sweep me away.
But then, his fingers start to unbutton my jeans, and I instinctively reach for his hands to stop him.
“You don’t want me to touch you?” he asks, his tone patient.
“No. But if you’re cashing in your thank you, I think I’m the one who’s supposed to touch you. Otherwise, the math doesn’t add up.”
His gaze sweeps over me, a flicker of surprise in his eyes. “I’m not going to fight you, but I didn’t expect that yet, Luci.”
“How is that fair to you?” I ask, genuinely curious.
“It’s not about fair. It’s about making sure you’re ready.”
“I like fairness. I’m weird like that. So maybe you can teach me something else tonight?” I suggest, slipping my fingers under his sweater. He quickly pulls it off, and I trace the tattoo on his chest, my eyes wide with curiosity.
“That’s Cole’s fingerprint from when he was two, along with his birthdate. They say you shouldn’t tattoo names or initials; it’s bad luck. So, I thought of this instead. It’s his mark on my heart-how he touched me.” His voice softens on the last part, and I see that vulnerability once more in his eyes. His cheeks flush a little, and I know he’s embarrassed. When he tries to look away, I gently cup his cheek.
“That’s one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever heard, Easton Reed. You’re a truly wonderful dad.” I lean down, kissing him softly. “Don’t be embarrassed. It shows how much you love him. That’s how much that sweet little boy deserves to be loved.”
“I don’t think I could say that to anyone else, Luci,” he whispers, his voice almost broken.
“Then I feel very special,” I reply, allowing my fingers to trace the muscles I’ve been drooling over.
“You are special. I’ve never met anyone like you.”
“Then you can teach me what you like.” I start to unbutton his jeans, and he watches me intently. I bite my lip nervously as I unzip them, knowing I’m no expert in seduction and hoping I don’t embarrass myself. His arm wraps around my waist as he lifts himself up, shoving his jeans down to his thighs.
“Are you sure, Luci?” he whispers in my ear, a hint of urgency in his voice.
“Yes. Unless you don’t want…” He cuts me off with a desperate kiss.
“No, I definitely want. I’ve been dreaming about you touching me since that damn carnival when that guy asked you to ride the ferris wheel with him,” he growls, his eyes darkening with desire. He sweeps his gaze over me, and I watch as his mouth parts slightly. He runs his tongue slowly along the back of his bottom teeth, a gesture I’ve seen before that drives me wild. “Looking at you like I am right now, like you should be devoured. Like I’m going to later after you touch me. You’re in charge of how fast this goes because I won’t screw it up by going at my normal speed.”
I tug on the waistband of his boxer briefs, revealing him, and slowly wrap my hand around him. He hisses, his head falling back against the couch as I let my fingertips explore him. I was somewhat prepared for how big he would be, considering he’s around six-seven or eight. “How tall are you?” I ask suddenly, and he lets out a laugh that ends in a groan.
“Six-seven. Want any other measurements?” he teases. I tighten my grip and pump him, causing his laughter to die as he lets out a deep moan. “Fuck, your hands are like smooth silk. So soft.” He groans again as I pick up the pace.
“I think you like that.” In response, he pulls my face to his, kissing me hard before shifting to a slow, deep kiss.
“A lot. A whole fucking lot,” he breathes, pulling away to catch his breath.
I want to drive him off the edge of the control he clings to so tightly. Scooting backward, I lean down, letting my tongue lick around the tip, and he releases a strangled moan. Before he can say anything, I take him deep into my throat.
“Holy fuck, Luci! Do you not have a gag reflex, sweetness?” He’s panting, his body tense with pleasure.
I release him with a loud pop. “It’s extremely weak. Almost non-existent.” Then I take him back in, and he hisses in pleasure.
“Fuck! You are…fucking incredible.” His head is thrown back as I slowly find a rhythm that works. He’s huge, and it takes me a few minutes to figure it out. He lets out a loud groan, his fingers brushing over my cheek, urging me to look up at him. “You are way too damn good at that. I don’t like that.” I smile playfully, and he growls, but I suck harder, taking him all the way in, making him curse.
“Sweetness, you need to decide where you want me to come because I’m close. So fucking close.” His breathing is coming in rapid bursts, and I remember reading something in a book. I swallow around him, and his whole body tenses before he groans my name. I taste him, holding him there until he gently tugs on my hair, bringing my face back up to his.
“Dammit, Luci. That was amazing.” He leans his forehead against mine as his phone goes off. “Fuck, that’s Jackson’s ringtone.” I scramble off his lap to grab his phone from the coffee table. He opens it, still trying to catch his breath.
He sighs, the weight of responsibility settling over him. “Cole had a nightmare and is looking for me. Sorry, sweetness, but I need to go.”