Breaking the rules, p.8
Breaking the Rules,
p.8
They might have gotten a hold of the knowledge that I occasionally send you dick pics while on the road that say ‘he misses you’.
I think I have Justin and Elise to thank for sharing that tidbit of info. But the thing is, I’m not ashamed. I do miss you when I travel. And so does my dick. We agree on most things these days. Kisses from you make us smile. Everything is better when you’re near. We live to please you. Sorry. Enough about my dick. I got sidetracked. But hey, it’s one of my favorite topics...
What I really wanted to tell you is you’re the strongest person I know—which is saying something because I’m constantly surrounded by hockey players, which are known for being pretty damn tough. I mean last year Asher skated with pulled groin for two games, and when Grant dislocated his shoulder in the third period against Montreal, he didn’t even flinch—practically fought our coach about sitting out. Although coach made him, because that’s just crazy. Whoops. I got distracted again, didn’t I? Anyway, like I was saying, you’re the toughest person I know. Watching you take back your power and fight for your future was so inspiring. I don’t know if I’ve ever told you that. Getting to be the man by your side when you decided that just because life had handed you a pile of crap, you were not broken. I’m proud of you. And I’m so glad you’re mine. Now and forever.
The sound of someone pounding on my hotel room door momentarily interrupts my train of thought and I heft out a sigh as I get to my feet.
When I pull open the door Asher is smirking at me. My six-foot four sandy-haired teammate from Southern California is the very definition of easy-going, but that doesn’t mean I want him to know what I’m up to.
“Hey,” I say, shielding the door frame with my body.
“Can I come in?” he asks, raising his eyebrows.
With a defeated sigh, I step to the side. “Sure.”
Three attempts at writing this love letter are scattered on the bed along with a pen and notebook. I’m hoping he can’t make out my horrible handwriting. Although I’d rather be made fun of for my penmanship than what’s in this letter. Everything in there is straight from my heart, and I won’t apologize for it.
He flops down into the desk chair, ignoring my bed and the love letter it contains completely. Thank goodness.
“You okay?” he asks, eyeing me.
“Why wouldn’t I be?” I narrow my eyes.
“Because everyone was giving you shit at dinner.”
I shrug. “That’s nothing new.” The guys liked to harass each other and I’d developed a thick skin over the years. It came with the territory of being on a hockey team.
“It’s just because they’re jealous, you know.”
“I doubt that.” I scoff.
Asher glares at me. “Dude. They totally are. Everyone knows you and Becca are the golden couple—completely in love and committed to each other. The younger, single guys talk a big game, but you and I both know they wish they could find someone as loving and loyal as Becca.”
My lips tilt into a smile. “Thanks, man. You might be right. But honestly, I’m fine. I know that I have is the real thing. I don’t need to defend it to anyone.”
Asher nods. “Cool. Just wanted to check on you. You got kind of quiet after dinner.”
I tilt my chin. “I’m straight. I promise.”
“You feeling good for tomorrow’s game?” he asks.
I nod. “Hell yeah.”
“Alright, well,” he rises to his feet once again, “I won’t keep you up. Have a good night.”
“You too,” I say, watching him walk toward the door.
Once I’m alone again, I sprawl out across the bed and re-read the letter to myself, erasing bits and pieces here and there to fix my grammar as I go. And then I pick up where I left off.
One day soon I’m going to make you my wife, angel. And I can’t freaking wait, and not just because our wedding night is going to be epic. (Though it totally is for the record.)
I have a brief but vivid mental image that pops into my head.... spelling out the word Anal with a question mark in red rose petals across a fluffy white bed. Not a bad idea… Although I’m not sure how romantic it is. Shaking the thought away, I keep writing.
I love you so much. I’ll do anything in the world to honor and protect you. Thank you for trusting me with your heart. I love you, angel.
Owen
Enjoy this bonus from Asher and Bailey’s book
CROSSING THE LINE
Suddenly it doesn’t matter that we’re in my teammate Landon’s living room with him sleeping mere feet away. Because the second Bailey dropped to her knees between my feet, all common sense flew out the window and it was game-over for my libido. I’ve wanted her all night.
Bailey doesn’t waste any time undoing the front of my pants or slipping her fingers beneath the elastic of my boxers to draw out my aching cock.
“Baby,” I groan as she strokes me from base to tip. “You sure about this?”
With a tender kiss to the swollen head of my cock, Bailey gives an eager nod. “Very sure.”
And with a look that says I want this in my mouth, Bailey gets to work.
I curl my hands into fists and watch, helpless, as my sexy as fuck girlfriend proceeds to give me the hottest b-job of my life.
Her right hand, curled around me moves in time with her mouth. And her mouth… good God. It’s hot and wet and the suction feels incredible.
A desperate noise escapes me and Bailey looks up, meeting my eyes with a look of warning.
“Sorry,” I mouth.
With a deep inhale, I try to control my breathing, try to control the way my hips are lifting up off the couch to fuck her mouth, but I can’t control anything. I can’t last ... not like this. And after a few more pleasure-filled moments of Bailey sucking on me like a lolli-pop, I groan.
“Gonna come, baby.”
She strokes and sucks until I erupt, swallowing me down like a damn pro.
I lean forward to kiss her forehead as Bailey grins up at me. “You’re so, so good at that,” I tell her. She chuckles.
A noise in the kitchen captures our attention. The faucet is running. What the hell? Quickly tucking myself back into my boxers, I help Bailey up off the floor.
“For the record, I didn’t see anything,” Landon says, waving a hand in our direction as he strolls from the kitchen back toward his bedroom.
“Thank fuck,” I mutter under my breath.
“Well maybe I saw one little thing. Nice dick, Asher,” he snickers.
Which sends Bailey into a fit of laughter.
I tug up my pants the rest of the way and rise to my feet. “We’re leaving now,” I say loudly to no one in particular.
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