Page 12 of Unbroken Promises

Still holding me firmly with one arm, I can feel him reach down with his other hand and slide down the waist of his athletic shorts before he readjusts, shiftingme so that my exposed pussy is grinding on his rigid length. I can’t contain the soft moan of pleasure that the sensation elicits, and I pull hard on his hair once again, signaling him to resume.

Grinding his pelvis into mine, he takes my nipple back into his mouth, sucking hard as he shifts his hips, grinding into me until my slickness is coating both of us. Leaning my head down, I lick a bead of sweat that is trailing down the side of his face and he groans, the vibrations sending tingles throughout my body.

With a slight shift of my hips, I tighten my core, and pull away just enough so that his cock juts out between us before pulling my hips closer once more, burying him deep inside me. The connection causes us both to inhale sharply, and the hand not holding me, squeezing my ass, reaches around front to pinch and twist my nipple while he continues to suck on the other side. Hips pumping into mine, wave after wave of shivers tingle down my spine at the intense pleasure.

I can feel it building within me, but I need something. I need more. Letting go of his hair with one of my hands, I twist away slightly, giving just enough room for me to fit my hand between us. I reach down, sliding my fingers through my slick curls, and start to play with my nub, sending chills coursing through me. My other hand slides down from his hair and holds tightly against his shoulders, nails digging into his skin.

The pumping increases into a frantic frenzy, and my nails dig in so tightly that I am sure they are drawing blood, even as his fingers leave their bruising mark on my ass. Widening his legs, Jonathan adjusts his stance as he holds me up, and the new position hits deep, rubbing just right against my g-spot and I feel the explosion as it courses through my body. With a shout, my nipple pops out of his mouth as he explodes inside me and drops gently to his knees, never letting me go or severing our intimate connection.

With a gentle push against his shoulders, I force him to lean back until he plops against the mat and I am straddling him as I sit on his hips. Leaning over, I place a quick peck on his lips before lifting off his still hard cock and rolling off and lying close, though not technically cuddling, on the mat. We lay there for several minutes, hearts racing as we both try to catch our breaths, me on my side facing him, as he continues to lay on his back.

Turning his head, Jonathan grins over at me before turning closer and smacking me playfully on the ass. “Ice cream?”

I sit crisscross on the couch, spoonful of ice cream between my lips, wearing one of Jonathan’s shirts that is way too big for me. He sits beside me, his large, muscled frame taking up too much space on the expensive couch. Everything in his penthouse apartment is expensive and fancy, quintessential millionaire bachelor-pad style. Dark, clean lines with exposed beams, and steel accents. Not dissimilar from my brother Caleb’s style of decor in his place back east, in fact. What is it with rich bachelor men and their similar taste in style?

Reaching over, he playfully nudges me with his spoon. “Out with it, Ellis.”

With a grimace, I narrow my eyes as I look over at him. Before I can bite out a reply, I am cut off.

“Don’t even try some smart-ass remark with me about how it’s nothing. I know you baby girl. Your head wasn’t in it today while we were sparring, and you were triggered. You don’t get triggered that easily anymore unless something is wrong. Something’s clearly bothering you, so spill.” He cuts me with his shrewd gaze, and I shift uncomfortably next to him. It’s really not fair how easily he can read me.

Resigned, I let out a sigh. “What are you doing next Saturday?”

Chapter Eleven

Danica

The cool air burns my lungs as I take a deep breath, wrapping my jacket more tightly around me and settling onto the bench. Loud chatter and cheering fill the large space, excitement palpable as it thrums through the air, and I glance around at the smattering of red and gold filling our small section while the rest of the arena is a sea of blue, silver, and black. Jonathan settles beside me, reaching out to squeeze my hand in reassurance. I glance down to where our fingers connect, surprised to find that I am trembling slightly. Huh. I didn’t even realize. But there he goes again, reading me like an open book.

Squeezing his fingers gently in return, I direct my gaze back to the ice. We deliberately arrived late to the game, not wanting to be here during the team announcements as everyone made their way onto the ice. It’s bad enough having to see him play, but to have to watch as he skates out, to the sound of thousands of adoring fans and puck bunnies calling his name? I just couldn’t bring myself to do it.

It’s about halfway through the first period and the Sabretooths have the puck with the score still 0-0. I watch their team glide quickly across the ice, passing back and forth in a complicated maneuver before one of their players is checked into the boards by Bash’s teammate. The puck is passed and Bash quickly takes charge, skating towards the goal on the far end of the rink.

“Go, go, go!” Jumping up, I surprise myself by loudly cheering along with the smattering of Edmonton Dragon’s fans while the rest of the crowd groans as thebuzzer sounds at Bash's goal. “Yes! Go Bash!” I throw a fist in the air, continuing to cheer him on. Bash circles back around the ice, deliberately skating to the section where our seats are. The show-off got us rink-side seats, and he pulls up to an abrupt stop on the other side of the plexiglass, now facing me.

With a wink, Bash throws a kiss in my direction, and I swear that I can hear the audible gasp and swooning of several lovestruck fans in the rows behind me. I just roll my eyes, unmoved by his usual flirtatious antics. As I retake my seat, Jonathan drapes his arm causally across my shoulder and throws a nod in Bash’s direction.

Bash and Jonathan know each other well through Finn, as Jonathan is literally Finn’s number two with the company, Vice President and Chief Operating Officer. Finn’s company is like his baby, and he keeps everything close to the chest, so I am not entirely sure what the backstory is on how they met, but Jonathan earned his trust over the years, enough so to enlist Jonathan’s help by stepping back from his busy schedule a bit to play bodyguard and personal trainer to me.

We are past that point in our friendship now, and Jonathan doesn’t feel the need to babysit me anymore, but we keep up with our weekly training and sparring sessions, with the occasional fuck thrown in for good measure. Between my hectic schedule with the sports center and Jonathan’s crazy schedule doing whatever the hell he does as VP and COO, our lives have both been too busy to commit to dating in any official capacity, and we fell into our routine mostly out of convenience.

I have to say, it’s nice not having to troll dating apps and worry about opening up to someone new with my history. Jonathan knows me, knows my triggers, and has helped me work through a lot of things over the years. I trust him enough to let myself be vulnerable and open with my needs. And in return, he trusts me with the heavy weight he carries on his shoulders. We make a pretty damn good team, he and I.

As I am sitting here with his arm draped over my shoulder, a look passing between Bash and Jonathan that I can’t quite decipher, another player skates up behind Bash, bumping into his side. The player throws a cocky grin at Bash and I can tell the exact moment when he registers the situation, entire body going rigid as he slowly turns to see who Bash is flirting with. Our eyes connect, and I feel the electricity pass through me like a current, rippling through my body and making my pulse speed up in a way that I have not felt in seven years. My breath hitches as his eyes widen in shock and jaw drops open. There he is, Theodore “Slick” Giovanni, star defenseman for the Sabretooths, my Hoodie Guy.

It feels like minutes of us just staring at one another, oblivious of the crowd and game happening around us, when in reality it’s mere seconds, before I feel a firm squeeze on my shoulder in reassurance as Jonathan pulls me closer into his side, and the spell is broken. I can see Theo’s eyes narrow as they focus on the possessive hand that is holding me before he throws a glare at my friend, turning back to the ice, bumping roughly into Bash, and skating off. For his part, Bash throws me a sheepish look before quickly turning back to the game himself.

ChapterTwelve

Theo

Shaking my head, I laugh as I search for my longtime friend and former teammate. We may play for opposing teams now, but I must admit, that was a kickass goal that he just scored. Glancing around the ice, I see that he has skated towards the far end and appears to be flirting with one of the fans. Typical. Dude is a total player and can’t resist teasing the puck bunnies in the crowd. As I come up behind him, I nudge his shoulder. “Nice goal, man!”

A look crosses his face briefly, almost too quick, but I manage to catch it. Hesitation. I quirk my brow at him in amusement before turning to see what beauty has caught his attention tonight, and am jolted with awareness as shock courses through me. Danica. She’s here. Our eyes connect and I am lost in a sea of green tranquility.Fuck me.

My eyes roam over her sexy body. God, she is gorgeous. Riotous red curls cascading under her knit cap and around her shoulders, freckles even more prominent than when I had traced them with my tongue. Luscious, pouty lips and piercing green eyes. She is exactly as I remember, and yet, so different. Her body has matured over the years we have spent apart, the curves of her chest and hips more prominent, indicating that she is all woman now, no traces of the youthful innocence from high school remain. I can see that, even through the jersey she’s wearing.

I have watched her from a distance for years, in the shadows, or in the crowd of cheering fans at her competitions, but this is the first time I have seen her up close in person since we broke up. God, I fucking miss her. She takes my breath away. I can’t even be mad at the fact that she is wearing Seb’s fucking jersey. The only jersey I want to see her in is my own, but I gave up the right to ask that ofher a long time ago. She’s really here. I can’t fucking believe it. From what Seb and her brother, Caleb, have told me, she has refused to go to any hockey event for years. Not since our relationship ended abruptly.

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