Page 37 of Hot Route
“See something you can’t live without, Baby Doll?” he winks.
I can only smile at him because, yes, I do. But I can’t find the right words to tell him that before he turns back to his breakfast. Making my way over to the coffee maker, I’m relieved to see he’s already brewed a fresh pot. I fill a mug and head to the refrigerator to grab the creamer, but I’m halted when a strong arm snakes around my waist from behind.
“You smell so fucking good,” Blaze says, burying his face in my neck. “I can’t get enough of you.” I sigh as his warm lips ghost over my skin before he darts his tongue out for a taste. He continues leisurely licking and sucking at my neck and earlobes while I moan under his touch. It feels like heaven. I loved the dominant side he showed me last night, but this part of himthat’s slow and exploratory is a welcome contrast. I want them both. I want all of him.
“Mmmm,” he mumbles into my neck. “Do you know how good it feels to finally be able to touch you without worrying that you’ll punch me in the junk?”
I laugh. “I still might if you don’t let me go long enough to drink my coffee.”
Blaze kisses me once before releasing me. He turns back to the stove and plates breakfast while I caffeinate.
“So,” he says between bites of egg. “We should talk about last night.”
“Do we have to?” I groan.
“Last time, I thought it would be best to ignore everything and act normal, but in hindsight, we should’ve talked the next morning. Shit ended up awkward and I thought I was going to lose you. I just want an open line of communication. We have to be honest with each other if this is going to work.”
I want to ask him whatthisis, but I stop myself. I’m falling hard for Blaze and the last thing I want to hear is that he isn’t there yet. Or that he never will be. So I let him lead the conversation, hoping he’ll give me some indication that he feels the same way I do.
“I don’t regret a single thing we did last night. And I meant everything I said. I’ve been waiting a long time to get you into my bed, and I know I don’t want to spend another night sleeping without you. Unless I’m on the road. But I still want you there when I’m not. We wasted too much time fighting this. I don’t want to do that anymore.”
Okay, well that provided zero clarity.
I think about my next words before I say them out loud. “I don’t want to do that either. Why don’t we just take things one day at a time? We can have fun and see where it takes us.”
He smiles softly before rounding the island and pulling me into his arms. Weaving his fingers into my hair, he tips my head up and brings his lips to mine. We kiss passionately for what feels like seconds and hours all at once before he pulls away. “Finish your coffee, dirty girl. I’ll go grab your iPad so we can go over my schedule for today.”
I roll my eyes playfully as he starts toward the hall. “Blaze?”
He stops in the doorway, turning back to me. “Yeah, baby?”
“How long have you been into, ummm…kink?” I ask, scared of his answer. I don’t even want to think about him sharing the kinds of things we did with anyone else.
“Since last night.” He winks before walking off, leaving me both confused and surprised.
BLAZE
“Wait. What?” I hear her say from behind me, her bare feet slapping quickly against the hardwood floors.
Fuck.
I just waxed poetic about how we need to be honest with each other, so there’s no way I’ll lie to her about this. I reach the office with Mads hot on my heels. I know her. She won’t let this one go. I turn to face her, deciding that we need to get everything on the table so we can really start exploring with one another.
“First of all, just know that I wasn’t eavesdropping on purpose,” I say nervously, making her eyes widen immediately. “Yesterday when you were talking to Dia, your door was open, and your speakerphone was pretty loud. I heard her talkingabout that BDSM app and, I don’t know. The thought of you doing those things with somebody else?” I pause, trying to calm myself. “I saw red. I wanted to tear the whole city apart with my bare hands.”
She pushes her shoulders back and lifts her chin defiantly. I can tell I’m not going to like whatever she says next, but I’m all in with her. We’ll work it out. “You don’town me, Blaze.”
My initial instinct is to placate her and diffuse the situation. To tell her I know I don’t own her. That she’s a grown woman who can make her own decisions about what she does and with who. But from the research I did yesterday, I know that a lot of submissives like to give control outside of the bedroom. The strong-willed look in her eyes is telling me she’s standing her ground, but the rough swallow and visible pulse in her neck is telling me something completely different. I decide to test the waters, taking two confident steps in her direction. The hitch in her breath spurs me into action as I close the rest of the distance between us.
I reach out, closing my hand around her throat as I bring my mouth to her ear. “That’s where you’re wrong, Baby Doll. Idofucking own you. From now on, the only tongue that will be tasting your cunt is mine. The only cock you’ll be coming on,” I grind my hard length into her clit, earning me a soft moan, “is mine.” I pull back, looking into her eyes while I continue adding pressure to her throat. Her eyes flutter as her face begins to turn a beautiful shade of pink.Holy fuck, I’m so goddamn hard right now.“Do you understand?” Loosening my grip, I wait for her answer.
“Yes,” she breathes.
“Good girl,” I say, kissing her lips gently. I hear her contented exhale as I turn to the desk and thank God that didn’t all just blow up in my face. I grab her iPad and hand it to her. “We doingthis in here or are you too far away from your emotional support coffee mug to concentrate?”
She scoffs, sitting in her fluffy chair before opening her calendar app. “Not sure there’s enough caffeine for today,” she huffs a breath. “You have an offensive team meeting at nine. Practice with a full walkthrough for tomorrow’s game will go from ten-thirty to three. After that, I assume you’ll watch game tape for a while, so I left you an open slot of time for that. I need you to stop by the tailors on your way back to get your tux for the Children’s Hospital fundraiser fitted. I sent your measurements, but they need you to try it on. Then, you have a video interview with Bruce Meyers from BSN at six. I’ll have everything set up for you here in the office when you get back. I told them they could only have you for fifteen minutes because you’ll need to rest this evening. You play the Hurricanes tomorrow afternoon and you’ll be dragging ass on the field if you aren’t in bed by eight-thirty.”
“Hopefully, I’ll be inyouby eight-thirty,” I say with a wink.
