Page 6 of The Accidental Puck

“Did I hurt you?” He immediately lets go and pulls away.

“No, they’re just extra sensitive. But god it felt good,” I whisper.

Jace nods and slips his hand back under my shirt, playing with both breasts this time and I swear he is going to make me orgasm from nipple play alone. But then one hand stops and dips into my panties, brushing ever so slightly against my clit.

“Damn, you are drenched.” He moans. His hand touches my clit and then I gasp when he puts two fingers inside me and begins to pump. Dipping his head to my chest, he puts my nipples in his mouth and I throw my head back in ecstasy.

“Oh my gosh! Don’t stop!” I call out, and with the flick of his tongue over my breast one last time, I’m coming undone in his kitchen.

“Oh, Jace!” I call out his name and shudder into his body.Why do orgasms from someone else have to feel so fucking good?

Chapter5

16 weeks…

“You really want to come?” Jace looks at me, confused. I had asked to borrow one of his extra jerseys for the hockey game tonight.

“Yes. I think I should go to at least one to support my baby daddy.” I smile. We have been a little weird with each other since that night in the kitchen. I swore it would never happen again and hid in my room with post orgasm embarrassment. Then it was never brought up again, but we had been doing this weird dance to keep extra space between us. So I am trying to ease the distance by going to one of his hockey games.

“I think I have an extra jersey you can wear, if you don’t mind wearing my number,” he says sheepishly.

“I don’t mind,” I say with a smile.

He paws through the closet and pulls out a large jersey with the #4 on it. I’ve just started to show and although it’s not exactly a secret, we have yet to discuss people finding out about it. A few people have picked up on the fact that I’ve been living here. Mainly his hockey friends, but they know how to keep a secret better than expected. So at least the jersey will be able to hide my small baby bump.

“Thank you.” I tug it on over the tank top I’m wearing and he steps back to look at me.

“Fuck, you look hot,” Jace murmurs.

“Oh, thank you.” I blush.

“Well, I better head out. I need to be there before you, but can I find you after the game?” Jace smiles.

“Of course.” I nod. I wonder what he has in mind for after the game but I will be there nonetheless.

Jace takes off to the game, and I wait for Chelsea to come over. With classes and midterms coming up, she’s only been over once before. It was weird for us to hang out at Jace’s house, even though he promises it’s as much mine as it is his. I still feel like somewhat of a trespasser, sleeping in someone else’s bed.

“You are not wearing your baby daddy’s jersey,” Chelsea deadpans as I open the front door.

“Hello to you too.” I roll my eyes.

“I have to be seen with you in public with his number like he’s branded you?” Chelsea says teasingly.

“It’s just a jersey, not a tattoo.”

“Yeah, well he’s already taken over your uterus too.” She frowns. I can’t tell you how she feels about the baby because sometimes she makes comments like that and then other times she makes comments about how she can’t wait to meet the kid. She is a bit of a conundrum.

“Let’s just go to the game.” I sigh.

We find seats after getting a big tub of popcorn from the concession stand. I didn’t plan on it, but once I smelled that buttery scent, I was hooked. An extra large tub later, I’m sitting and waiting for the game to start with Chelsea.

“Thank you for coming with me tonight, I know how much you hate hockey.”

“I don’t hate hockey, I just hate what players the players are.” She huffs.

“Oh.” I had always thought it was a little of both.

“When do you find out if it’s a boy or a girl?” she asks, changing the subject.

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