Page 71 of A Shot at Love
Jules grinned against Frankie’s skin and moved her lips up to the shell of Frankie’s ear. “Maybe I just need to go to more away games. I liked what happened the last time we were in a hotel together.”
“Jules…I…”
Jules was straddling Frankie’s thigh on her couch and she rocked forward, pressing her knee into Frankie’s centre.
“You love me when I’m like this baby, I know you do.”
“I…fuck, I do. I really do.”
And Frankie gripped Jules' hips to prove it to her. She held her tightly and moaned when Jules rolled her hard nipple between her thumband index finger.
“Are you going to be thinking about this tomorrow night when you’re behind the bench?” Jules whispered, making sure Frankie could feel every single one of her words. “Is the memory of me grinding your leg like this going to be a distraction?”
It had become one of her favourite ways to spend their free time; turning Frankie into putty in her hands and God, it was so easy.
Frankie, the professional hockey coach with a stern face that gave nothing away when she was working, a woman who dealt with more judgement in a single day than some did throughout their entire careers, absolutelymeltedwhenever Jules took control.
“And when you win…how are we going to celebrate?”
Frankie whined as Jules shifted her attention from one breast to the other and her head fell back, mouth open in pleasure. “Jules…”
“Tell me, Frankie.Please.”
Swallowing back a gasp when Jules nipped her neck and squeezed her breast a little harder, Frankie bit her lip then grabbed Jules’ chin and brought their faces level. She traced the seam of Jules' mouth with her thumb and Jules sucked the finger between her lips, flicking the tip of it with her tongue before letting it go with a wet pop.
“You want to know how we’re going to celebrate?” Frankie smirked and pushed her leg up into Jules just as Jules rocked her hips down in search of more friction. Her hands fell to the bottom hem of the t-shirt she was wearing and she tugged it up over her head, tossing it to the side, leaving herself half naked in Frankie's lap. Frankie's eyes fell to her chest and her pupils dilated. “Baby," Frankie moaned, "I’m going to fuck you right here on this couch until you see stars and then I’m going to…"
Jules didn’t let Frankie finish because she needed to kiss her, needed to taste her, and she slipped her tongue into Frankie’s mouth, her body shuddering at the way Frankie whimpered into the kiss.
They were so caught up in each other that they didn’t hear the sound of the door clicking as it opened or closed, didn’t have time to react to the last person either of them wanted to see before it was too late.
“Hey Jules, hope you don’t mind but I ran out of bananas and I wanted to make a…”
Jules tore her lips from Frankie’s and whipped her head around to see Cam standing in the kitchen, his hand hovering over the fruit bowl on her kitchen island, his eyes wide.
To say he looked shocked would be an understatement. There was no world in which he hadn’t just seen what they were doing, hadn’t noticed the verymore than friendsposition she and Frankie were in, and Jules quickly reached for her shirt, tugging it back over her head before she scrambled out of Frankie’s lap and hopped up from the couch.
“Cam…” She coughed, her pulse thundering her ears as she quickly crossed her arms over her chest to conceal herself more than her t-shirt already was. “We were uh, we were just…”
“Are you fucking my sister?”
The question wasn’t directed at Jules the way she’d been expecting, and was instead meant for Frankie. Cam’s eyes were fixed on her and full of anger as he clenched his fist at his side.
“Frankie, are you fucking my – ”
“Yes," Frankie said matter of factly, her voice unyielding.
“Wait, hold on a sec.” Jules threw a glance back at Frankie then stepped in front of her in an effort to shield her from the hurt and disbelief on her brother’s face. “Cam, I wanted to tell you but I didn’t know how. Frankie and I, we’ve been…”
“Been what, Jules? Sleeping with each other? Dating?” He raised his voice and pointed at Frankie. “She’s my fucking coach, and you didn’t think this was something I should know? Do you have an idea how much I’ve defended her lately? The things some of the guys on MY team have been saying about her? And this whole time…”
“Hey, watch your tone.”
Jules dropped her arms and strode across the room towards him. Sure, she expected her brother to be a hurt because she’d kept a big part of her life fromhim but what she hadn’t expected was for him to be…offended? Frankie didn’t deserve this kind of reaction and neither did she.
“Frankie has done nothing wrong and my relationship with her does not affect your job as a hockey player.” She pointed at him and then at Frankie. “And it doesn't affect her job as a coach. She and I, what we are, is something I have a right to and something you have no right to judge us on.”
“So it’s a relationship then?”
