Page 47 of The Flight Risk

She cocks an eyebrow as if she has bested me. “No, I wore them for me.”

“Wrong answer.” I loop my thumbs around the flimsy fabric and torturously slide them against her outer thigh. Her body quivers and she twists her fingers more into my hair.

“Just put your mouth on me already!” she says, obviously frustrated.

I softly lay kisses on her inner thigh and work my way up, inching closer and closer to where she really wants me. Once her panties are around her ankles, I take them off, propping one of her legs over my shoulder. I pin her hip down with an iron grip and open her up to me. She’s shaking and unsteady and so unbelievably sexy. Her pussy is already glistening. Ready for me.

“You’re perfect.” I say quietly, “You might want to hang onto the back of the couch.”

I rub her clit with my free hand and insert my tongue inside her. God, she’s fucking delicious. She grabs my hair tighter while her free hand does in fact hold onto the back of the couch for dear life. Her quiet moans only fuel me to go deeper. She moves her hips up and down against my face and I don’t hold back. She wants this. Almost as much as she wants me inside of her.

For now, I plan to devour her.

“You taste so fucking good, Tess.”

She bucks against me, wildly impatient. She’s almost there. I suck gently on her clit while my fingers take the place of my tongue. She whimpers and I hear, “Don’t stop” underneath her staggered breath. Her body shakes as she comes and I don’t move until she’s done riding out her orgasm.

She lays limp against the couch and I assist in putting back on her sexy lace thong and sweatpants. Although I wish she could remain half-naked, I don’t want to risk Lottie coming down and being traumatized by this very R-rated scene. Tess looks down at me, her eyes sparking with desire and satisfaction.

She pushes my messy, ruffled hair away from my forehead and admires her handiwork with a smug smile. She tugs on my shirt. “Stand up.” I do as she wishes. Without breaking eye contact, she copies my earlier moves and plays with the waistband of my underwear peeking above my own sweatpants. I follow her lead as our bodies switch positions and now I’m the one who is up against the back of my couch. She bites her bottom lip. “I find these…unnecessary.” She begins to pull down both garments.

I gently grab her wrists and nervously laugh. “Tess. What are you doing?”

“Taking care of you.” She slowly descends onto her knees, bringing my pants and underwear with her. “It’s my turn to be on my knees.” She holds my dick at the base and the next thing I know, her hot, wet mouth is on me.

Her tongue swirls and my chest heaves. I’m digging my fingers into the couch so intensely, I might poke holes through the fabric. She moans while I’m still inside her mouth, taking me in deeper and deeper until I reach the back of her throat. “Mmm,” she hums and it nearly sends me over the edge. Knowing that it will drive her just as wild, I roll my hips toward her and twist my fingers in her hair, giving it a gentle pull. Her eyes water but there is still a glimmer of pure satiation. My dick pulses and white hot pleasure injects into my veins. I start to back away and Tess shakes her head slowly and clutches my ass, keeping me in place in that beautiful mouth. I come in her mouth and she takes all of me in. Once I’m fully done with my release, she licks her lips, seeming pleased. “You taste good, too.”

She slowly stands up, kissing my stomach and chest. She stops and says, “How did I not notice that you had a tattoo?” Her fingers graze over the script on the side of my ribs. She reads it: “Proteger.”

“Yeah. It um, means protect in…”

“French.” She kisses the tattoo and then she bites her bottom lip and looks up at me. “Oakley. When did you get this?”

“Shortly after I met you.” Her fingers trace over it again and again. “I wanted something I could pass off as it has everything to do with the Storm. But it actually has everything to do with you, Tess. I’ve been really into you since Telluride.”

Her lusty gaze softens as she locks her eyes with mine. “You got a tattoo for me?”

“I wanted to always remember the moment that you came into my life. From the moment I met you, I wanted to protect you from whatever you needed protecting from.”

Her hands migrate to the sides of my torso and she clutches tightly. She presses her forehead to my chest and mutters, “Oakley…”

I lift up her chin. “Even if nothing happened between us, I wanted a reminder of you that wasn’t just in my memory. Although, to be honest, I don’t think I could ever forget you, Tess.”

She rises on her tiptoes and brushes the softest kiss on my lips, which somehow melts me even more than her passionate ones. “I’ve kind of been really into you since Telluride, too.”

27

Iget back from my morning training and for the first time in my life, there is a sense of relief. Relief that something other than hockey is setting up a permanent spot in my brain. I know there’s a beautiful woman upstairs, probably decompressing from her afternoon walk. I’m greeted by Pippa, jumping wildly up and down against my legs. “Hey, girl.” I pat her head and her tail wags excitedly. Today we had one final training before the team has a four day hiatus and my body is screaming for a break. This season has been the most intense of my career and selfishly, I can’t wait to spend more time with Tess.

When I reach my room, my heart skips a beat. Tess is sprawled across my bed, still in workout clothes, legs bent upwards behind her, swaying idly as she’s scrolling on her phone, smiling at whatever is on her screen. She looks at ease and at home. This new routine of coming home to her is a routine I can get used to. I just hope she feels the same way. I know her apartment must be ready any day now and it incites dread and panic in my chest. It’s not like she’s moving out of the country and I’m never going to see her again.

I knock on the door so I don’t scare her and she breaks her focus from her phone, zeroing in on me. She has a slight flush from her walk and joy sweeps across her whole face when she sees me at the door.

“Oakley! You’re home!” She turns her phone over. “Sorry, Brooke has been sending me reels all day and I’m trying to catch up on watching them.” She maneuvers her body so she’s sitting up with her legs crossed.

“It’s fine.” I walk towards the bed, grab her chin and kiss her. “I missed you today,” I say against her lips.

“I missed you, too. I could barely concentrate on work this week. You’ve been quite the distraction. Even my five and six-year-olds noticed I was off my game and I’m never off my game.” She kisses me, sliding her tongue between my lips. Her hands graze the bottom of my shirt and finally make contact with my skin.