The Workaholic and the Realist (New Hampshire Bears #2) (7 page)

My knees almost buckled when she licked the underside to the tip. I couldn’t even make a sound when she engulfed me in her hot mouth, setting me on fire. If she kept it up, I wouldn’t last long.

I tangled my fingers in her soft hair as she began to pick up the pace. She took me farther back into her mouth, and I swore I could touch her tonsils I was so far back.

“Fuck.” I pumped into her mouth, feeling my release coming more quickly. I was right on the cusp of blowing into her mouth.

But Harlow didn’t finish me off. Instead, she stood up and without saying a single word, began to finish undressing. My eyes slowly roamed over her body, but as she removed each piece of clothing, I focused more on her face.

I knew it was lame, but her eyes were hypnotic.

When she was completely naked, she stepped up to me, lightly brushing her lips over mine. My cock jerked at her feathery touch. She knew how to drive me crazy, and I couldn’t take it any longer.

I jerked the covers back and tossed Harlow on the bed. Sure, I shouldn’t have been so abrupt, but I had to be with her and now. I studied her face to see if I was jumping ahead of myself, but she bit down on her lip and spread her legs. Just when I thought she couldn’t be any hotter, she proved me wrong.

I desperately wanted to taste her and feel her wetness on my face, but it would have to wait until next time. I crawled up her body, lightly nipping at her skin until I reached her breasts. I sucked her tender nipples almost as hard as she did me. Harlow arched herself closer to me, moaning my name.

My body was harder than ever, and I couldn’t wait another moment. I positioned myself at her entrance and slammed right into her.

“Keaton,” she gasped.

I didn’t back off as I slipped back a bit and pushed harder into her. I kept doing it over and over until we both found our rhythm. She was tight around me, and she lifted her hips at the right time as I pounded into her.

“Harlow.” The familiar sensation began to build up again, and this time I had control, so I knew I would be able to finish, as would she.

“Harder,” she panted, her body tensing more. “Keaton.”

I did as she requested, and the harder I pushed, the closer I was to my explosion. With the last pant of my name from her lips, I released into her as I felt hers on me. I didn’t mean to, but I collapsed on her because my arms no longer had the strength to hold me up.

As I regained my breathing, I realized I’d just had sex with Harlow, and it was the best ever.

Chapter Nine

Harlow

I opened my eyes, only to see I was alone in my bedroom, and the sun was rising. Sex with Keaton was just as I imagined it to be. After we finished and he laid on top of me, I damn near passed out from exhaustion. Keaton pulled me into his arms and we quickly fell asleep.

I wasn’t the type of female to be cuddling, or have sex to help a guy
forget
, but there was something in his eyes last night I couldn’t resist. The bonus? I got to have sex with him.

When I got out of bed, my legs were still a bit wobbly, but it was a sign of good sex. I noticed a pep in my step and a large smile on my face as I headed to the bathroom to take a shower. I hated to wash Keaton’s scent off me, but I was sticky and grimy from sex.

I stayed under the showerhead longer than I should have, but it felt so good. I dried myself off and lathered my skin with lotion, still replaying last night in my head. As my skin felt silky smooth, I slipped on my robe and strolled happily to the kitchen to start the coffee.

Something on the kitchen table caught my eyes. A puck? I picked it up along with a note.

Honey-Bunny,

You helped me a lot last night. Here’s the puck from my game.

Puppy

I giggled because he used his pet name, and it was sweet for him to give me the puck. I picked up my phone and sent a text. I wanted to thank him for the puck and to make sure he was okay.

Thank you for my puck
.

He responded.
You’re welcome. I’ll see you when I get back into town.

“Oh, right,” I said out loud to my cell phone. The Bears had a road game. I figured he’d left this morning because we were done with our task, not because he had to catch a plane.

I decided to focus on my day ahead. Dacey would be starting tomorrow, and I needed to get some stuff done before she arrived.

I spent the day cleaning my house and rearranging my office: the afternoon making a daily task list for Dacey and the evening reading. Sure, I should have been working, but I wasn’t behind schedule, and I deserved a break.

When Dacey knocked on my door Monday morning, I was ready for her. I’d told her she didn’t have to dress up, but there she stood in my living room with black dress pants, a green silk blouse, and heels. She looked cute but extremely nervous.

“Dacey, relax, this isn’t the CIA.”

She nodded, but I don’t think I helped her. I gave her the tour, showed her where she would mainly be working. I’d purchased a small desk and let her use my laptop while I used the desktop. It wasn’t real fancy, but it’d work for now.

I went through the task list with her, showed her the list of passwords and such. She was very knowledgeable about the laptop, and soon, she was clicking through like she did it all the time.

I went to work, but couldn’t help thinking about Keaton. I didn’t talk to him last night since I knew he was traveling back to New Hampshire after his game; I read and relaxed instead, but sitting here, editing the rest of his book, I hoped he was okay. I knew he liked keeping his private life private, but his mother shot that to hell.

“So, Dacey, do you live with Vance?” In hopes of keeping my mind off Keaton, I would nose around the arranged marriage life of Dacey Grion.

“Um…yes. Normally we wouldn’t, but with Vance being here…” she trailed off and continued typing on the laptop.

“You’re really going to marry him because your parents said so?” I watched her profile, and her cheeks were bright red.

“Yes.” She spoke softly. “It’s tradition. My sister’s was arranged as were Vance’s brothers.” She explained, and her face grew redder.

I decided to let it go. I sure as hell didn’t want her to pass out on me. I went back to editing Keaton’s book. I wasn’t sure why it happens, but it did often when I worked: I lose myself. I just keep working until I was either done or exhausted.

Or someone interrupts me.

Which was Keaton calling out my name.

“Honey-Bunny where are you?”

“Up here, puppy.”

I heard him jog up the stairs, and when he appeared in front of me, he was as sexy as when we were having sex.

“Hello, Dacey.” He smiled at her before looking over at me, smirking.

The boy is horny again.

I glanced at the clock, and it been almost five hours, since Dacey showed up this morning.

Damn, did she even leave the desk?

“Dacey, I think we’re good for today. I’ll see you tomorrow at the same time.”

“Tomorrow?” She paled and then looked at Keaton. “Um…”

“Harlow tomorrow is family day,” Keaton explained.

“I can miss it,” Dacey rushed out very nervously.

“No. No.” I shook my head. “I didn’t know. You’re going to have to keep me informed about such things, Dacey.”

She nodded, mumbling, “Thanks.” She seemed baffled why I wouldn’t have known this already.

Like I’d go with Keaton.

“I’ll see you Wednesday.”

Dacey smiled before leaving Keaton and I alone.

“I finished your book.” I pointed at my computer as if he could see.

“What did you think?”

“Well, I think we’re both making bullshit small talk, when I’m dying to know what happened with the guys?”

Keaton smirked again and took a seat in Dacey’s chair. “Remington and Kyson didn’t tell the team. Although, they grilled my ass about everything until I told them.”

“Did you tell them everything?”

“Pretty much.” He shrugged.

“It’s not a bad thing. Telling people your goals and dream might be a good thing. They can help you along the way.”

Keaton didn’t respond.

“Have you talked to your grandmother?”

“Grams looks for the best in everyone. This means Felicia isn’t a bad person in her eyes.”

“Do you know why she showed up in the garage?”

“Grams told me she went to the game and wanted to talk to me.”

“And you don’t want to talk to her?”

“Fuck no, I don’t,” he scoffed. “There’s nothing she can say or do to let her into my life.”

I understood where he was coming from, nonetheless, she was still his mother, but I wouldn’t push the issue.

“I actually came over to say thanks. I appreciate everything you did for me.”

“Thank you for the puck and the fuck.”

Keaton chuckled. “You’re welcome for both. But I need to go, I just wanted to stop by and say thanks.”

“So, we’re not going to fuck anymore?” I might have been nice not pushing Dacey on her issues, but this was about me, and I wanted to know if we were going to have sex or not.

Keaton strolled over to me, pulled my chair back, and leaned on my desk. “I very much want to.”

“Okay.”

“But I can’t right now.”

“I didn’t mean this instant,” I laughed.

“Soon.” He leaned down and kissed me hard.

It looked like I had a new sex partner.

Chapter Ten

Keaton

I’d spent most of the day working out before I went over to Harlow’s house. I did want to have sex with her right there in her office. Damn, she was all I’d thought about since I left her the other morning. I was surprised I could even play hockey because of my semi hard-on that has never gone away.

I needed to focus on my task now: picking up Grams and going to family day. I told her everything that happened between Felicia and me, and even though she didn’t say anything out loud to me, I knew she wanted me to have a relationship with Felicia. Just like I told Harlow, it wasn’t going to happen.

When I reached Grams’ place, she already was coming out of her house. I jumped out to help her down the few stairs. She hated when I did it, but I don’t want her falling and breaking a hip or something. On the way to the rink, Grams didn’t mention Felicia at all. She mainly went on about her book club and the latest book they were reading. Of course, I only half listened because I realized I should have asked Harlow to come.

Wait, why?

We’re just fucking, and there was no real reason for me to ask her. I got one mind-blowing blowjob and suddenly I wanted to be with her all the time? Well, I thought of her a lot, that was true, but now I’d lost my mind.

Arriving at the rink, Remington was the first one I saw. He rushed over to Grams’ side of the vehicle to help her out. The whole team loved her. Then again, every team I’ve been on loved her. She had the type of personality everyone wanted to be around. Grams took Remington’s arm and together, with me trailing behind, went into the arena.

Immediately, the teams and some of their families rushed over to Grams, hugging and saying hello to her. I think she enjoyed the attention; she had a heart of gold and everyone saw it.

After a bunch of hello’s and such, we all made our way into the dining hall, and my teammates kids’ were running around, which of course, made me chase them, making everything louder. I was well aware how big of a kid I acted. But why grow up?

“Coach, what happened to your wrist?” I noticed he wore a brace.

“Old age,” he curtly stated, walking around me toward the coaching staff. I liked Coach Long, but he was the most closed off person ever.

I went off to sit at the table with Grams and a few of my teammates. Throughout the lunch, there was a lot of laughter and talking, but from everyone else. I mainly sat there and listened, very unlike me. Usually, I was in the mix of it all.

My mind wandered all over the place, and I couldn’t explain why. It was seriously atypical of me. I first thought of the book, then school work I needed to finish and/or begin, and finally, Harlow. I desperately wanted to see her again and talk to her. Well, mainly have sex with her. I’ve had good sex before, and I wouldn’t toot my horn, but I’ve never had complaints before.

When the lunch finished I took Grams back to her house, and I raced over to Harlow’s. I didn’t care what she was doing; we were having sex. Seeing her SUV in the driveway just made me harder. The truck was barely off when I leapt out and headed to her door.

As always, it was unlocked, and I yelled for her.

“Up here,” she called from upstairs, and I took the stairs by two to get to her.

I figured she’d be in her office, but when I reached the top, she wasn’t there, and then I heard her in the bedroom.

Perfect.

When I strolled into her room, she had a laundry basket on top of her dresser, putting away clothes in the drawers.

“Hi, puppy.”

I didn’t utter a sound. I just stalked up to her, tugged on her arm, and pulled her body to mine. Her eyes went wide for a second, but she quickly got the point as our lips mashed together.

I picked her up, sitting her on top of the dresser. Harlow grinned as she reached down at my belt, staring into my eyes as she undid my pants and pulled me out. I jerked off her pants and pulled her hips closer to me and buried myself deep into her.

She arched herself into me and rested her head against the wall. I pounded into her body and her moans filled the room. She called my name over and over, and soon, I felt her tightening around my cock. I knew I wouldn’t last long and didn’t as I filled her up with my release.

“Is this how we’re greeting each other now?” She smacked her lip and pulled up her pants.

“Are you complaining?” I adjusted myself back into my pants.

“Fuck no.” She went back to putting up her laundry. “How has your day been?”

“Great, I had the family luncheon, and then I rushed over here to have sex with you.” Harlow sat the now empty basket down on the floor near the door and leaned against the dresser next to me. “How was your day, honey-bunny?”

“Productive, actually. Dacey did a lot of work yesterday, so I got a ton of work done.”

“Anything of mine?”

“You’re all done.” She smiled. “I have it printed up for you on my desk.”

“Wow.” I stepped up to her and rubbed up against her. “So, our professional relationship is now over?” I kissed the side of her neck.

“Now we can keep it purely sexual.”

“Sounds perfect.” I leaned back, gazing into her eyes. “But, I’ve got to go,” giving her a quick peck on her lips.

“Does puppy have to do homework?” she teased.

“Actually, yes.”

“Then you can’t have any more of this until you’re done.” She motioned to her body as she pushed off the dresser and walked out of the bedroom, grabbing the basket.

“That may work better than anything Grams ever threatened me with.” I spoke loud enough for her to hear me.

Her laughter drifted up the stairs at me, making me smile more.

My laptop glowed brightly in the dimly lit hotel room. We had an early practice and a game today. The game sucked, and we lost four to zero. I couldn’t figure out if we all were tired or the Portland Vikings were just on their game.

Remington snored so loud my noise cancelling headphones weren’t doing their job very well. I had my books stretched out around the table, and I tried to focus, but my mind, for some reason, kept going back to family day last week. I didn’t know why I’d thought about it, but it, I guess, connected a childhood memory.

I’d been twelve, and the summer hockey camp I was at announced a parents day. Of course, I knew I wouldn’t have to worry about my parents’ attendance, because they definitely wouldn’t be there, but Grams said she would. About two days before the day, Grams informed me Felicia would be joining her on the ride to camp. Even at twelve, I knew not to get too excited since I’d been burned by her before. However, that day Grams was able to get a message to me telling me her and Felicia were on their way.

I then allowed myself to get excited. My mom was coming, and she would be able to see my trophies and ribbons I’d received during my time there. I could show her the cabin and bunk I stayed in, and if I had time my new stick handling skills.

The elation was bubbling over in me as my camp-mates’ families began to arrive. I couldn’t wait to introduce Felicia and Gams to everyone and the coaches. Finally, I spotted Grams’ 1990 Buick Skylark and watched her get out of the car…alone.

I ran my hands roughly over my jaw as I tried my best to bring myself back to the present and forget about the pain I’d felt all those years ago. It was more than thirteen years ago, and I shouldn’t be worrying about the petty shit anymore. I took a deep breath and returned to my laptop.

I drowned myself into my studies until I realized the sun was coming up. I checked my watch and figured I could get a few hours of sleep before the plane ride back to New Hampshire.

I stopped at Grams as soon as I was off the plane. I hadn’t talked to her yesterday, but I knew she was okay because I had flowers delivered. From time-to-time, I send them to her just as a
hey
,
I love ya
. I remembered the stories she told me of Grandpa giving her flowers all the time.

“Grams,” I called out as I opened her door.

“In the kitchen.”

I could smell the cinnamon buns the closer I got to her.

“I figured you would be hungry.” She placed two in front of me.

“Are you giving me these because I played like crap?”

“Well, everyone has an off day once in a while.” She patted my shoulder before going to the stove. “How’s the studying?”

“Good,” I replied with a mouthful of the ooey-gooey goodness. “How are things here?”

“Felicia left.”

I stopped chewing. “What did she steal?”

“Nothing.” Grams came back to the table and sat across from me. “But she’s coming back in a couple days.”

“Oh, so she just needed a fix and will return to get more money?”
Figures
.

Grams shook her head. “No. She’s been staying in Maine with some sober friends, and now she wants to return home. She’ll stay here until she can find employment.”

“That’s bullshit,” I growled at her. “She’s coming back here to mooch off you. I forbid her to stay here, and since I pay the bills—” before I could finish my words, Grams had a hold of my ear and jerked me almost over the table.

“Keaton Michael, let me explain something to you. I have diapered you, clothed you, fed you, gave you everything you wanted, and all I asked in return was respect. Now, I never asked you to pay the bills. I’m eighty-six years old, and I’m well equipped to handle my own financial affairs. Felicia is my daughter-in-law and family, and I don’t turn family away. I also raised you the same way.” She released my now throbbing ear and sat back down.

I rubbed my sore appendage and knew not to look at Grams because she could give the best death stare. “Fine,” was all I said.

“Keaton Michael, she is your mother, and nothing will ever change that fact. You’re twenty-five, and I know she’s never been in your life. However, people change and grow up, and you should too.”

I remained quiet and listened to her words. I nodded, got up from the table, kissed her cheek, and left.