Page 42 of A Little Too Forward

Turning my head just a little, I notice that the sun is fully out. I must have slept into the late morning. A rare occurrence for me, but obviously, my body needed it.

The events from last night come flooding back to me. Fucking Minkenov, taking yet another cheap shot at me. It was the lowest of moves to check someone when the game clock was stopped. I hadn’t been expecting the blow, so my body was loose and not braced for the impact, leading to my head smacking into the glass at an odd angle.

I hope that asshole was suspended and got fined up the ass. The refs had been turning a blind eye to all his dirty moves and high sticking too. I’m sure they won’t go unpunished either.

I love hockey. It’s in my bones straight down to my soul, but there are times like this where I know some things about the game need to be changed or updated to protect the players.

A huge crash from downstairs has me wincing. I need to get up, even if it’s just to make sure my house doesn’t burn down. Slowly, I pull myself into a seated position. I’m not dizzy, which is a good sign, but my body is stiff, aching with every move I make.

Letting out a slow, long breath, I shift my legs over the side of the bed and brace myself on the headboard edge to stand.

“Whoa,” I mutter as my legs shake beneath me.

“Jesus, Max.” Sabrina’s voice is suddenly right beside me, her body arching into mine to help support me. “You should have called for me or something.”

“I’m fine, Bean. Just a little shaky. It’s not a big deal.”

“Well, how about for today, we make it a big deal, and you ask for help.”

“Sabrina,” I chide, not liking this feeling of being reliant on someone else. Even if it is Sabrina.

“Max,” she says back in the same tone. “It’s me. It’s okay.”

I hesitate for a moment, thinking about putting up a fight, but she’s right. I do need a little bit of support today. Nodding to give her the all clear, I walk to the bathroom with Sabrina’s support. I’m still shaky but can hold my own weight.

She leaves me at the bathroom door, giving me privacy as I go through my morning routine. I look at the shower longingly, desperately wanting hot water on my tired muscles, but that will have to wait until later. When I’m finished, I step out, and Sabrina is there to take my hand and lead me back to bed.

“I, umm, tried to make breakfast, but all that survived was the toast. So I’m going to order in if that’s okay.”

I chuckle at that. I was right about the kitchen disaster. “Yeah, sounds good, actually. I’m starving.”

Sitting on the bed, I pull Sabrina until she’s standing between my legs. Her free hand goes to my hair, gently pushing back the strands. Her touch feels so good, but it’s an intimate gesture that she’s never done before.

My eyes flick up to hers and see something that I’ve been wishing to see for years now. Longing.

Her tongue peeks out, wetting her lower lip. All the discomfort I was feeling in my muscles vanishes and moves to my lower abdomen.

“Sabrina,” I whisper, hypnotized by her. If I was going to say anything more, I never get the chance. In the next instant, she’s holding my face between her soft hands and leaning down. The moment our lips meet, the world around me fades away.

All that’s left is her.

The kiss is soft at first, both of us exploring, teasing, and tasting the other. She runs her tongue along my lower lip, making me moan in delight and open wider for her. When her tongue dances with mine, I take control.

Dragging her down onto the bed with me, I tangle my hands in her hair, trying to get her closer. I need to feel and consume every inch of her.

I can taste her morning coffee, sweet and addicting. Her weight over my body feels delicious, and when her legs fall to the sides of my hips, I lift into her, making her moan. Desperate to hear that sound again, I nip her bottom lip and palm her ass. She whimpers in need.

“Jesus,” I grunt, licking again into her mouth. Then I begin making my way down her jaw to her neck, kissing, nipping, and licking every inch of her skin I can.

“Oh God, Max.” Her head falls back when I nip the top of her breast through the thin T-shirt she’s wearing. Her nails dig into my scalp. There’s a moment of sharp pain, but I try to ignore it, not wanting to ruin and lose this moment with her.

Shit. Is the room spinning?

She kisses me, deep and wet, before pulling away. Breathing heavily, Sabrina pushes a strand of my hair out of my face. “Max, we need to stop.”

“No, we don’t,” I say, trying to push up and capture her lips again.

“We do,” she laughs, coming down to me and giving me the kiss I wanted. “You’re hurt and need rest. This probably isn’t helping.”

---