Page 56 of Pucking Rebound

“You’re so talented, Jordy. That one is beautiful.” She points at the painting on the easel, transitioning from sad and sleepy, she’s now fully awake, and flips back the blanket she pulled off the back of the chaise to keep her warm during her power nap.

Placing her feet on the concrete flooring that was specifically poured to allow me to make as much mess as I want when I paint, I hold my hand out for her.

She takes it and stands.

“Do you like it?” I ask, walking us over to the painting.

Stopping in front of it, I study her side profile as she analyzes the cityscape I want to paint an entire collection of.

“I love the inky blue you used for the dusky sky, and that burnt orange you’ve used to capture the sunset is breathtaking, Jordy.” She leans closer to get a better look. “The cars, skyscrapers, pedestrians, and the streets below don’t dominate the painting because you balanced it out by making the streetlights look like they are sparkling.” Stepping back to assess my work, she blows my chest wide open with her next words. “It’s alive with color and movement. Dynamic.” She sighs. “I love this painting but the abstract flower above your bed is my favorite.”

Her admiration feels like the lights on my canvas, as if her love for my art breathes life into each stroke. While Sienna always passed off my art as a hobby, Lola sees me, like, really sees me and it makes my blood whizz around my veins, making my heart beat faster. I pull her into my side and drop a kiss to the top of her head, inhaling her shampoo. She smells like bananas and coconut. Heaven.

“That one is my favorite too.” The first painting in a collection is always special.

She arches her neck back to look up at me. “Thank you for showing me your paintings.”

“You gave me no choice. You sort of let yourself in.”

“You gave me a keycard.” She pokes my ribs, making me flinch.

“That was before I knew you were a nosey Nancy.” Hungry to taste her again, I bow my head and kiss her. Not slow and not fast, I explore her lips, enjoying the sweet flavor of her lip balm.

“You taste like pineapple.” And a day spent on Malibu beach. I could easily melt into her.

She smiles against my lips and I move my mouth over hers while I slide my hands up her back to her neck, pulling her closer to deepen our connection.

“You look very handsome in a suit,” she mumbles.

It’s compulsory to wear one before and after a game. Appearance is everything in the NHL.

Nibbling at my lips, she grabs my tie and wraps it around her hand. “But I can’t wait to get you out of it.”

My skin prickles with pleasure. She’s sweetly intoxicating, and I love her telling me what she wants. “That so?”

She hums her agreement.

“Put your arms around my neck,” I instruct.

When she does, I lift her, cupping her yoga pant-covered ass, forcing her to wrap her legs around my waist, which makes hermoan when her pussy rubs against my body. Much shorter than me, it’s just easier this way to kiss her and not hurt her neck or back. To be honest, I love being this close to her and to have her in my arms again.

I want to help her forget her shitty day, stop her from overthinking, and fuck her to sleep to help her brain switch off and reset it to face tomorrow in a new light because, fucking hell, today has been a lot for her. It’s been a lot for me to digest and I’m not the one it happened to. I’m going to speak to my mom first thing tomorrow to help hire the best lawyer in the city for Lola.

Peeking over her shoulder, I open one eye for a beat and close it again, trusting my instincts to navigate me around my house and walk us out of the studio and down the hall. I keep kissing her, licking and tasting her, my dick growing harder with every step. Her little moans get louder, our tongues swirling together in a clatter of teeth and desperate pants.

It surprises me how quickly our kisses go from slow and tender to passionate and greedy.

I groan into her mouth, peeking through slitted eyes as I sit her on the edge of the dining table.

“We should eat first,” Lola pants between our kisses.

“Sounds perfect. Your pussy tastes delicious. I’ve been thinking about eating you out again since breakfast.” I hook my fingers into the waistband of her pants to pull them off.

“Shit, we shouldn’t be here.” A feminine, shocked, whispered voice, that sounds a lot like one of my sisters, comes from the direction of the kitchen making me snap my head around to find my twin sisters standing watching us.

“I need to clean my ears out after hearing that,” Lucia whispers at the same time Lola lets out a little shriek. Slapping her hands to her face so as not to be identified, I don’t tell Lola it’s too late for that.

We’ve been caught.

---