“Apparently, an early winter storm hit Boston last night. All flights in and out are grounded until Sunday afternoon.” She says, a hopeful gleam in her eyes.
I step forward to wrap my arms around her waist. “How do you feel about another night together?” I ask, pressing a soft kiss to her mouth.
“I think I could be persuaded,” she replies with a smile.
The next 24 hours flew by way too quickly. Cara and I spent the entire weekend wrapped in each other, and my feelings have only grown in intensity. Now the time has come to take her to the airport. I know I’m going to get shit for skipping practice, but I’m not willing to sacrifice a moment of the time I have left with Cara. Like a massive idiot, I’m already counting the months to graduation when we can be together again. Will she even think about me by then?
I find a parking spot at the airport, even though she insists I can drop her off. There’s no way that’s happening.
“I’m really glad you suck at math,” I say.
She cracks up, and her laughter is like music to me. Her pretty face turns mischievous, and she leans across the gear shift. “I’m glad you convinced me to try new things.”
I’m instantly hard as granite, and when she looks down at my cock with a smug smile on her face, I know I have to get my own back. I slide my fingers into her hair and kiss her, urging her lips apart with my tongue. Her eagerness to have my tongue in her mouth makes me jolt against my jeans. My free hand works under her sweater, and I push her bra aside, impatient to have her soft tits fill my palms. Her nipples tighten, and so do I. She makes me crazy, like I’m the virgin.
I yank her closer, but the damn gear shift gets in our way. With an irritated moan, she jumps out and climbs into the back, pulling her sweater over her head. My little monster that I created is looking at me hungrily, and I quickly join her. It’s a tight fit, and after a second of fumbling, she finally straddles me, working open my jeans to free my cock. She whines and licks her lips as she strokes me.
“I want to do so many things,” she says. “Like suck you again. I want you to lick my pussy again.” She’s almost tearful as she grinds against me. “But I can’t miss my flight.”
Hearing her say those things drives me wild. I push up her skirt and shove her panties to the side, sliding my fingers across her wet heat. Her pussy is ready for me, and I want to bury myself deep inside her, but first I need to make it so she never forgets who made her come first. The thought that I may not be the last, makes me want to punch through the car window, but I have to be happy with what this sweet angel is giving me now.
I push my fingers into her tight opening, watching her face as she tips her head back and sighs with pleasure. I’m the one who will never forget this. I’ll never forget her.
I nudge her swollen clit, spreading her juices and making her grip my shoulders. The way her body is so responsive to me is like no other power, better than scoring a winning goal. She shudders, biting her lip. I press and circle her bud until she’s shaking, and I can’t stand it anymore. I grab her hips and lower her onto my cock, sliding into her wet pussy. She clamps her lips together to stifle a scream and grinds her hips while I thrust inside her.
“It’s going to be quick,” I say. She’s too perfect, too hot, and I have no control.
“I’m already coming,” she gasps.
I feel her spasm around my cock and come inside her like a rocket ship blasting off. Her head drops to my shoulder, her sweet pussy still grinding against me. I slip my finger between her legs and tease her clit, drawing out another orgasm until she’s limp in my arms.
“I love you,” I say. The words shock me, but they’re one hundred percent true.
She manages to raise her head and looks at me with wide eyes. I won’t laugh it off or pretend it was in the heat of the moment. She’s the only woman for me now.
“Hudson, don’t,” she says quietly, pulling down her skirt. “I live all the way across the country. You’ll forget about me in a few weeks.” She looks wistful and kisses me gently. “Probably in a few days.”
I can tell she wants me to drop it, but I can’t. This is too important.She’stoo important.
“No, Cara,” I say, squeezing her hips, “I won’t forget you, not in a few days, or weeks. Not ever. I love you, and I’m not giving you up.” A horrible thought occurs to me, and I choke out, “Unless, you don’t feel the same. I understand if it’s too soon, or too much for you.”
It would be some kind of twisted Karma, I guess, if she turns me down. I suddenly understand how all those girls I loved and left felt, girls like Danica.
“I love you, too,” Cara says, with tears in her eyes. “But I don’t see how it can work. We live on opposite sides of the country, and you’re about to go into the NHL.”
“I don’t have all the answers, but I want to try. Please, let’s just try,” I beg, desperate for anything she’ll give me.
After a moment, Cara sighs, then smiles. “Okay, let’s try the long-distance thing.”
I wrap her in my arms and squeeze tight, my heart feels like it might burst. Several minutes later, we separate and climb out of the car. Cara won’t let me walk her into the airport, so I sit in the car, watching her as she gets on the parking lot elevator. She turns as the door opens and waves at me, her eyes sparkling, and her gentle smile tearing my heart in two.
As the days turn into weeks, then months, she’s still all I can think about. We talk every night through Facetime or phone calls, and we text constantly. I’ve all but dropped all social outings. I live for Cara and hockey, in that order. I’m hanging by a thread, missing her, and my teammates are on me for being a total dick all the time. I don’t care what they think, because I keep winning games, and that’s all that matters right now. As graduation looms, I’m more miserable than ever. I’ve only got one goal in mind, and that’s getting to choose my team. But even that takes second place to wishing I was with Cara.
Chapter 11
Cara
I should be giddy with happiness as I walk to my job at Bailey Hall. She’s an amazing boss and mentor, and even though I’m still a design student, she loved my fall sketches so much that she’s featuring one of my outfits in her holiday line. I’ve just had an intense breakfast with my parents, and they finally see that my hard work and passion for clothing design is where my heart lies, not traditional college. As soon as this semester is over, I don’t have to keep up the double life, and they’re going to help me out so I can go to design school full-time from now on. For some reason, Professor Stewart let me free of his calculus class, so acing the courses I have left shouldn’t be difficult.