Chapter 75

Carol’s POV

My body is still shaking by the time we return to the stadium. Coach Bower watches me with a concerned look in his eyes when we approach.

“Everything okay?” He asks.

“Yeah,” Aiden says, holding me closer to him. “Just a run-in with her ex. We might have a problem with the media though.”

Coach sighs and rubs the bridge of his nose between his pointer finger and thumb.

“Why am I not surprised,” he murmurs, shaking his head. “I’ll see if Whitlock can do something about that. Get back out there and continue practice.”

“Yes, Coach,” Aiden says before turning to face me. “Are you going to be okay?” He asks in a much softer tone for my ears alone.”

I nod and force a smile at him.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine,” I assure him, standing on my toes and kissing him on the lips gently.

He sighs against my lips and then pulls away, giving me one last look before rejoining his team on the ice. Coach Bower continues to watch me as I take my seat.

“You sure you’re okay?” He asks, sitting beside me. “Do we need to get the police involved?”

I shake my head, not wanting to cause any more issues.

“No, Zach was just drunk,” I tell him. “But I’m worried the paparazzi recorded something they shouldn’t have. I think Zach might have called them before he came here.”

“We will get it dealt with. Whitlock is good when it comes to the media. You don’t have to worry about that,” he assures me.

I nod, believing him, but I still feel an uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach.

Practice continues as usual and by the time it is over, I’m ready to go home and get some rest. I hadn’t looked at my phone all day because it’s been in the car, and I never retrieved it earlier like I was supposed to. Zach distracted me and I forgot all about my phone. Once we got back into my car, I grabbed my phone and glanced at the screen. Fiona left a couple of messages.

Fiona: We should get together tonight. I’m in desperate need of a girl’s night.

Fiona: I’m thinking movie and some wine at my place?

That sounded amazing and that was exactly what I needed. As we pulled up to Aiden’s house, I put the car in park and turned to face him.

“Would it be okay if I hung out with Fiona tonight?” I ask.

Aiden raises his brows.

“You don’t need to ask permission to hang out with your friend,” he says in return.

I nod.

“I know, but I just wanted ot make sure you’d be okay without me.”

He smirks and leans over to kiss me.

“I think I’ll manage,” he tells me.

I smile against his lips before pulling away.

“Okay, I’m going to get ready.”

I sent Fiona a quick text telling her that I’ll be there tonight before leaving the car. Aiden follows me inside. I still call this place Aidens’ house even though most of my things are here now. For some reason, I’m still holding back when it comes to Aiden and I don’t want to fully move in just yet. There is part of me that still worries about the future and what it looks like by Aiden’s side. I know I shouldn’t be worried; I know how Aiden feels about me, at least I think I do. But I can’t help but worry that maybe I’m just naive and none of this was real.

Zach managed to trick me once, maybe Aiden was trying to trick me too.

I go to take a shower after the long day I had. I step into the bathroom and strip off all my clothes just before I turn the water on. I stare at myself in the mirror and frown at my reflection. I look like a hot mess. I’m not wearing any makeup and my hair was frizzy and falling out of its ponytail. I also looked a little older, but not in a bad way. I guess I just look more experienced; I look like someone who has been through a lot these last few months.

I step into the shower and close my eyes, feeling the hot water wash over my cold body and ripple through my hair. I allow my body to relax, and I sigh contently. I don’t even flinch when I feel a set of arms wrap around my waist.

Aiden had stepped into the shower with me, and his hard chest was pressed against my back as his hands roamed across my wet and naked flesh.

“What are you doing?” I giggle.

“I wanted a shower too. Figured we could kill two birds with one stone,” he says, nibbling on my earlobe as he spoke.

I chuckle again and close my eyes as his hands run up and down my torso and then across my breasts. He takes the bar of soap off its stand and runs it along my skin, getting it all soapy. I let him wash my body. He touches every single part of me, and I can’t help but moan at the incredible sensations that he provokes. I turn around to face him just as he gets my shampoos ready.

I raise my brows and watch as he puts the shampoo in the palm of his hands and works it into a lather before running his fingers through my hair. I close my eyes again and moan as his fingers massage my scalp. The sweet smell of rosemary shampoo invades my senses as he continues to wash my hair.

“Lean back,” he says softly as he cradles the back of my neck carefully in his hands.

I do as he says, and I feel the hot water rinsing the soap out of my hair. He repeats the notion with the conditioner and once it’s rinsed, I take the bar of soap and start to lather up his body as well. My fingers find every crease on his perfect skin, and I run my hands down his washboard abs. A warmth spread across me as I lowered my lands to his manhood. He is stiff and ready for me already; my mouth waters at the sight of him.

I’m not sure I’d ever get used to seeing him in all his glory like this and I find my cheeks flushing as my eyes scan him from head to toe. I work my hands up and down his manhood, watching his as hips jerk with each motion and he moans, sounding satisfied. A smile tugs at my lips and I can’t help but press myself against him, feeling him against my belly, and then I kiss him deeply.

Like a dam that broke inside of him, a primal need emerges, and he growls against my lips, lifting me into his arms and pressing me against the wet shower wall. He kisses me like he is parched, and I’m his last sip of water. I moan against his lips as he nips at my bottom lip, tugging it and bringing it into his mouth like it is the sweetest thing he has ever tasted.

I feel him push inside of me and my entire core reforms to fit him. It was like my body was made for him specifically and I couldn’t have asked for a better partner. I threw my head back and moaned as his lips found the nape of my neck. He sucked and nibbled on the spot he had told me once he was going to mark. An electric jolt courses through my body at the sensation, and I find myself needing more of him. I grind my hips against him, needing him to move faster.

He answered my pleas by thrusting harder and deeper.

“Aiden!” I hissed as pleasure and pain shot through me all at once.

“Mine,” he growled with each thrust.

His lips find mine again, but his thrusts never slow. I feel myself reaching the edge and I know he is close too because he quickens his pace and his entire body melds with mine as we come together in sweet bliss. I fall apart against him and with a couple more thrusts, he falls apart with me.

We stayed pressed against one another for a short while as we caught our breaths. As he slid out of me, I can’t help but feel the emptiness that came with it. I was never going to get enough of this man.

We finish showering and he helps me out of the shower, wrapping a towel around me. I go to grab my clothes, but he grabs them first and walks out of the bathroom with a smirk.

“I’m not done with you just yet,” he says as we walk back into his bedroom.

“I have to get ready to leave,” I chuckle.

“You have time,” he says, throwing my clothes on the chair across the room before walking back over to me. The fact that he was still completely naked did not go unnoticed by my wandering eyes.

I raised my brows up at him.

“And what did you have in mind to kill this time?” I ask; my tone flirtatious.

He wrapped me in his arms, and I dropped the towel around my body just as his lips closed in around mine.

“I have some ideas,” he whispers as he brings me to his bed and takes me to new heights.