Nikki Worrell - The Enforcer (NHL Scorpions)

Perogies were one of Lacey’s favorite treats. She made hers with potato and cheese. Baking the dumplings instead of frying them left more of the flavor intact, in her opinion. But her favorite Polish food was golumpkis. They were cabbage rolls stuffed with meat and rice, then cooked in her grandmother’s secret sauce, which had a base of V-8 juice. Scrumptious! Vlad left with the promise of his homeland’s dishes – or close to them.

After Jody cleaned up the kitchen (he insisted, since Lacey cooked), he joined her on the couch, handing her another dirty martini. “Thank you for dinner, Lace. I can’t remember the last time I had such a good home-cooked meal. And thank you for inviting Vlad to stay; I know he enjoyed it, too.” He put his arm around her and pulled her close.

”You’re welcome. I enjoyed doing it.” Taking the drink from Jody, she asked him, “Are you trying to get me drunk?” Actually, she was already past being able to drive home.

“Um, no?” She obviously didn’t believe him, but took a sip anyway. Waste not, want not.

Jody wanted to tell her how much he loved her, but he knew it was still too soon. It just felt so right having her in his house. “Lace, you can cook for me anytime. I don’t care what it is, but, just in case you wanted to know, spicy food is my favorite.” Jody smiled, and Lacey knew the next meal she made for him would be her Mexican Chicken.

Lacey leaned in and kissed him. She’d been … well, the only word she could think of was ’horny,’ all day. She hated that word, but it fit. She wanted to throw him up on the table, strip him bare, and have her way with him a few times. If Vlad wasn’t there, she probably would have, but she was pretty sure that wouldn’t have been proper etiquette.

Lacey put her drink down, wrapped her arms around Jody’s neck and pulled him into her, kissing him deep. She licked every inch of his mouth and bit his bottom lip. “Jody,” she mumbled against his lips, “I want you to fuck me so hard I’ll never be the same again.” Holy shit, did she really just say that?

Jody didn’t have to be begged. They hadn’t been together since the night Lacey had spent at his house. He thought about her every night, wishing that she were in his bed. After the hockey season officially started, they’d be able to have a little more time together. Training Camp was always hectic.

“Angel, I’ll make you come so hard you won’t be able to think straight.” He picked her up and took her to the breakfast bar in the kitchen – never letting his lips stray from hers. When he had slowly, teasingly, stripped them both of their clothing, he sat her on a bar stool and kneeled before her, spreading her legs.

“Do you have any idea what it does to me to see you bare before me?” Without waiting for her answer, he covered her with his mouth. As he groaned against the taste of her, Lacey thrust her hips up to meet his probing tongue.

“Oh Jesus, that’s so good.” She grabbed his hair and pulled him more forcefully upon her. He increased the pressure of his tongue in answer to her demand, and she cried out, “Yes, oh, that’s it.”

Jody could feel his cock throbbing. He wanted her to touch him so badly he didn’t think he could stand it. Lifting his mouth away from her (with a disappointed gasp from Lacey) he said, “Don’t move. Not one fucking inch. I’ll be right back.”

Seconds later, he came back with a thick blanket that he doubled up and placed on the tile floor. He laid Lacey down on the blanket and climbed over her, his mouth at her sex, which left his cock at her mouth. “Is this okay, Lace?”

Without hesitation, Lacey sucked him in deep, moaning at the taste of the droplets that had already formed on him. She would never last like this. The thought of him coming in her mouth was too erotic to stem the orgasm rising up inside her. She’d never had such raw, physical sex, and she loved it.

Jody groaned at how good Lacey’s tongue felt on him as he continued to pump himself into her mouth. He tried to think about anything , but how good it felt. He put two fingers inside of her as he continued to lick. He could feel her tensing around his fingers and knew she was close. I have to last until she comes. Think of a brick wall. Ugh, not working...

When Jody sucked her hard, Lacey came for him in a rush-her hips bucking up into him. As her trembling subsided, he whipped around and picked her up, bending her over the breakfast bar.

Lacey couldn’t believe how intense he was, but she loved every bit of it. She looked back at him over her shoulder. “I want everything you’ve got.” He took a fistful of her hair as he entered her in one hard thrust. “Jesus Jody, do that again.” He pulled out and did it again. Lacey cried out at the sensation.

Jody had to slow down or he was going to come, and he wanted Lacey to come with him. He laid his body over hers, pushing her down onto the cool granite counter top. She inhaled as her breasts hit the cold granite. Jody took her hands and put them, palms down, on either side of her head, interlocking their fingers and started a slow rhythm in and out of her. He then started kissing and biting her neck until he felt her start to clench around him. Her breathing turned to panting. “I’m so close Jody, give me more.”

“I’ll give you anything you want, Lace.” Jody picked up the pace and started slamming into her again and again. He lifted himself off her and gripped her hips, slamming into her harder. “Christ, I can’t last much longer. It’s too fucking good.”

Lacey started moaning and clenching tighter around him. “Yes, God yes, now!” After three more hard thrusts, they both cried out. Lacey had never come so hard in her life. She hadn’t realized there could be different levels or orgasms, but holy shit, there were.

Slick with sweat, Jody gathered her up and held her until their bodies calmed once more. “Lace, Jesus-that was...wow!”

“Right back atcha. We’re good at this.” Lacey had a smile on her face that she didn’t think was ever going away.

Lacey spent the night at Jody’s and got up before him to make him a big breakfast. She called Zoe so they could chat while she cooked.

“Hey Lace, how’s the big guy?” Zoe was so happy that Lacey seemed to have given in and was honestly giving Jody a chance.

“Still sigh worthy.” Looking around, making sure Jody wasn’t there, Lacey told her, “God Zoe, he absolutely rocked my world last night – right on the breakfast bar!”

Zoe squealed on the other end of the line. “I’m so jealous! That’s awesome. You’ve been in need of a good, world rocking shag. That’s what, twice now you two have bumped uglies?”

“Bumped uglies? Nice, Zoe.” Zoe’s sense of humor was one of the things Lacey loved most about her. “It was the second occasion, but we’ve ‘bumped uglies’ way more than twice.” Lacey knew she was bragging, but she couldn’t help herself. “I am telling you, no one could compare to that man in the sack. I don’t think it’s possible.”

Zoe was insanely jealous, but in a ‘still happy for Lacey’ way. “So have you admitted to yourself that you’re in love with him yet, or are you still convincing yourself it’s just casual?”

“I am definitely falling for him, I think that’s pretty obvious, but I’m not ready to give him the L word yet. Does that make me awful?” Lacey spun around to get eggs out of the refrigerator and saw Jody leaning against the wall, arms crossed, with a big sappy smile on his face.