Saved (Minnesota Caribou #5) - Colleen Charles Page 0,14
on my nightstand, even though she’s never really been inside my bedroom. Staring into my heated gaze with her blue orbs, she slowly undoes each button on her oversized shirt until I can see her white bra. In my mind, Cora always wears plain white. I run my fingers along the underside of her jaw and tuck some long strands of her silky hair behind her ears.
She smiles up at me as I push the shirt back and off her shoulders. Staring at Cora’s full breasts, I wonder what her nipples will look like… taste like. I can imagine what she looks like underneath her clothes—hell, I’ve been looking at her and wondering since my hormones first started raging back in high school. But those little things—like the shape and color of her nipples, I can’t imagine that. I’ll only find out if I actually see them.
I’ll only find out the shade of her pretty pussy if I see it. If I touch it.
If I taste it. I want Cora’s to be the first one I ever sample.
In my mind, I skim my fingers underneath the hem of her pencil skirt and slide it upward until those plain white cotton panties are exposed. The particulars of this fantasy are always the same. It’s my go-to. Glasses. White button-down. Black pencil skirt. Innocent lingerie with only tiny pink bows as adornment. And Cora? She’s wet and hot. She moans as I yank down her panties and she steps out of them, letting that damn pencil skirt ride her curvy hips.
The moment my searching fingers reach her slick heat, Cora’s eyes light up with a curious smile. She reaches for me, steadying herself on my biceps with her lips slightly parted to receive my kiss. Her mouth is warm, and she tastes like cinnamon mixed with sin.
Even though this recurring daydream is not real, my heart throbs in my chest like it is. Instead of the cold ice, I smell Cora’s shampoo. Instead of the moistness inside my gloves, I feel the silky smoothness of Cora’s porcelain skin.
She reaches for the fly of my jeans and tugs the zipper down. Never breaking my gaze, she reaches in and strokes my already hard cock until it jerks and strains toward her. Because she’s the thing it wants most in this world.
It refuses to settle for anything less.
Her breath exhales on a wicked sigh. “Blaine, I’ve been dreaming about this for so long. I want you to…”
My body jolts as a flyaway puck hits me in the shoulder pads. Fuck!
“Pull your head out of your own ass, Rice,” Spencer yells. “No wonder you’ve got a groin injury. You’re not looking! That’s a good way to lose some teeth!”
I hang my head in shame as I skate back to the bench to get an even worse tongue lashing from Coach.
Because I can’t stop thinking about Cora when I know she never thinks about me.
Chapter Six
Cora
Sometimes in the teacher’s lounge, my single female colleagues talk about catching feels for a guy.
I can’t even imagine that. Mine have always been there. Then they started growing over time. I can’t even imagine a moment in my life when I will not yearn for Blaine Rice.
Number twenty-four.
Despite the fact that he looks like a padded and yet graceful tree skating around Caribou Arena during the warm-up, I know exactly what’s underneath those pads.
What’s underneath that face shield.
“How’ve you been, Cora?” Sue-Ann Monroe’s voice pulls me away from my thoughts about Blaine. And his lickable abs, chiseled jawline, and powerful thighs.
And what’s between his legs? I can only admit to myself and under the cover of darkness that ever since that damn dick pic got sent to Broads of Barb’s, I’ve been thinking about that way more than I should.
I spin in my seat so I can give her a hug. Between Sue-Ann and Julia, supporting Blaine at the Caribou games has become something I look forward to. I really only pay attention when Blaine’s line is on the ice. I feel like if I watch him like a hawk, he won’t get hurt. But that didn’t work a few weeks ago when he pulled his groin. I couldn’t even meet him at the player exit because he’d had to leave the game and get worked on by the trainers for hours. I’ll never really understand hockey—probably never really even like it—but getting some girl time in at the home games does wonders for my attitude about it.