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Easton
Kendall’s grandparents greet me with hugs as we walk into Perrone’s. “Easton! Bel ragazzo!” His grandmother, Bianca says with a big smile as she kisses my cheek.
She grins wider looking at Luci. “You brought adorabile signora! Benvenuto, sono così felice di
vederti.”
His grandfather, Marco, steps up and takes her hands telling her she is beautiful in English. I watch Luci smile shyly and thank him.
The waitress is one of their relatives and she greets me with a quick side shoulder hug. “You brought such a pretty girl. What is your name, dolce ragazza?”
“I’m Luci.” She smiles genuinely at her.
“Bella Luci. I am Alessia, Kendall’s aunt. Now we have a very tasty arancini and a burrata salad if you’d like starters.”
Luci glances at me and I nod. “We’ll take both.”
Luci orders the shrimp linguine and I choose the lasagna bolognese.
“I need to tell you about Cole and taking off the cape you gave him. I wish I had video of the glare he gave Kingston.”
She’s giggling by the end of it. “I saw it this weekend and knew it was perfect. The cape was a little too long and heavy so I made a different one. Glad it made him happy.”
“He’s so my kid sometimes it shocks me.” I admit.
“He’s definitely your kid. Very…determined.”
I ask her more about Janet and growing up with her. She tells me about her social worker that she claims was her very good fortune to have gotten him. “Collins is very caring and he does his best to keep you somewhere you fit. Which is how I got Janet for so long.”
“Want to play twenty questions?” I ask her halfway through dinner.
She makes a face. “I didn’t peg you for that game.”
“Stereotyping me sweetness?”
“No you definitely don’t fit into any one single type.”
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I narrow my eyes at her. “Why did that feel like a backhanded insult? But yes I want to play. You might like my version, it’s not as boring as usual.”
She smiles slowly. “It wasn’t. But the drop dead gorgeous hockey captain who can command any woman’s attention, claims he is not a flowery poet good at romance, kicks Julian’s ass at a tree lighting before laughing at the original Grinch cartoon with his little boy while also acting like a self proclaimed cold grump cannot fit into any single peg on a stereotype board. I’m game to play.”
“You think I’m drop–dead gorgeous?” I ask with surprise.
“You just used your first question, Icebreaker. That’s what you focused on in that long
speech?” She raises one eyebrow teasing me.
I point my finger at her. “There’s your first one, and you didn’t answer, which means I get an
extra as your penance. Yes, because you aren’t the type to fawn over guys. At least I’ve never
seen it and it won’t be happening now.” I warn her.
“You thought I was interested in the other team.” She fires back at me.
“Be honest sweetness. You’d never seen that before and now you want to come watch again.
And that isn’t a question. I could see it when you watched me. I think maybe you need private
hockey lessons sweetness. If nothing else, I can teach you how to stretch your hips like we do.
”
Her cheeks turn the slightest pink which means I didn’t go far enough yet. “Or you can do like I
suggested and role play as the rink floor with me.” Completely pink now. I refrain from
mentioning one of her favorite movies again.
“You are very creative.” She’s a little flustered. Oh, sweetness, get ready, you gave me the green
light, and I’m not going to hold back much.
“Some things my mind has no trouble expressing. Like I think I could take over teaching you
hockey rules. My penalties would be much better than four year old laughs or frustrations.
Maybe strip hockey for the first round.” I chuckle as I see the image run through that
wonderland brain of hers. I wish I could watch it on a screen.
“Number 2: You know about my longest relationship. How many hearts has Luci Forrester
broken?”
Her fork pauses on the way to her mouth. “Um none. I really only had like two relationships
and not even sure either really count as relationships. The first was four months and the
second only two months. Then there was a third guy I went out with a few times but he wasn’t
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really interested and made fun of me when I spaced out on the last date. My turn. You said you had two girlfriends from hell after Lorelei. Is that really it for the hockey god? I mean women will literally throw themselves onto the ice for you.”
“That’s it relationship wise. I uh, had two other girls, not puck bunnies, that I’d meet up with
occasionally for a few months, but that all ended when I woke up one morning and realized I did not want my son to find me that way. I’ve stayed away from the female species for almost two years now. That sounded pretty awful didn’t it? Your children don’t pry into your
past….exploits, I hope.” I grimace.
She chuckles. “No, I’m pretty sure that’s knowledge they never want to have. Not awful,
Easton. Did the girls know it wasn’t serious, just occasional hookups?”
I nod at her and she continues. “Then it was done honestly. Shocker, you have a past like most
people. It’s cleaner than most athletes I assure you.”
“My brothers are the same way. They took a look at Cole and realized they didn’t want to end up in early fatherhood or for Cole to look at them like pigs.” I admit to her. “My turn. Three; why
does Julian Soames hate you?”
She tenses up completely. “Can I give that one back to you? You can ask another but I don’t
want to talk about that tonight. Not while we’re on a nice date and I’m happy and it isn’t a
pretty story. I will tell you Easton, I promise but please not tonight.”
I reach across and take her hand worried. “Tell me when you’re ready. But I do have to know if
he touched you?”
“No he didn’t. Nothing like that for him.”
“Then I withdraw it. Why did you change majors?”
She frowns a bit. “I had an issue during a class and the advisor for the program strongly
encouraged me to change majors. I had planned to be a play therapist.” She almost whispers.
“My turn, what is your major besides hockey?”
“Business administration. One day we’ll all take over Dad’s company. Hopefully, after a long pro hockey career.”
We bid Kendall’s grandparents goodbye. Luci smiles sweetly at them. “It was all so delicious.
Thank you.”
I suspend my questions until we get to the outdoor concert. I brought extra blankets and I set
one up for her to sit on while covering her with the other one. “Get too cold, tell me and we’ll leave.”
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The songs are catchy and I end up enjoying most of it. Luci gets colder because she tucks
herself against me toward the end. It was too noisy to continue our game but I start it back up
again as I drive her home.
“Number 10: Do I get to come inside?” I ask as she walks to her door. I’m off on numbers
because I asked her easy questions driving.
“Yes. Do you want to?” She counters.
“Definitely.” I follow her in as she slips her boots off along with her coat.
“Number 11: Do you hate shoes? I always see you barefoot or in thick socks.”
“Yes. I am not a fan. Even of slippers.” She tucks her feet beneath her on the couch and I sit
right next to her.
“Number 12: can I skip ahead to kissing you now?”
She laughs before moving closer to me and resting her hands on my chest.
I duck my head to kiss her and lift her to straddle my lap. Damn those lips of hers make it
hard to stop. I hold her waist to keep her in place, not like she fights me. Each kiss makes me
want another, leading to a full on makeout session on her couch. I finally stop, watching her
lick her swollen lips slowly. Her chest is heaving as she catches her breath and I let my eyes
slowly wander from those perfect breasts moving down to her trim waist and those pretty hips of hers. I catch myself running my tongue over the back of my teeth, in anticipation of tasting her; running it along her skin. I glance at the clock and realize I’ve been kissing her for almost an hour. After what she said the other night, I want more. Crave more of her. It’s borderline obsession at this point thinking and dreaming of all the ways I want her. I rest my hands on her knees sitting on each side of my thighs before dipping my face into her neck and kissing my way up to her ear. “You know what I want to know now, Luci?” I whisper there, feeling her shiver when I say her name. I remember her protesting I said her name too much once before and now I think I figured out why. She shakes her head. I slowly slide my palms and fingers up her thighs under her dress. “I want to know what kind of panties Luci Forrester wears. Are they lace or silk or cotton or….nothing?” I tease as my fingers wrap slowly around the sides of
her hips.
“You seem to know a lot about women’s panties?” She sasses back and I smile against her
ear.
“Luci…” She shivers and now I confirmed I’m right. “Luci….” Another shiver. “Do you like when I
say your name?”
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“Yes…” She admits breathlessly and I will exploit that fully.
“My sweet Luci who wears very soft panties.” I draw away from her ear, listening to her ragged
breathing. Mine isn’t much better honestly. The things this girl does to me without even
trying……..
She stares into my eyes, her own huge. “It’s called microfiber something.”
“Hmm you seem very focused, Luci. Shame because I already thought of the ways I can bring
you back to me.”
“Like I could get lost right now.”
“I intend for you to get lost in my touch, sweetness.”
I let my fingers drag across to rest against the top edge under her abdomen. “Next question is
how ruined are they?”
She digs her fingers into my shoulders. “You got like six questions in a row.”
“You can ask ten in a row when I’m done. If you can think of them.” I slip my fingers over the fabric before sliding them to the side. Groaning deep in my throat when I feel how wet she is. Her thighs clamp down around mine and I tilt her chin back. “Very ruined sweetness. We’re skipping all your turns, but I’ll make it up to you. Next to last question for me tonight. What
does Luci look like when she comes?”
I kiss her hard as I slide my fingers through her seam and find her clit stroking her as she moans in her throat, the sound going straight to my c**k and making me want to devour her. She presses closer to me and I speed up my circular motions before drawing away. She groans in protest, making me smile. “Hold on sweetness. I want to make my tongue and d**k completely jealous of my hand when I make you fall apart.” I slip one finger inside her slowly to make sure I don’t hurt her. She clamps down on me like a vice and I groan again. When she loosens up, I add the second one and slowly thrust them into her. “Oh gosh….Easton!” She breathes out and I begin to curl my fingers causing her to shake all over. “Right there sweetness. That’s what you need.”
She mewls and moans and I am lost in her as I watch her face. She is going to make me lose my control in ways no one ever has before.
I know she’s close and I grip the back of her neck with my free hand to keep her face close to mine. “Let go Luci. Show me the answer to that question.” I kiss her quickly and she calls my name loudly as her p***y walls slam down on my fingers almost pushing them out. Her head is thrown back and her eyes are closed as the most satisfied smile graces her swollen lips. I
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give her a minute, moving my fingers very slowly before withdrawing them.
“That was a lie. This is my next to last question for the night. How does my sweetness taste?”
Still panting, her eyes are glued to me as I suck my fingers into my mouth. “Mmm pure and sweet. Absolute perfection.” She stares at me hungrily before she kisses me this time. I slip those two fingers back inside her as she deepens the kiss.
“Last question. How fast can Luci come for me again?” I ask with a grin as she throws her head back when I curl my fingers hard as I finish the question. I know her previous orgasm was still rolling over her and this will send her into orbit. “Eastonnnnn…” her whole body trembles as she says my name on the most delicious moan and I almost come in my boxers from that alone. Curling them slowly and making sure I drag them along her g–spot each time, I use my free hand to thread through her hair and bring her lips to mine for a desperate kiss. My tongue mimicking my fingers and angrily wishing it was in their current position. “You make the most perfect sounds, sweetness. You want to come again, don’t you my greedy good girl? You like me finger f*****g you. Answer me sweetness, and if I like what you say, I’ll make
you come so hard you forget your name.”
“Yes!” She moans. “Easton I want to come again. You…..are….way too good…at this.”
“Say please sweetness with those moans of yours.” I urge her, keeping her right on the edge.
She moans, rocking her hips against my hand. “Eastonnnn pleassseee.”
“That’s my girl.” I say deepening my voice even more. Her entire body trembles as I curl them hard and the heel of my hand presses firmly against her clit. She screams my name, almost choking at the end on the moan that leaves her. I let her ride it out before sliding my fingers
out of her and fixing her panties back. I lick each finger clean slowly as she stares at me before resting her head on my shoulder.
“Your version of twenty questions is definitely not boring. I like it better.” She sounds dazed
and relaxed.
“Feel free to steal it on our next date. Oh and sweetness, the next time I make you come, your panties belong to me.” I growl softly at her.
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Bel ragazzo means handsome boy in Italian. Adorabile signora–lovely lady and benvenuto, sono così felice di vederti means Welcome, so happy to see you! Dolce ragazza means sweet girl.
