CHAPTER SEVEN - LINES CROSSED.

Juliette’s POV:

It started with a gentle kiss, his soft lips on mine, seeking permission, which I easily granted. My hands on his chest, he smelled like soap and shampoo.. who knew shampoo could smell so delicious?

The kiss grew from gentle to deep, passionate and hungry. I wanted, no, I needed more.

His hands moved to grip my ass, then suddenly without any warning, he picked me up without so much as breaking the kiss. I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist, the coolness from the still locker on my back.

My fingers tangled in his hair, trying to pull him closer, our tongues danced in a heated rhythm.

“Juliette,” he moaned into the kiss. His voice, low, rough, hoarse and filled with desire.

I could feel his heart pounding against my chest, mirroring my own frantic heartbeat.

“We sho..uldn’t be d..doing thi..is” i manged to say without breaking away.

“Fuck J.. I need you..” his words.. made me melt even more.

I broke the kiss, trying to salvage what little restraint I had left.. instead his mouth moved to my neck, kissing, sucking and sometimes nibbling before blowing and kissing again.

Fuck this is wrong, why does it feel so fucking right?

“I’m not going to do anything you don’t want Julliette,” he said in between kisses. “So you’re going to have to tell me what you want.”

Fucking hell, this man is going to be the death of me, I can feel it.

“Take… me. Please.” I whispered.

The next minute, I was standing beside a fully naked, fully erect Greek god of a man. Fuck, it was so huge. It had the potential to ruin me but all it did was make my mout water..

“Still want it?” He asked, his voice husky ss he stared at me closely.

“Please Bryan, take me.” I replied, my voice filled with desire.

He picked me up even more effortlessly than the last time, kissing me hungrily like his life depended on it.

As he depended the kiss, he slid one palm down.. inserting a finger into my wet folds. Causing me to moan..

“So fucking wet and ready.” He murmured.

Breaking the kiss, he positioned the top of his monster cock at my entrance. “Are you ready?” He asked, his eyes dark with desire.

“Yes. Please”

In one hard thrust, he took me.

I cried out in what felt like a mixture of pain and pleasure. My body arched instinctively to meet his powerful movements.

The sensation was beyond overwhelming. An intense mix of pleasure and pain that left me breathless.

He stayed like that for a minute, giving me a minute to adjust before he started moving very slowly at first before gradually gathering momentum.

“Fuck Juliette,your pussy feels like heaven on earth” he murmured, his breath hot and ragged against my neck.

I responded with a moan, my hips moving instinctively to urge him on.

I could feel every inch of him inside of me, the heat and hardness, the way he completely filled me, it was almost too much.

He began to move even faster, each thrust measured and deliberate, urging me towards a cliff that left me reeling from all the sensations.

My breathe came in short gasps, my body almost trembling uncontrollably with each powerful motion. “Bryan.. fuck.. please..” I moaned.

His pace quickened, driving even deeper than I ever thought was possible, harder.

Our bodies moved in such rythmic sync, it felt like a dance we’d been doing our whole lives.

“Fuck, you’re so wet Julliette, so fucking wet.” He growled.

I could feel it, I was so close.. he was too. His thrusts grew frantic, almost driving me insane with all the powerful sensations hitting me all at once.

I felt myself climb higher and higher, the tension inside me coiled even tighter. His breaths came out ragged and uneven.

“Cum with me baby” he murmured, his voice rough with need and desire.

His voice was the push I needed. With a cry I shattered, my orgasm crashing over me in waves so intense, it left me trembling and gasping for air.

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.

As if on cue, came the sound of my alarm causing me to jolt upright, gasping, my heart pounding like I’d ran a 12 meter race. The alarm clock on my nightstand flashed 5:00 a.m. in bright neon green letters.

“A dream?! All of that had been a dream? What in the actual fuck?!” Dragging a hand over my face, I couldn’t believe it. I needed to get together.

The fragments of the dream cling to me like an Arabic cologne the rest of the day. The feel of his hands… his lips.. the kiss.. the way he’d said my name ss he came undone, the feel of him inside of me.. everything, it had been way too vivid. Too detailed and real to have just been a dream. It was almost difficult to not believe it had actually happened.

By the time I got to work that day, the air was already sharp with cold and the usual tension and testosterone. The boys were warming up, the echos of pucks against boards ricocheted through the empty space.

I caught a quick glimpse of Dorian at the very far end, it looked like he was stretching, his expression blank and unreadable, per usual.

Right beside Dorian stood him, Bryan, the man that was currently driving me crazy at the moment, probably barking orders at a rookie, his jaw set like stone. I couldn’t quite hear from where I stood.

Neither one of them looked in my direction, not even once.

But yet, somehow, I knew they knew I was there. I could feel their awareness everywhere. The way Dorian’s gaze intentionally brushed past me just long enough to register before looking away and the way Bryan’s voice dipped a bit lower as I walked past, told me everything I needed to know.

This is maddening. Almost infuriating even.

Crouching beside my kit, I tried my very best to just block it all out, ignore the buzz under my skin, and shove the remnants of that crazy dream that still lingered in my mind to the very back.

I tried to hide the tremble of my fingers as I reached for the tape roll. I hated how much control these men had over me. I need to get myself in check, get it together.

“Long morning?”

I looked up to find Caleb staring back at me, towel on his finely chiseled shoulders, usual myscheivious grin plastered in place, his eyes watching me with that all too-knowing glint.

I sighed. “You have absolutely no ide” i muttered.

He chuckled knowingly. “If it involves our dearest captain then believe me, he’s always… a handful right before game day.”

“I wasn’t talking about him.” I said immediately. Way too quickly.

Caleb tilted his head, the amused expression on his face deepening. “Of course not darling.”

He walked away, leaving an echo of soft laughter in his wake, and me.. clutching into the roll of tape I’d been holding, like my life depended on it.

I could hear Bryan call for a line change from somewhere across the rink. His deep voice cut through the air with the smoothness of silk, commanding, the kind that put men in their place.

Even though I tried my hardest best to focus my mind on what I was doing, a rather trsitoruous thought slipped through, whispering reminding me of the words I’d heard that voice say last night.

And worse of it all, a part of me wanted it again.

The sudden sharp blast of a whistled signaled the end of practice, finally.

I quickly gathered my kit, preparing to silently vanish before anyone else decided to speak to me today. But of course, fate and the universe, had other plans for me.

“Mercer.”

Came the familiar voice, as it carried across the rink, not loud but quite impossible to ignore. I turned around slowly, my heart skipping too many beats as the dream from last night played vividly in my head.

The team was already filing toward the tunnel, the sound of laughter and chatter echoing around them. He stood apart from them, helmet in hand, hair damp from sweat maybe and his eyes.. those beautiful eyes fixed squarely on me.

“Yes, Captain?”

A very faint curve of his jaw betrayed something that looked like irritation or something close to it. “My office. Now.”

Without another word, he turned and left.

Usually I’d protest, I really wanted to. But his tone, the way he’d said it, well it really didn’t leave any room for questions. What the fuck have I done now?