He’s Not My Type

This is so awkward.

Here I am, slipping into Halsey’s bed without him, after we were so sinful in it the night before. But he’s on my mind. Once my responsibilities at the game were done, I booked it out of there and came straight home where I took a bath and soaked in my feelings.

Halsey played for a grand total of one minute. I believe they wanted to see how he was out on the ice, and from what I saw, he was really good. How he can skate with a rolled ankle, I have no idea, but then again, the training staff are miracle workers.

And I hate to admit it, but when he was on the ice, I couldn’t take my eyes off him and how he effortlessly glided around the rink, passing the puck and avoiding being slammed into the wall.

He’s so good at hockey, it’s why he’s so mesmerizing to watch. I wonder what he was like out on the ice with his brother. They were probably magic.

But now that I slipped into my silk pajama set—yup, it’s all I had left that was clean—sleep eludes me as I’m turned away from the door and on the far edge of my side. I could not be more obvious.

I told myself I was going to be asleep by the time he got home, but from my mind racing over what’s transpired between us, I can’t seem to find that natural sleep I’m looking for.

It’s why I’m getting up to grab some of my melatonin when the front door opens and shuts.

Oh God, he’s home.

I slink back under the blankets and curl into my pillow where I pretend to sleep. Besides the entryway, the lights are off in the apartment, so when he turns that one off, the entire room is drenched in darkness. The only light is from the sliver of the moon peeking through the curtains.

His feet pad down the hallway and into the bedroom where I hear him set his phone on his nightstand and plug it in.

Be cool.

You’re asleep.

For all he knows, you’ve been sleeping for a long time.

He moves into the bathroom where I hear him brush his teeth and remove his suit that he’s required to wear to and from the arena.

Everything is fine. No need to worry about what’s going on. He thinks you’re asleep. Just stay still and everything will be okay.

I let out a slow breath, not wanting to be detected but wanting to calm my racing nerves and, when he leaves the bathroom and comes into the bedroom, I mentally prepare myself.

This is it.

As still as still can be.

Maybe add a little snore to make it believable . . . wait no, don’t do that.

He slips into the bed and then to my utter surprise and shock, he places his arm around me, his palm to my stomach, and he drags me across the bed and right into his chest.

His mouth falls to my ear as he lightly whispers, “You belong here.”

My breath catches in my chest as his hand slides under my shirt and his warm palm presses against my stomach.

Okay, was not expecting that.

Well, that’s okay, we can work with this. So he likes to spoon. The man probably—

Oh God, did he just swipe at my boob with his thumb?

I hold my breath as I wait in anticipation to see if he does it again.

When he doesn’t, I realize I was imagining it.

There was no swipe.

It must have been the fabric of my shirt—

His thumb drags across my breast again and this time, I know it was intentional because he pulls me in even closer, his erection pressing against my ass.

And that’s all it takes.

A wave of arousal pulses through me as his mouth finds my ear and he asks, “Why are you wearing clothes?”

Because I’m the fool who thinks that we can forget about what happened last night. In reality, we can’t forget about it at all.

His hand moves out from under my shirt, which makes me want to protest, but then, his dexterous fingers start unbuttoning my silk top.

“This should not be on you,” he says as he makes his way up to the top. I don’t even think I can unbutton my shirt that fast yet, he does it with one hand.

When he’s done, he parts the shirt open, exposing my breasts, and he cups one of them in his rough, calloused hand. I try to hold back, but I groan as I press my ass into his erection.

“Mmm, that’s it, baby. I knew you weren’t sleeping.”

Of course I wasn’t, how could I, knowing he was going to slip into bed with me?

He circles my nipple lightly with his fingers while he kisses my neck, and the combination of the two has me throbbing between my legs—something I now know this devilish man has over me. I know how amazing he can make me feel and, even though I’m out of my mind with confusion, there is one thing I know for sure. I want him to make me come again.

Once he circles my nipple a few more times until it’s completely hard, he pinches it with his index finger and thumb, rolling the sensitive nub and causing me to gasp.

“I fucking love your tits,” he says as he moves to the other one. I roll to my back an inch, giving him better access. “I could play with them for hours.”

I could come from him just playing with them.

“But I have other plans,” he says as he moves his hand down my stomach to the waistband of my shorts. He pauses for a second and says, “If you don’t want to come on my cock tonight, tell me right now, or else, I plan on destroying this pussy.”

I squeeze my eyes shut as my bare chest rises and falls into the night air.

There’s no way I’m stopping him, and he knows it because he doesn’t give me much time to react. He pushes my shorts down, and I kick them to the side right before he props my top leg up into a figure four position, opening me up more.

“Now let me see how wet you are.” His lips skim over my ear, sending chills down my arm as he slips his hand between my legs. His fingers drag along my center and when he feels how drenched I am, he groans in satisfaction. “Such a good fucking girl,” he says before bringing his fingers to his mouth and sucking on them. “I’ve been craving this pussy all goddamn day. Have you been craving my cock?”

He shifts behind me, pulling down his briefs and pushing them all the way off so his cock is now lined up against my ass.

“Y-yes,” I answer.

“Yes, what?” he asks as his hand floats back up to my breasts where he grips and massages them, letting the air hit my pussy. It turns me on even more.

“Yes, I’ve been craving your cock.”

“Good girl,” he says as he releases my breasts and positions his penis at my entrance. I take a deep breath and then let it out as he pushes inside.

It’s sore at first, but once he’s fully in, all I feel is satisfaction.

“The sounds you made last night, I couldn’t stop thinking about them.” He pumps into me, cupping my breast with one hand while his other now grips my neck. He presses down carefully, making me aware that he has me by the neck, but not too much to scare me. And it only throws fuel to the flame of my arousal. The possession, it’s so sexy. “I’m obsessed with hearing the way you come and feeling the way you squeeze my thick cock.” He pumps again. “I’ve wanted to touch you all goddamn day.” He pinches my nipple and I groan loud enough for him to do it again. “I craved this cunt.” He presses his head against mine. “Fuck, I need more.”

He wraps his arm around my stomach and then rolls us so he’s lying on his back, propped up by a pillow, and I’m lying on top of him, my back to his chest. My top flies open, exposing my breasts and with both hands, he grips my nipples and pinches them as he whispers, “Fuck my cock, Blakely.”

“God,” I groan as I move my hips up and down along his body.

This position, it’s new, it’s different, and it feels so fucking amazing. I’ve noticed quickly that I like him behind me, taking me from behind in any way. This being one of them.

“Fuck, Halsey,” I whisper as I move my hips faster.

“You close, baby?” he asks.

I nod. “Really close.”

“Good.” He kisses the side of my head. “Me too.”

And then he pinches my nipples harder, rolling them and pulling on them, making me so goddamn ready that it only takes a few more pumps of my hips before my stomach bottoms out, my entire body goes numb, and my orgasm hits me so hard that I cry out his name into the dark of the night.

“That greedy fucking cunt,” he says right before his cock swells inside me and he’s coming, wave after wave until his body goes slack and we’re completely sated.

He loops his arm around my waist, holding me still as he stays inside me. He kisses my shoulder, my head, and then he taps my chin, forcing me to turn so he can kiss my lips momentarily.

But even though the kiss is brief, it feels far more intimate than what we just did.

After a few more seconds of making out, he releases me and helps me to the bathroom where we both clean up. When we’re done, he takes me back to the bed, but removes my shirt, and leaves me naked with him. He slips in behind me, spoons me to his chest, and he whispers, “This is where you belong. Don’t fucking forget it.”

Talk about being fucked into a dream-filled slumber.

OKAY, so yeah, he told me I belonged in his arms last night. No big deal. But that didn’t prevent me from slipping out of them this morning, taking a shower, and getting ready for work. And I’m still walking funny because I needed to ride his light post again throughout the night. Who am I?

I might be cock-shocked, but I have things to do today, like give the team my notice and try to figure out an action plan to stop thinking about Halsey’s penis between my legs.

Good luck to me.

After I finish my hair and makeup, which I feel slightly ashamed to say I spend more time on than I normally do, I prepare to leave my room. I convince myself the effort’s because I was feeling glamorous this morning, but deep down, I know it’s because when I walk out of this room, I’m going to see Halsey and I want him to look at me with dark, sinister eyes.

It’s also why I chose the dress that was hanging on the back of my door.

Deep red, it hits me mid-thigh, has sleeves to lend toward the professional side, but with the square neckline, it makes my boobs look amazing. The same boobs Halsey said he could play with for hours. I painted my lips in the same red color, and I paired the outfit with three-inch heels that I know will make my legs look amazing.

So . . . yeah . . .

I finish getting dressed, and when I look at myself in the mirror, I feel . . . gorgeous.

I turn to the side, checking out my ass in the dress, and then turn to the other side. It took me longer than I wanted to cover up all of Halsey’s bite marks, but I think I did a pretty good job. My hair flows down my back in soft waves, and my eyes stand out from my thick coat of mascara. I can’t remember the last time I felt this pretty.

Oh wait, I can . . . when Halsey looked at me when we were trying on dresses.

I close my eyes and take a deep breath.

How?

How can one man completely change my way of thinking? My way of feeling? It boggles my mind. Perry wasn’t a bad guy, so how can Halsey make me feel exponentially more than Perry ever made me feel?

May be something I might never understand.

I grab my purse for the day and then on a deep breath, open my door, and sure enough, Halsey is waiting in the kitchen, watching my door with a cup of coffee in hand. Disheveled and fresh from bed, I’ve never seen a sexier sight.

“Morning,” he says, staring at me, his eyes trailing from my heels up to my breasts, and then my face.

“Morning,” I say slightly awkwardly as I make my way toward the front door.

But he doesn’t let me walk past him as he puts his hand out and stops me. “Leaving so soon?”

“Early morning again,” I say.

He nods and sets his coffee mug down.

Whereas yesterday he seemed confused, this morning he seems sure of himself. He moves in close and then walks behind me. He slips his hand around my waist, pushes my hair to the side, and presses a kiss to my neck. “I don’t like that you cover up my marks.”

“I . . . I can’t walk around with them.”

“Afraid people will know you’ve been fucking me?” he asks. “Or are you afraid they’ll think you’re a dirty fucking girl?”

I swallow as his hand comes up to my neck, the exact place where he held it last night. “The latter,” I answer.

“Good answer,” he says as his other hand travels to the hem of my dress. “Is this for me? Or someone else?”

“For me,” I answer.

His lips smile against my neck. “Liar.” He pulls the hem up, exposing my thong, and then he tugs on my underwear, pulling it down my legs until they’re completely off. He then adjusts my skirt back and moves around to the front of me. “You don’t need this.” He holds up my thong and then sticks it in the waistband of his shorts. He reaches for his coffee, leans against the counter, and says, “Have a good day.”

Uh . . . he wants me to just walk out of here without underwear?

I’m all for some kink, but this dress is short.

“Halsey, I need my underwear.”

“As far as I’m concerned, you don’t,” he says and then moves into the kitchen where he pulls the carton of eggs from the fridge, almost as if he’s dismissing me.

What is happening?

Who is this man and what has he done with the Halsey I thought I knew?

Because the quiet, understated man I’ve lived with for a few weeks is nowhere to be seen. He’s an alpha male with my thong hanging over the waistband of his shorts, and there has to be a reason for that.

THERE . . . sent.

I sit back in my chair and shut my eyes. I spoke with my manager first thing this morning when she arrived, telling her about the opportunity I’ve been handed. I told her I’d have stayed with the Agitators, but the opportunity was too good to pass up. She agreed with me and told me she wished me the best of luck and asked me to send my formal resignation through email, which I just did.

Now . . . to find a way to tell Penny.

Knock. Knock.

Oh God, is that her?

I open my eyes just in time to see Halsey walk into my office wearing a pair of joggers and a tight-fitting T-shirt. When his eyes meet mine, my body immediately builds with lust. He shuts the door behind him, locks it, and then walks toward me with one thing on his mind . . . me.

“Wh-what are you doing here?” I ask as he comes around my desk.

He doesn’t answer me. He tugs me up from my chair, moves it to the side, and then hikes up my skirt before sitting me on the desk.

“Halsey,” I say breathlessly as he moves to his knees and places my feet on his shoulders. My hands fall behind me to prevent me from scooting back, and his eyes meet mine.

“I need to fucking taste you,” he says right before burying his head between my legs and pressing his tongue along my slit.

“Holy fuck,” I say as my head falls back.

“Jesus Christ, Blakely,” he says as he makes long, languid strokes with his tongue. “You taste so fucking good.” He grips my ass, holding me in place, his fingers digging into my skin as he picks up the pace of his tongue.

It’s pathetic how quickly my body tightens, and my world starts to darken around me, my muscles tensing and building toward my impending orgasm whenever he pleasures me.

“You’re close, aren’t you?” he asks as my legs tremble next to his head.

All I can do is nod as he slips two fingers inside me and presses that spot that will make me scream.

I bite down on my bottom lip as his tongue flicks rapidly against my clit, bringing me so much pleasure that I don’t think I’ll be able to stay quiet.

“Oh God,” I quietly groan as my body tenses.

His fingers move faster.

His tongue presses harder.

And within seconds, I’m clamping my hand over my mouth and moaning as my body convulses from a very quick and intense orgasm.

Halsey laps up every second of it, too, continuing to run his tongue over my clit until I have nothing left inside me. He kisses my inner thigh, then the other, and then kisses my pussy before pulling back. Staring down at me, he says, “You’re so fucking hot when you come.”

Then he shoves his joggers and briefs down, exposing his large erection, and sits on my office chair.

“I want you on your knees, and I want that red lipstick all over my goddamn cock.”

I blink a few times, still catching my breath, but when I see him staring at me, stroking himself, jealousy rocks through me.

I stand on my wobbly legs, push my skirt down, and then kneel before him. I take his heavy cock in my hand and bring the tip to my mouth.

“Fuck yes,” he says as he slouches in the chair and grips my hair in his fist.

His encouragement empowers me, so I take him deeper, stretching my mouth wide but also letting my teeth scrape along the veins of his length.

“Your fucking mouth, Blakely,” he says. “It’s so fucking perfect. Just like that. Take me as far as you can.”

I bring him into my mouth as far as I can go and then pull back, giving myself a chance to breathe. I grip the base of his cock and start pumping him as I suck the tip, swirling my tongue around and around until I feel him shake.

He groans, the heavenly sound hitting me all the way down to my toes, and when he tugs on my hair, I know he’s growing closer and closer.

“You’re so damn hot, your mouth. Fuck, Blakely. Make me come on your tongue.”

I bring him into my mouth again, this time sucking harder, hollowing my cheeks, and he groans even louder, almost too loud. He starts assisting me, helping me move my head up and down as he squirms beneath me.

Wanting to push him over the edge, I move my other hand between his legs and cup his balls while moving my fingers behind them and pressing against his sensitive flesh.

“Fuck . . . me,” he says as he tenses, his hand gripping the armrest.

Knowing he’s close, I bring him to the back of my throat, causing me to gag for a moment, but that must do the trick, because his hand grips tighter in my hair, his quads tense and he says, “Swallow my cum,” right before he falls over the edge.

And I listen.

I swallow every last drop before pulling him out of my mouth and licking up his length until he’s clean.

His grip on my hair loosens, and his hand falls to my face, where he brushes his thumb over my cheek tenderly.

He helps me to my feet before putting himself back into his pants. When he stands, his hand goes to my face again, and his thumb swipes under my mouth.

“Might need to touch up your lipstick.” Then he leans forward and presses a kiss to my neck.

My jaw.

My cheek.

And then right on my mouth before he steps aside and moves toward my office door.

I want to call out to him, ask him what the hell is going on, but before I can muster the courage, he’s gone.

“I’M SO glad you could make it to dinner,” I say to Ollie as she pierces her steak salad with her fork.

“Me too. It’s been a while since I’ve been able to meet up with you ladies.”

After the blow job in my office, I realized there was no way I’d be able to go back to the apartment tonight knowing damn well that the guys have an off day. I don’t know what I’d do with Halsey with that much spare time. So I worked late and arranged a dinner with Winnie, Pacey’s girl, and Ollie. Penny wanted some family time with Eli and the baby, I completely understood. And I was quietly relieved she wasn’t coming as I hadn’t told her about the new job. Yet. Was not looking forward to that conversation.

“I asked you guys here for a reason.”

Winnie and Ollie both look up at me, momentarily pausing their forks. “What’s going on?” Winnie asks.

“First of all, this is a vault, right? We won’t go home and tell our men what we talked about?”

“Those gossiping hens?” Winnie asks. “No, I’m good. I don’t need Pacey inserting himself in whatever you’re about to say. He’d probably never shut up about it.”

“Same,” Ollie adds. “I have enough on my plate with work. I won’t be saying anything to Silas.”

“Thank you.” I let out a deep breath and say, “Halsey and I had sex.”

“What?” Ollie and Winnie say at the same time.

“Holy crap. When?” Winnie asks.

“Two days ago, and then last night, and then today in my office.”

“In the office.” Ollie smiles. “That’s hot.”

“It was.” My cheeks turn red. “He . . . uh . . . sent me to work with no underwear on. And then he showed me why.”

Winnie shakes her head. “Halsey Holmes. Now, that surprises me. Ever since I’ve known him, I was under the impression that he didn’t care for anything other than books and hockey. I didn’t even think he knew what sex was.”

“Oh . . . he knows,” I say. “He knows really well.”

“Wow, I had no idea.” Winnie shakes her head. “So this is a good thing?”

“I don’t know,” I say. “I’ve been staying at his place because my apartment flooded. And well, in all honesty, I invited you to dinner because I didn’t want to be alone with him for so long tonight. I was afraid of what might happen.”

“How could you be afraid?” Ollie asks. “Clearly, he would have stripped you down to nothing and had fun.”

“Exactly.”

Winnie and Ollie exchange glances. “Why is that a bad thing?” Winnie asks. “I know the moment I get home, Pacey will do the same thing, and I can’t wait.”

“Same with Silas,” Ollie says.

I stir my fork around my salad and say, “We haven’t really talked about what has happened between us. One moment, we were friends and I wasn’t thinking about him in that way at all, and then the next he’s telling me that I’m a good girl right before he spanks me.”

“Ooo, he spanks you?” Ollie asks. “That is one of my favorite things. Sometimes, Silas will just insert himself from behind and spank me until I come. He gets off so hard from that.”

Wow . . . yeah, I guess I’d expect that from Silas.

“But,” Ollie adds, “I see where you’re coming from. Maybe you need to have a conversation with him.”

“And say what?” I ask. “Oh hey, Halsey, I’ve noticed that you like sticking your penis inside me lately. Want to have a conversation as to why?”

“I think it’s a great opening line,” Winnie says with a smile. “But also, Halsey seems like the type of guy who’d slow down if you asked him to.”

“But I don’t want him to slow down.”

“Then what do you want?” Ollie asks.

“That’s the thing, I don’t know. I’ve never been more confused, and I’m using you two to avoid the situation.”

Winnie chuckles. “Well, I do love being a decoy, so why don’t we focus on something else.”

“Great idea,” Ollie says. “Tell us . . . is Halsey pierced like Silas?”

I give her some serious side-eye. “Not helping.”

She laughs. “Sorry. How about this . . . I heard you might be taking a new job with a certain company.”

“What?” Winnie asks. “You’re leaving the Agitators?”

Shit, how could I forget about Ollie working for The Jock Report?

“Remember when I said this was all in the vault? Well, I mean it. I haven’t told Penny yet. I’m just trying to find the right way to inform her.”

“Yeah, she’s going to be upset. Wait.” Winnie looks up. “Are you moving?”

I shake my head. “No, I don’t want to, and Huxley said I could work remotely.”

“They really are the best,” Ollie says. “I report more closely with Ryot Bisley than the Cane brothers, but they are seriously amazing. There’s a reason they’re one of the top corporations to work for.”

“I’m really excited about it, but I haven’t told anyone besides my boss.”

“Not even Halsey?” Winnie asks.

“Remember, they don’t talk,” Ollie says with a wink.

“Do you know when you’re going to tell everyone?”

“Soon. Penny is the one I have to break the news to first. I think I might go to her place for dinner when the boys are out of town next.”

“And Halsey . . .” Ollie asks.

“That I don’t know.”