A Hockey Player's Proposal (Oh Captain, My Captain #2) (11 page)

Selene

As we lay in bed together with my back against Brody’s chest as usual, I feel bad that I rather forget Brody’s admittance of love for me. It’s not that he said it or that he does, it’s that right now, it’s tied to
her
. I don’t want that. At all. Hopefully, he knows that because I don’t want to hurt his feelings.

“Will you relax?” Brody whispers against my neck. I didn’t realize he was still awake. “You’re tense, and you feel like a stiff board in my arms.”

“Sorry.” I wiggle a little in attempts to get comfortable.

“If you keep wiggling like that, something else will be stiff.” He chuckles, and I can’t help my laugh. “Close your eyes,” he orders. Without hesitation, I do. “Don’t think. Just feel.” What is he talking about? “Don’t think, Selene,” he repeats. His arm moves and then I feel his fingers, barely there, trailing over my skin starting with my shoulder. This isn’t going to relax me. But I’m not supposed to be thinking, so I try my best to shut down my thoughts as the tips of his fingers reach my elbow.

They travel ever so lightly down to my wrist and back up to repeat the process. By the third time, I can feel my nagging thoughts leave, my muscles beginning to relax. But then Brody leaves his path on my arm to glide down my side, almost tickling me. When he feels me tense, he chuckles. His fingertips don’t stop at the hem of my shirt. Instead they go further, creating a line of sensitivity down my thigh. When he reaches my knee, he comes back up, seemingly going slower than ever. It is soothing, but if he does that on my leg one more time, things are going to heat up.

Right before he goes to make that daring path again, I grab his hand and say, “I think I’m relaxed now.”

Brody chuckles, kisses my neck, and then takes my hand. “Okay. I’ll stop. Goodnight.”

“Night.”

~ ~ ~

I wake up first, at the precise time Bonkers walks over to put his face inches from mine as he stares at me with wide eyes.

“I’m up,” I giggle. “Down.” He jumps off the bed, and I get up to let him out. Just like yesterday, I stand at the door and wait for him. He makes me smile when a bird lands a few feet away from him, and he runs after it, jumping a little when the bird flies away. He’s so adorable. “Come,” I call for him. Bonkers runs at a rapid speed and I have to open the door before he runs into it. Unfortunately, that has happened before. He’s run into the wall once, trying to turn the corner, but since he was so excited, he slid into the wall. He kept right on running though.

Bonkers stays downstairs, eating, as I make my way back upstairs. I’m in a good mood, and I hope Brody is too. He’s sprawled out on his stomach, a foot hanging off the bed. I crawl in next to him and put my hand on his muscled arm.

“Brody, wakey wakey,” I repeat what he said to me the other day, and it cracks me up. I’m in a really good mood. My laughter wakes him up more than anything. He turns his head to look at me, a smile playing in his lips.

“Your laugh first thing in the morning is an amazing thing to wake up to, you know.”

I wink. “I know.”

He rolls onto his back, his hair half stuck to his head, half up and looking crazy. I lean over, running my hands through it. Brody grins. “Did you wake me up just to play with my hair? Because I could have stayed asleep for that.”

“What if I did?” I ask as I move to straddle him, not quite sitting on him yet. My fingers still lost in his soft hair. Who knew guys could have hair like this? My thoughts are halted when Brody grabs my hips to make me sit on him, causing me to feel how hard he is already.

“I wouldn’t believe you. I think you woke me up because of your selfish need for sex this morning.” His smile makes me want to kiss him, but I don’t. He’s being a little cocky today.

“Should I let you go back to sleep then? Since I’m being selfish?”

“Oh, no,” he says, making me squeal when he rolls us over. “I’m up now.”

My squeal must have gotten Bonkers’ attention because he comes running into the room. “Down,” I order just as Brody commands, “Out.” Bonkers stands next to us on the bed, not knowing who to listen to.

“Out,” Brody repeats.

Bonkers jumps off the bed and leaves the room. Brody presses his hips into mine, watching me carefully for a reaction.

I smirk. “You’re going to have to do better than that.”

He chuckles and leans back. He hooks his fingers into my panties and tugs, so I lift my hips for him to pull them off. Brody scoots down on the bed, putting a hand on each knee, and spreads my legs. He looks at me with a hungry grin before he begins to kiss down my thigh.

Heat pours over my body. “Brody, I want you,” I half-heartedly protest.

“You’re going to have to do better than that.” He throws my words back at me as he continues to kiss me, getting closer to where I’m ready and wet for him.

The second his hot mouth touches me, I let out a deep, breathy sigh. He licks and sucks, blissfully tormenting me with his tongue and then both his tongue and fingers. Brody keeps pushing me higher and just when I’m on the brink, he stops to kiss his way up my stomach. My chest rises and falls with each pant, but all I can think about is having him inside me. Maybe I really am selfish.

I don’t wait for him to finish his journey up my chest. I tug him up, making him chuckle, and my hands reach for his cock only to hit clothes.

“What the fuck?” I grumble, my hands frantically pushing his boxers down. Brody opens his mouth, but before he can say anything, I shake my head. “Now. I need you right now.” I’m already having to keep my hips from lifting to make contact. Brody grabs a condom from my nightstand. I take it, rip it open, and roll it on him. For a moment, my hand runs up and down his shaft before guiding him into me.

This is what I wanted. His cock fills me perfectly, my hips bucking up to push him further inside. That’s all the persuasion Brody needed. He thrusts into me harder, and I yell out his name. He pauses, pulls out to tease me with his tip, and I tell him to roll over. Brody lays on his back, and I quickly move over him. My hand finds his cock once more, so I push him back into me. I lay my hands on his chest for balance, his hands grabbing my hips, and I start to move up and down.

I’m slow at first, my head falling back at the feel of him in me, but then I bounce up and down faster. His fingertips dig into my hips. Brody uses his hold to bring me down harder.

“Oh God, Brody,” I moan, clenching around him.

The pressure increases, both us us getting tighter, and then Brody lifts his hips to slam into me as I come down on him. We hit our release at the same time. Ecstasy rolls through me in waves, wiping out all my energy as I lean forward to rest on his chest. We lay there in silence for a few minutes. I have no urge to move at all. My entire body feels weak, but satiated. Brody lifts me slowly, pulling out, and then lays me to the side before he gets up to clean himself up and throw the condom away.

Now I’m the one sprawled on the bed. When he comes back, I say, “I wish we could have sex all day, every day.”

Brody laughs. “We can once we retire.”

“Looking forward to it.” He puts his boxers back on and then some pajama pants, but he doesn’t get back in bed with me. “What are you doing?”

“I’m starving, Selene. I’m going to go fix breakfast.” He leans over, kisses my forehead, and adds, “You stay here as long as it takes for you to get your energy back. If you’re still here when I get done, I’ll bring your food up.”

“Maybe I’ll stay here anyway, so I can have breakfast in bed,” I say, almost in retort.

“Whatever you want, baby.” He grins and then leaves me.

I do end up having breakfast in bed. We both take a shower before watching movies together, deciding that we don’t need to leave the house today. Brody talks to his lawyer a couple of times throughout the day and each time, it dampens my mood. I’m leaning my hip against the kitchen counter, watching as he plays with Bonkers in the living room. I came in here to refill my drink, but I got lost in observing him. He notices, gets up, and comes into the kitchen to stand in front of me, grabbing my hips.

“What are you thinking about?” He frowns slightly and I wonder if I look upset.

I bunch the front of his shirt in my hands, smiling up at him. “You. And I was feeling pretty lucky to have you here.”

“Was?” he questions.

“I meant that I am. C’mon. Let’s go finish watching the movie.” He lets me drag him back to the couch where Bonkers jumps into his lap. I think Brody has stolen my dog from me. We watch crummy movies for the rest of the day. It feels good to be able to relax and do nothing all day.

Brody gets up to use the restroom. It’s about six, and I’m getting hungry again. A knock sounds at the door. Fear ices my blood. I shouldn’t be scared by someone knocking on my door, but I am. God, I hate that girl. Part of me wants to wait for Brody, but the knock comes again. I get up and open the door slowly. Bonkers rushes to the man, wagging his tail like crazy.

His face is clean shaven, his eyes the same blue, and his lips the same shade of red as Brody's. I can hear noise from the bathroom, so I know this can’t be Brody. Besides, his hair is shorter than Brody’s. My mouth opens, but no words come out. The man’s eyebrows lift. He’s waiting for me to say something, but I got nothing. He’s Brody’s clone.

“Hey, you must be Selene,” he finally says. “I’m Bradley. Brody’s brother?”

Oh.
Oh.
That makes sense.

“We’re twins,” he adds.

I knew Brody had a twin brother, but I had forgotten they were identical twins. Holy hell, there are
two
of them. Two perfectly hot humans that look just alike, but my brain starts picking up on the subtle differences. Bradley’s hair is shorter, his smile lopsided, and his lips aren’t as full as Brody’s. When he clears his throat, it hits me that I’ve been staring.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know you were going to, uh, look like Brody,” I manage. “Please, come in.”

Just then Brody reemerges and I’ve never been more thankful. I made a fool of myself already in front of his brother. He greets Bradley with a wide smile and a big hug. I stay by the door, wondering how I’m going to be able to make up for gawking at my boyfriend’s brother in disbelief and like he was a yummy piece of meat. The boys turn towards me now that their reuniting is over.

“We’re good looking, we know,” Bradley says with a laugh.

I give him a little glare. “I wasn’t prepared, that’s all. We can go sit in the kitchen.” I start that way and ask over my shoulder if he would like something to drink.

“Yes, please.”

“I’ll get it, Selene,” Brody tells me.

That leaves me no choice but to sit down with Mr. Look-a-like. Bonkers lays at my feet, not at all thrown by the fact that there are twins in my kitchen. “Did you have a good trip?” I ask because I have no clue what else I’m supposed to do.

“Yes, I did. Thanks for asking. Brody said you two were having a little trouble, so of course, I had to come help my little brother.” He smirks.

Brody sets his drink down in front of him and then sits next to me with a shake of his head, but he’s smiling a little. “Three minutes, Bradley. And it’s not a little trouble we’re having either.”

Both of their smiles are gone. I reach over and take Brody’s hand. “Did you already tell him?” I ask.

“Yeah, except for last night.”

“What happened last night?” Bradley asks with concern.

Brody’s jaw clenches. “She showed up here again. Said a bunch of nonsense and told me that it wasn’t over and wouldn’t be until I was with her. We’ve both got restraining orders against her.”

“Then you don’t need to talk to her. If she comes near you, you call the cops. Let them deal with her. That’s the purpose of the order,” Bradley interrupts.

“I know. I just didn’t expect her to be as fucking crazy as she is. I almost thought I got through to her last night, but I didn’t. That’s one reason why you’re here. Since I can’t be here with Selene all the time, I wanted someone I could trust to be with her until we get this mess settled.” Brody runs his free hand over his face and in that moment, I can see how much this is affecting him. He looks tired and worried.

I bring our hands to my lap and cover them with my other hand in hopes to soothe him a little. Brody looks at me with a small smile.

“So what exactly do you want me to do?” Bradley questions, taking his attention away from me.

“As long as Selene is okay with it, you’re essentially her bodyguard. I want someone with her at all times and at the first sight of Jessica, call the police. You’ll go with her to work, shopping, wherever. If I’m not there with her, you are. We don’t know what Jessica will do, but she’s made threats and I don’t want to take any chances with Selene.” At this, he squeezes my hand. “If I’m on a trip, I prefer you stay the night here with her.” Brody faces me. “Does that sound okay with you?”

Even if I wanted to argue, which I don’t, I know that Brody wouldn’t allow it. I nod. “Yes, and I can fix the guest bedroom. Are you sure we’re not intruding on you, Bradley?”

“Of course not. I’d do anything for my brother, which means I’ll do anything for you too. Plus, it’s good to get away from work for a while.”