PARKER

Dakota and I rush into her room and she slams the door closed, flipping around to push her lips into mine, the embarrassed girl from earlier long gone.

My arms go around her waist, pressing our bodies as close as possible while slipping my tongue into her warm mouth and taking control of our kiss. As our tongues lap, an idea pops into my head and I pull away as she whines from the loss of contact, trying to pull my head back down.

"No," my voice is stern. "Go put on my jersey," I drop a hand to her ass, pressing her front to my growing bulge. "Now."

She smirks, removing her body from mine and disappearing into her closet. She comes out a minute later, wearing nothing but my jersey, and gives me a twirl.

"Fucking hell," I groan. Seeing my name plastered on her back only makes my growing hard-on more painful.

I take large steps toward her, picking her up by the waist and setting her on top of her desk. Her legs wrap around me as she yanks my head down, pressing her lips back to mine. Our mouths fight for control as I begin to grind my hips into her center, looking for relief.

"Parker," she moans, throwing her head back.

My lips find her now fully exposed neck, lightly sucking until I find her weak spot under her left ear. When I hear her breath hitch, I suck even harder, wanting to leave a mark behind.

Her hands tug at my hair while one of mine travels from her back down to her exposed core, and I run my middle finger through her folds, feeling just how turned on she is. I smirk against her neck, my tongue tracing a line back to her lips before dipping it into her open mouth.

I begin rubbing her clit with my thumb as she squirms under my hold. "Oh my god," my perfect girl breathes into my shoulder. "Harder, Park."

Grabbing her hair with my free hand, I pull her head back so our eyes meet. "When you wear this," I glance down to my jersey, "it's Coach."

On our first date, I swear I got a semi every time the name slipped from her pink lips.

She just nods in response, speechless as I quicken my movements, slipping a single finger into her tight opening. I can't hold back my moan, feeling the way she clenches around my finger and add a second, quickly locating her G-spot.

My mouth finds her ear, "who do you think of when you fuck yourself?"

Her breath hitches, "you, Coach."

Damn straight.

I pull my fingers from her and bring both hands to her knees, spreading them wide as I drop drown, eyes locked to hers the entire time. When she nods, I let my eyes fall to her glistening folds, licking my lips.

"Hold on tight, love." The second the last letter slips from my lips, my mouth attaches itself to her, licking and sucking harshly. One of my hands slides up and under the jersey, lightly pinching her nipples as I try to bring her to the edge.

Not even two minutes later, her body shakes as her head falls back, "yes, fuck. Right there."

She comes harshly on my tongue, my fingers pumping quickly as I try to draw out her orgasm as long as possible. When her body relaxes, I stand, placing my fingers into my mouth.

"New favorite flavor," my voice comes out deep, filled with lust.

She reaches out, wrapping a hand around my neck and bringing her lips to my wet ones, tasting herself. Her other drops to my crotch, feeling my cock over my jeans. Pushing me away, she jumps off of the desk, fingers pulling at my zipper. Wanting to be a gentleman and help her out, I rip off my shirt as she pulls my jeans down, leaving me standing in just boxers.

We move to the bed and Dakota pushes me down as she climbs up, straddling my hips and grinding down while kissing me again.

I swear I almost come in my boxers when she pulls back, sucking on my tongue and holding my jaw open as she does.

My hands knead her ass as she kisses my neck, and after a minute I stop her the second I realize she started sucking. "Kota, do you really want to meet my parents while I have hickies all over my neck?"

Her eyes widen, realizing what she's doing. "Fuck," she wipes at my skin as if it'll make everything go away, "shit."

I can't help but chuckle at the panic on her face. "I'm sure it's fine," I push her hips down onto mine once more, bringing her mind back to me as a rush of pleasure shoots through my body.

"I don't have any condoms," she breathes out.

"It's okay, I wasn't expecting that anyway," I pause. "Not that I don't want to fuck you, baby, cause I really do. I just don't want you to feel like you need to."

"Trust me," she smiles genuinely at me. "I want to. I'll go buy some tomorrow, but I do have another idea for now." She pushes my top half backward so that I'm laying down, and I scoot up so my entire body is on the bed.

She toys with the waistband of my boxers, waiting for permission. Instead of speaking, I lift my hips, letting her pull them down as my hard cock springs up, hitting my stomach. My boxers are thrown across the room as she moves back up, setting her wet center directly on me.

I groan, hands finding her hips as I begin to move her back and forth, letting my cock slip between her wet folds. She leans forward, kissing me and moaning every time my tip hits her clit, both of our releases building quickly.

I've always thought dry humping was for thirteen-year-olds, but holy shit was I wrong.

Our labored breaths fill the room as I try my hardest to hold on, needing Kota to find her release first. "Sit up a little," my voice is demanding. I quickly remove the jersey, my mouth finding her breast as soon as it becomes visible as my tongue runs over her hardened nipple.

"Fuck," she screams, one hand using my shoulder for stability as the other pushes my head further into her chest while I continue to move her hips.

We reach our peak together, holding onto eachother tightly as I groan into her chest, feeling both of our hot releases hit my stomach.

She sits up a few minutes later, breathing heavily.

"You're so fucking beautiful," the words slip from my mouth as I take in her disheveled state. Her hair is messy from my roaming hands, a light layer of sweat on her forehead, and her lips swollen from our desperate action.

"Stay here," I move her to the bead, heading to the bathroom and grabbing a towel so I can clean us both up.

She watches me intently as I do, a smile playing on her lips every time our eyes meet.

Not long after, I find myself wrapped up in Dakota as we lay together in the dark. Exhausted from the night, we both pass out in no time.

~

The first thing I see after opening my eyes is Dakota's head on my bare chest, brown hair fanned out behind her. The morning light floods through her blinds, putting a spotlight on her soft features. For the first time, I notice a few freckles across her small nose, normally not visible.

Her soft breath hits my skin, goosebumps popping up in its wake. As I wait for her to stir, my fingers rake through her hair, moving down her back in a light scratch.

This girl has no idea of the hold she has on me.

Every time I've brought up my parent's arrival in the past few days, she gets all tense, shutting down for a few minutes. I don't know why she's so nervous, I'm not lying to her when I say that every time I call my mom, Dakota is all she wants to talk about.

I haven't had a girlfriend since high school, so my mom thinks this is a really big deal. I guess it is, though, because, for the first time in years, I've been willing to open up my heart to more than just hockey.

My phone buzzes thirty minutes later, and I carefully reach over to check it.

you better be awake

be there in twenty

Shit, I didn't realize how late it was. The last thing I want to do right now is leave Dakota and go meet up with the guys, but there will be hell to pay if I don't show up.

Not wanting her to think I snuck out, I kiss Dakota's head and begin rubbing her back a little bit harder to wake her up. Seconds later, she softly groans, cuddling further into me.

"Don't make me get up," her voice cracks a little.

"I'm sorry, love. The guys will be here soon, I need to get dressed."

She tilts her head up and looks at me, the light making her eyes look prettier than ever. "Hi," she whispers.

"Hey," my lips pull into a huge smile as I go to kiss her.

I'm stopped short as her small hand comes up and covers my mouth. "Morning breath."

I roll my eyes, "let me go brush my teeth then," my words are muffled by her fingers.

She just laughs, pushing off of me and grabbing my shirt off of the floor, slipping it on and shielding her bare body from my wanting eyes.

I give her an 'are you serious' look, to which she ignores and holds a hand out. "Come on, big boy."

"I know I am," I smirk at her.

"Shut up," she giggles, throwing me my discarded boxers as she walks into the bathroom.

I'm quick to follow, thanking her as she hands me my toothbrush, and brush my teeth quickly alongside her.

How domestic of us.

The second she rinses her mouth, I haul her closer and slam my mouth into hers. She only lets me slip a little tongue in before pushing me back.

"Go get ready," she chastises.

~

Ten of my teammates stand behind me, Connor and Brooks included, and hold on to eachother as their laughter booms through the barbershop.

I have a mullet.

Not a super intense one, but my usually messy hair definitely has more shape to it now.

"You shits couldn't have told me how much they suck against Brooks?" I turn to them.

"And miss out on this?" Our defenseman, Chance, laughs. "Hell no."

Over our road trip last weekend, I bet Brooks that he wouldn't be able to secure a shutout against Iowa, as they had played well against my goalie at Wisconsin. The team failed to let me know that they haven't scored on him in the last three years.

Hence, why I have a new haircut.

"There's something I forgot to tell you," Connor barely gets out between laughs.

"Oh my god, yes," Brooks smirks. "Tell him now."

"Freshmen year I got a mullet for my team initiation, Kota wouldn't talk to me until I shaved it." His eyes well with tears, waiting for my reaction while he holds back a laugh.

"What?" My jaw drops. She just ignored me for way too long, and he willingly let me make this bet knowing she'd do it again.

"Oh yeah," Brooks smiles. "Our girl hates them with a burning passion."

"Fuck you man," I can't help but chuckle, secretly nervous as hell to see her when I get home.

~

The girls are already at the house when we get there, Dakota wanted our double oven for whatever she was making today.

I walk in behind the guys, wearing a hat to hide my new haircut.

"Hello, boys," Ellie waves lamely at us as she sits on a barstool, scrolling through her phone.

Dakota looks up from the sink, "hi, boys. I made a shit ton of muffins and cupcakes, they should be done soon." Her gaze stops on me, "I don't think I've ever seen you wear a hat."

I scratch the back of my neck, nervous, while the guys snicker next to me. "Uh, about that, remember how I had to go do that thing this morning?"

"That was like three hours ago, so yes I remember," she laughs at me.

I decide to rip the band-aid off, pulling off my hat and tossing it onto the counter.

Ellie bursts out into laughter, grabbing onto the boys standing next to her.

Dakota freezes, not giving any reaction. Shit.

In the blink of an eye, she turns, jumping onto Connor and swatting at his head. "I know this is your fault, you asshat!"

He just laughs, pinning her arms by her sides and wrapping her up in a sort of hug? "Kota, I just know how much you love mullets, I had to help my boy out."

She struggles in his hold for a few more seconds before giving up, and he pushes her in my direction.

Her hands find my cheeks, eyes boring into mine. "I'm so sorry to do this, baby, but we're on a break until it's gone." She closes her eyes, "I can't even look at it."

"Can I be your new girlfriend, Cadell?" Brooks yells, making the room break into laughter once more.

I lean forward and kiss her forehead, "it'll be gone Sunday morning, so only four days away." I can't help but chuckle as I remind her, "do you really want to be on pause when you meet my parents?"

She groans, head falling into my chest. "I take it back, we're not on a break."

"That's what I thought," I say smugly.

"But," she leans back, finger waving through the air. "I'll be talking to you like this until it's gone," she fakes a country accent.

"I'll take what I can get," I hug her with one hand, using the other to give Connor and Brooks the middle finger. Fuck you I mouth, to which they laugh again.