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In the weeks that followed…well, to use a cliche, everything was beautiful and nothing hurt. James went on the road and I moved all my stuff into his place. Honestly, there wasn’t much, a few car fulls of boxes that I brought over in a single afternoon, hardly breaking a sweat. He told me to put anything wherever I wanted, but even though I had been practically living with him already, I still felt like I was invading his space.

I tried to keep my stuff out of the way, tucked away in corners and the back of cabinets so when he came home he didn’t feel like his house was hardly recognizable. Our house? Yeah, I suppose it was at this point. Our house.

Luckily, Nixon and Snoop were there to remind me that I was welcome. They seemed to have missed me just as much as James had in the few days I had been away and they both refused to leave my side. We went for long walks in a park nearby and then James would yell at me for being out alone at night, to which I would roll my eyes, but agree with him just to shut him up.

When he came back from his trip, it was like nothing had changed, even though everything was different. We were officially living together, officially! I saw him every morning, we went to bed together every night when he was home. And he even relented on the one thing he said he would never change his mind about: he let the dogs sleep in bed with us. And this might have made me happier than anything. I would spoon up against him, his tattooed arms wrapped around me, with Nixon at our feet and Snoop burrowing his face against my stomach. We made one giant pile of love and it was the greatest feeling in the world.

It was amazing and we were happy, but we did argue about one thing, pretty regularly. James really wanted me to quit my job. Our back and forth went exactly the same way each time.

“You don’t need to work. I can take care of you.”

“I told you, I don’t need you to take care of me when I can take care of myself.”

“Syd -”

“James. We’re not doing this again.”

“But I want you here when I have the afternoon off.”

“I can’t let you support me like some mooch.”

“But I want to! Please?”

“No. I’m not quitting my job. End of story.”

Usually, this was followed by him kissing my neck, trying to use sex as a means to convince me that he was right. I valiantly resisted him, but took the sex under the guise of thinking about changing my mind.

The season progressed, the predictable highs and lows came and went and soon, it was playoff time. James and the boys went to Anaheim for the first two games of the series. I had full faith in them, but truth be told I was more nervous than I had ever been in my life. In game one, James scored the first goal of the series about a minute in and I thought I was going to lose my fucking mind. The dogs just stared as I ran around the house screaming about how that was my man and wasn’t he fucking perfect?!

When he called me that night, he tried to pretend it was no big deal, but I could tell it meant a lot to him. And that made my heart sing. I was so proud. Prouder than I had ever felt in my life. The team was looking good, playing well, and I knew they were going to take the series. Fuck the analysts who picked the Ducks to win it in five games.

Game two produced the same results: a Preds win and more pride oozing out of me. Also, yes, more running around screaming, scaring the dogs, and making the neighbors hate me. The next day, the boys were on their way home and I got a phone call that I knew was going to change everything in my life. Well, ok, our lives.

I waited for James to get home all day on Monday. News like this isn’t really something you give over the phone. I was on the couch, excitedly shaking my leg when I heard the door open. Jumping up, I pretty much ran into his outstretched arms.

He groaned happily as I squeezed him. “Mmm, happy to see you, too, baby.”

With my arms still holding him, I pulled my head away from his chest to see his beautiful face. “I’m so glad you’re home. I have news.”

“Oh, yeah? What’s that?”

I let out a breath and he pulled me off of him with a hand on each of my shoulders. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. It’s just huge for me, for us, I mean.”

“Shit.”

“What?”

“There’s no way to say this without sounding like an ass so I’m just gonna say it and sound like ass. Please don’t fucking tell me you’re pregnant.”

I had to laugh, because his face was just way too serious. “No, babe. I’m not pregnant. But I did get accepted to the graduate program at Vanderbilt. Got the call while you were away.”

“Really? Holy shit, that’s amazing, Syd!”

He tried to kiss me, but I stopped him. “And…they talked to my professors at Harvard, who highly recommended me for a student teaching position.”

“Which means…?”

“It means…that you’re finally going to get your wish. I have to quit my job. I’ll be a TA two mornings a week and then have my own classes in the afternoons. No more nine to five and I’ll be around a whole lot more to bother you.”

“Oh, baby. Sounds like paradise. I love when you bother me.”

Now he kissed me, pulling me against him with his hands on my lower back. Between presses of his lips, he mumbled, “So proud…my little professor. My girl…”

I smiled against his mouth. “You’re proud? I’m fucking proud. You and the boys are looking good.”

“Mmm, I play harder knowing you’re watching.”

“Right, I’m sure the possibility of a Stanley Cup isn’t motivation enough.”

“You got me, Syd. Damn, I missed you. I love you so fucking much.”

“Mmm, God. Me too.”

He kissed me again, more intently, a kiss that said he wanted me naked as soon as possible. Who was I deny him, especially when he had been playing so damn well?

I pulled him along, hands stroking that muscular back of his. His lips curled upwards and his hands sought out my breasts over my shirt. There was a mutual parting, James smirking at me as he stripped out of his suit. When I was down to a thong and a sports bra, his hands were back on me, freeing my breasts and then groping my ass with both hands as he shoved me backwards, chest to chest.

We found the couch and his weight was resting against my center as he nestled between my hips. Long arms held up his torso and his mouth moved down my neck. He kept going, licking between my breasts and then around each nipple, tugging at the peaks with his teeth before releasing to let the rounded mounds shake between my body and his mouth.

He sunk down to the floor, slowly peeling off my panties before he pulled my thighs over his shoulders and rubbed his beard on my inner thighs.

“Shit…oh, God, James…”

His soft hands pressed the apex of my thighs together, forcing my pussy lips to rub against each other as he just stroked his cheeks against the skin of my knees and lower thighs. How the man managed to bring me that close to orgasm before he even touched my pussy, I’m sure I’ll never understand.

By the time he started planting kisses up my legs, I was panting and shifting my ass around on the couch, bucking my hips to beg for his attention on my pussy. His mouth finally landed there, licking up my slit until his tongue found my clit and worked it over quickly.

My hands dug into that gorgeous hair, massaging his scalp and stroking those silky waves on top of his head. His tongue went lower, licking inside my entrance as both his hands squeezed my thighs for a moment before moving higher. His fingertips dragged along my stomach, over the tattoo that decorated my skin.

“Babe…Jesus, you’re good.”

He hummed against my clit, wrapping his lips around it as his tongue darted in and out of his mouth, just teasing me now. Then, he was lashing at my pussy with long strokes, up and down through all the wetness pooling there.

I knew I wasn’t going to last long, but when one of his hands crept higher and I felt his fingers delicately curl around my throat, I lost all control, coming hard against his mouth. His kept his hand against my neck but used the other to rub his thumb over my clit until I came again, short bursts of electric pleasure rushing through me as my legs twitched on his shoulders.

I came down as he crawled up, kissing my body all the way. Grabbing my hips, he shifted me onto the couch. I let one leg fall off the side and he pushed the other up to bend at the knee until my ankle hooked over the back edge.

He leaned down to kiss me, slow and sweet. I could feel his rock hard cock pressed against my core, jumping around in his boxers as he thrust slightly against my body.

I reached down with both hands, moving his boxers over the curve of his ass before I grabbed two handfuls of him that was pure muscle. He chuckled against the skin of my neck, rubbing his cock against my inner thigh as he moved a little lower. “Impatient, baby?”

“I just missed you, James. And I love you so much.” I wrapped my arms around his broad back. “Take your time if you want. I’m happy just to be here with you.”

He took his time, kissing around my neck and throat and dry humping my leg until I thought he was sure to explode without even touching my pussy. All the while, I felt the tension between my thighs built to new heights. Every hot breath against my skin, every murmur, every lick and bite from his mouth had me delirious and wanton with anticipation.

When he shifted to one side, I reached between us to push the front of his boxers down and palm his cock in my hand. “Ugh, Syd…”

I kissed his neck now, nuzzling my nose against him there as well. “I know. Done playing games?”

He rolled back on top fully, resting his forehead on mine as he shoved down his boxers until they hit the floor. He reared back, found the spot on my body that always welcomed him and then surged forward.

His hardness buried itself in my pussy that was still weeping for him and it was all I could do to remember how to breathe. Like his kiss, he went slow, at times hardly moving his hips more than a few inches, keeping himself so damn deep inside me.

I managed to open my eyes and his icy blue ones met them as if he had been watching me the whole time. My palms sought out his prickly cheeks that were still wet from my pussy and I rubbed him reverently. “No one fills me up like you, James. No one ever has.”

He gave me that one sided smirk, his eyes were cocky and I loved that look on him. “Mmm, I know it, baby. No one ever will, either. This is all for me.”

James pushed his hands under my ass and lifted slightly, forcing my body to tilt and accept him at a new angle. He still went so slow, making me feel like there was no end to our connection. A sputtering gasp came from my open lips and my head fell back against the throw pillow. I agreed with him. “Yes, yes, all yours. Just for you.”

His tongue was back on my skin, on the side of my breast. “This is my pussy, just mine. And don’t I make that pussy feel so good, baby?”

“Oooo, fuck yeah, James. The best.” I spread wider for him, propping my foot up on the coffee table and stretching my other thigh over the back of the couch until I felt liable to tear myself in two. He sat up to admire how open I was, my pussy moulding around his cock perfectly as he fucked me.

One hand was back on my stomach, tracing the flowers and vines tattooed there as I arched against his body, forcing our hips closer together and his cock deeper. With one hand he held my hip and with the other, a few fingers found my clit, rubbing me as he started to fuck me faster.

My body acted on it’s own, moving down to follow his cock that was pulling out, while also thrusting up to meet his hand. As always, he conducted my body like a maestro, hitting every spot just right until I was crying out, beating a fist against the couch and coming around him with force.

He thrust once more and then stilled, groaning long and low as he released inside me. Out of breath and energy, we laid side by side on the couch, my ass hanging off the edge as his arms kept me from falling by hold me against him.

James kissed each of my eyelids, my nose, my closed lips. “I’m really so proud of you. And I’m glad you’re gonna let me take care of you.”

“Only if you let me take care of you.”

His smile was sleepy and I watched his eyes close happily. “You already do, baby. More than you know.”

Notes

So...the Preds lost last night and that means I needed James Neal playoff porn!! I know the boys can take the Ducks, we just need positive thinking! Please sent them all your good vibes and sexy thoughts, I know I am.