Sin Bin (D.C. Stars, #5) — Chapter no 26

TWENTY-SIX

HANNAH

I SETTLE on my couch with a glass of wine and my phone when a message from Brody pops up on my screen. My grin is undeniable at the sight of his name, and I don’t waste any time seeing what he has to say.

GC

Hi, Ice Queen.

ME

Hi, BB. How was the flight to Dallas?

GC

Long. The boys are always amped up this time of year because we’re in the back half of the season. Games have more significance. The standings for the playoffs are starting to take shape. We’re playing well, and it makes for a very loud travel day.

Tell me about your day.

ME

I went to the gym this morning then did some solo skating. Liv and I had a great lesson mapping out her choreography for the Potomac Memorial. I was going to grab dinner with Tierney, but I’m so tired. I’m taking it easy tonight.

GC Best friend Tierney, right?

ME That’s her!

What are you up to? Heading to a strip club? Finding some barbecue? Exploring all the fun Dallas has to offer?

GC None of the above. I’m heading to my hotel room.

ME It’s 8 p.m.

GC Yup, it is. The team dinner was chaos, as usual. Sitting in the peace and quiet is going to be the highlight of my day.

ME If you want to FaceTime when you get there, I’ll be around.

My phone rings five seconds later and I laugh, drawing my legs to my chest to answer the video call.

“Hi,” I say, resting my chin on my knees. “You look tired.”

“I can’t wait to shower and pass out.” He yawns and sits in a chair, a big window behind him. “But I wanted to see you first.”

“Here I am. What did you all do for dinner?”

“We had Italian delivered to the hotel. There was a fight over garlic bread, and Ethan spilled marinara sauce all over the carpet in the meeting room.” Brody sighs, rubbing his forehead. “Pretty tame night, actually.”

“I’d fight someone for garlic bread too.” I shift on the cushions and set my wine down. “Don’t let me keep you too long.”

“I lied when I said sitting in peace and quiet was the highlight of my day. This is.” Brody leans back, stifling another yawn. “Can I see your keychain collection?”

“Damn, Saunders. Buy me dinner first.” I smile and pop to my feet, walking down the hall. “It’s in the guest room, so we’re taking a field trip.”

“I don’t know what I would collect if I did collect things. Coasters from bars? Magnets?” He shrugs. “Guess the possibilities are endless.”

“Stamps. Antique plates.” I turn on a light and switch the camera so he can see the wall in front of me. Dozens and dozens of keychains sit on small pegs, various shapes and colors and sizes. “Ta-da!”

“Look at all of them. Get closer so I can see what they say. What’s that one on the left?”

“It’s from Las Vegas.” I zoom in, laughing at the one he picked. “It says ‘don’t hate me because I’m a little cooler.’ And it’s written on a tiny cooler.

Get it?”

“Oh, I get it. Fascinating,” Brody murmurs, genuinely interested. “Are those the ones I got you?”

“Yup. Front and center.” I tap the recent additions and smile before flipping the camera back so he sees me. “They fit in well with the rest of the group.”

“Looks great. Thanks for showing me.” His eyes flick from my face to my shirt. “Hang on. That shirt looks familiar.”

“This one?” I hold up my phone to show off the shirt I stole from him, BC HOCKEY written across the front. “You didn’t think I was going to give

it back to you, did you?”

“It looks better on you anyway.”

“And it’s comfortable.” I pad back to the living room, dropping on the couch. “The back is the best part, in my opinion.”

Brody’s gaze flares. “My last name.” He leans forward, elbows on his knees and a hand rubbing his jaw. “Can I see?”

“Of course you can.” I give him a coy smile and lean my phone against a stack of books. Standing, I move my hair away from my neck and turn so he can see his name stretched across my shoulders. His old number, nineteen, sits right in the center of my spine, and I swear a growl leaves his end of the line. “What do you think?”

“Lift it up.” His voice drops low, a commanding lilt behind the ask. The shirt is so big on me it hangs down to my knees, and deciding not to wear pants was the smartest decision of the day. I glance over my shoulder, watching him as I pull the hem of the soft material up the curve of my ass.

Brody brings his fist to his mouth, biting his knuckles while his eyes never

leave the screen. “Fuck, Hannah.”

“See something you like?”

“Saunders looks good on you.”

“It does, doesn’t it?” I bite my bottom lip and let go of the shirt, covering my backside. Brody groans and scrubs a hand over his face.

“Would you like it better if it was off? Or should I leave it on?”

“Hannah.” A plea. A prayer. Exquisite music to my ears.

“I asked you a question, Brody.” I grab the shirt again, bringing it halfway up my stomach. I keep going, pulling it over my head, and I look at him again. A whimper leaves him when he sees my boy short underwear and nothing else. “You should answer,” I say, tossing his words from the night of the gala back to him.

“You’re going to kill me. Off. Of is definitely better. Turn around again.

Let me see the rest of you.”

“So demanding.” I sink back on the couch and put my feet on the edge of the table with a smirk. “If I’m going to show you mine, it’s only fair that you show me yours.”

“Is that what you want? To watch me jerk off?”

“I want you to be next to me right now, but since that’s not possible, I’ll take the next best thing.”

Brody stands and moves to the bed in his room. He leans his phone on something out of frame and kicks off his shoes. He drags his sweatpants down his thighs, showing off his cock straining in his briefs when he sits back down, shoving a hand in his underwear.

“Better?” he asks, and I smile.

“Perfect.”

I relax into the cushions, my hands roaming over my chest.

This is my first time having phone sex. Knowing someone from his team could be on the other side of his wall listening is exhilarating. The secrecy is heightened by Brody getting rid of his briefs and dragging his thumb over the head of his cock. Pre-cum slicks his fingers, and he holds them up to the camera.

“This could be yours,” he says. “It is yours.”

“Not tonight it isn’t.” I angle my phone so he can see my whole body.

“But I wish it was.”

“I swear this isn’t what I had in mind when I called you.” He strokes his length up and down, blowing out a breath. “I wanted to hear about your day.

I wanted to see your cute face. I like you for reasons outside of sex,

Hannah. I swear.”

I know he does.

He sends me texts throughout the day. Pops in at the end of Liv’s lesson and lingers with me at my car when we finish one of our skating sessions in the morning. His affection when we’re in a public place is always subtle— the hook of his pinky in mine when he passes by. The graze of his palm. A thumb bushing against the small of my back. It’s just enough to know he’s there, to know he’s thinking about me, and I have such a crush on him.

When we’re alone, it’s amplified. Rough kisses. Teeth scraping along my hip and a burn on the inside of my thighs from his beard. Tangled limbs while we fall asleep wrapped around each other on the nights he doesn’t have Liv or a game, and I find myself wondering how the hell something can be so good, so soon.

“I can grab a blanket,” I suggest. “If that would—”

“Two fingers in your cunt. And let me watch while you fuck yourself,” he says, and I’ve never been so turned on.

The position is awkward after I take my underwear off. I have to bend my leg in a way that gives me a cramp. I overthink briefly, wondering how the lighting looks and if my hair is a mess, but Brody doesn’t care. He stares at me, watching my every move.

“Okay, Daddy,” I whisper, delighted when his palm slips on his cock.

When he fists the sheets with his other hand. “It feels so good. But not as good as it would be if you were here.”

“Are you tight? How wet are you? Can you scoot to the edge of the couch, baby, so I can really see you?”

I adjust my position and bring the camera closer. It’s intimate, the most exposed I’ve ever been, but I feel so powerful.

“So wet. I’ve been thinking about you all night, Brody.” I pull out my fingers and show them off to the camera. He pumps his shaft harder, a determined spark in his eye as he follows the path of my hand. “I can’t believe I have to go a week without seeing you in person.”

“I’m about to buy you a plane ticket and fly you to Dallas tonight so I can wake up with you in my bed. So I can fuck you and bring you breakfast and clean you up before I make a mess on you again.” Sweat rolls down his chest. There’s restraint in his movements. A softness to his exhale. “I wish I could be louder, but I don’t know who is in the room next to me.”

“Just watch.” I rub my thumbs over my nipples, pushing my breasts together. His fist moves faster. His gaze is as dark as night, and understanding dawns. “You like when I do that.”

“I want to fuck you there.” Brody pulls his hand away, spitting in the center of his palm. “I always thought I was an ass guy, but I’m a big fan of your tits.”

“Next time.” I sigh, parting my thighs wider. I touch my clit, sliding two fingers back inside me. My toes curl, pleasure building at the base of my spine. “I should’ve grabbed my toy.”

“You have toys? What do you like to use?”

“I have different ones I use when I’m with a woman and when I’m by myself. When I’m alone, I have a favorite vibrator. Different speeds, different settings. It always makes me come.”

“And when you’re with a man?”

“They’ve never been a fan. Called them a hindrance.” My back arches.

“It’s not my fault men don’t know how to get the job done.”

“Can I tell you something?” Brody’s hair is messy. His eyes are turning glassy, lust behind each blink. “I’ve never been with a woman so open about her sexuality. And it’s hot. Not because I’m picturing you with another woman or anything like that, but because you know exactly what you want, and you get it.”

“Do you see what you do to me, Brody?” My fingers fall away from between my legs. I use my thumbs to spread myself open, really giving him a show. “This is all for you.”

“I see.” A shadow of anguish passes over his face. Jealousy that he’s not here. The ache of wanting to touch me. “I see, and it’s fucking torturing me.”

Three fingers back inside me, and I imagine it’s Brody who is fucking me when I press on my clit. I imagine he’s holding himself above me, breath warmth on my skin and kissing me until I can’t think straight. That’s how it always seems to go with him, and my mouth curls into a smile.

“Can you do something for me, Hannah?” he asks. “Please?

“As long as I get an orgasm out of it, I’ll do anything.”

“I’d never deny you that. You’re so beautiful when you come.” Brody’s throat bobs. “Can you put my shirt back on? Backward, so you’re wearing my name when you come? Countless women have shown up to games in my jerseys, but there’s never been anyone I want to see in it.”

I sit up, throwing the shirt back on and rolling it to my stomach and keeping his name visible. “How’s that?”

“Perfect,” he mumbles. “Fucking perfect. I’m not going to last much longer.”

“I’m not either.” The shirt smells like him. I picture him wearing it late at night, in bed when he’s missing me. “Race you there?”

We fall into silence after that, watching each other. Brody curses when I put my fingers in my mouth, wetting them. I hold back a moan when he strips off his shirt, leaving him naked with his body on display.

Each push of my fingers brings me closer to the edge. Shyness threatens to overtake me when Brody asks if can take a screenshot of our call, but it disappears when he tells me I’m the most beautiful woman in the world.

“I think I’m going to come,” I whisper, and a muscle in his neck jumps.

“Thank fuck. I’ve been running hockey drills in my head so I don’t finish before you,” he says, the pace of his hand increasing on his shaft.

“You waited for me? That’s sweet.”

“Sweet. Right. That’s exactly what I am while I think about putting you on all fours and finishing on your ass.”

There’s something about the raw scratch of his voice, the explicit dream of something I want too that sends me over the edge. It’s a freefall, the pleasure spreading to every inch of my body as I chase it, holding on to it for as long as I can.

When I finally return to earth with heavy breathing and heavy limbs, I open an eye to find Brody flat on his back on his bed. His arm is draped over his face. There’s cum covering his hand, and his grip slowly slackens as he blows out a long exhale.

“How is it possible that you killed me through the phone?” He props himself up on an elbow, wincing. “You’re not even here and I’m suffering.”

“Doesn’t look like suffering.” I smile and draw my fingers out of myself. My legs close. I turn onto my side, stretching out on the couch.

“That was good.”

“I’m going to be asleep in ten minutes. It would be less than five if I didn’t have to shower.” Brody blinks, rubbing his eyes with his clean hand.

“If this is the kind of fun everyone else is having, I can see why they’re in such good moods all the time.”

“You know what they say. Orgasms make the world go round.”

“Think you might be on to something, Hannah.” He stretches his arm above his head. “Let me shower and I’ll call you back in a few?”

“You’re tired. You should get some sleep,” I say. “I don’t want to be the reason why you’re cranky tomorrow.”

“Highly doubt that’s possible.” With a long yawn, Brody swings his legs over the side of the bed. “Five minutes.”

“Make it ten so I can rinse off too.”

We hang up, both rinsing off before he calls me back like he said he would. I climb into bed and so does he. When he pulls out a pair of glasses, I almost drop my phone on my face.

“What the fuck, Brody? You wear glasses? You can’t have all four things,” I say.

“What are the four things?” he asks, pushing them up his nose.

“Glasses. Backward hats. Gray sweatpants. Tattoos. It’s not fair.”

“I don’t wear glasses. I use them at night when my eyes are tired and I’m doing the crossword puzzle. The print is too small.”

“Oh my god.” I pull a pillow over my face and scream into it. “You’re not serious.”

“When have you ever seen me joke about something, Hannah?”

“Can I tell you something stupid?”

“Nothing you could ever say would be stupid.”

“I like you. I think you’re so fun. And, yeah, the mutual orgasms are great, but this?” I gesture between us, that same happiness from earlier when I first saw his text message making itself known. “This is even better.”

“You know I don’t like talking to people.” A long pause. A slow blink behind his thick-framed glasses, and Brody adds, “But I like talking to you.”

We stay up another hour on our video call. His eyes get heavy, and so do mine. When he starts to fall asleep, glasses slipping down his nose and phone falling out of his grip, I force him to hang up, knowing I could’ve talked to him until the sun came up and never gotten bored.