Lust Next Door - S01 E25

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Lust Next Door - S01 E25

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 25

The paint

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Serena's heart was beating so fast she really believed she was on the verge of a heart attack.

Connor looked impossibly delicious stacked in his hockey uniform, his panty-dropping smirk hidden behind a metal cage shouldn't be attractive but it was. His eyes looked primal behind his helmet, and the black paint that smudged lines down his cheek made him look like a warrior. Her eyes glued to him the minute she watched him glide easily out on to the ice, he was in his element and you could tell just by looking at each confident move on that slick ice.

"Alright, you have a lot of explaining to do ma'am. How the hell do you know Connor Deluca and why didn't you tell me before I made an utter fool of myself." Melody's staggering pointed look pulled Serena's gaze off Connor.

"Oh right, well to be honest I really forgot we were coming to a hockey game. It didn't click for me until like thirty minutes ago, and when It did I was less than pleased to say the least." Serena rubbed a chilled hand over her face.

Mel just gave her a confused look.

"He's my neighbor believe it or not, and we really don't get along."

"Well, you two could've have fooled me. The way you stared at each other, I almost closed my eyes it was that intense."

Serena's eyes hardened into a glare, "Well you're very wrong. He's an adult baby and we cannot stand each other. That man is beyond insufferable."

Well, they couldn't stand each other out of the bedroom.

Melody dropped the topic with a shrug, "Well personally I'll excuse any of his behavior as long as he keeps looking and playing the way he does. Speaking of stares, number thirteen can't keep his eyes off you."

She raised an eyebrow and followed the woman's gaze over to a player on Connor team dribbling a puck around, his blue gaze trained on her as he did so. When Serena's eyes met his a large smile broke out on to his lips that made her heart still, it wasn't the dirty suggestive smirk Connor always sported on his cocky lips.

This one was kind, safe, and reminded her of a golden retriever smile. Thirteen gave her a little nod before slamming his stick down onto the ice and shooting his puck at the goal, all while looking at her.

Serena blushed, squirming under the unfamiliar gaze, she tucked a stray strand of hair from her loose ponytail behind her ear coyly.

Connor came skating by quickly, and smacked the back of thirteen's helmet with his glove, saying something to the man that caused him to focus his attention back on the ice.

"Ladies and Gentleman! The game of the season is about to start, so find your seats and cross your fingers. The bullets against the wolves, both teams undefeated, but by the end of tonight, only one will hold that title." One speaker said and the crowd erupted around them, the screams from fans decked out in red and blue told Serena that they were hoping the wolves kept that status.

Melody shot up from her seat and cheered along with them like a mad-women, Serena couldn't help but chuckle and clap too.

The teams skated into their positions, lowering their stances and gripping their sticks hard. Connor was up front, head to head with who she assumed was the bullets captain, both facing off for the puck.

Serena bit her lip and watched him, a rising anticipation in her chest as the team stilled, waiting for that puck to drop.

His eyes flicked over to her and her blood seemed to freeze with the ice, her breathing slowed and she held his gaze. Electricity spread all over her as heat warmed different places of her. His thick muscles were protected over large pads, his face hidden behind a cage but the quick wink he shot her was a clear as day. It was fast and small, and only for her, it made a warm tingle spread between her legs that caused her hands to bunch on her tightly pressed thighs.

As quick as that wink was there, it was gone, and his focus was back on the glowering man clad in black and yellow in front of him.

The whistle blew and the ref dropped that black puck onto the ice. She could hear the clamor of wooden sticks smacking together immediately, every man on the ice sharpened and moved as Serena found herself leaning closer to the glass to see who won that puck.

She watched Connor straighten quickly and smack the puck down the ice towards a teammate along the right wing.

Melody screamed next to her and a large smile broke on to Serena's lips, a surge of unexpected relief washing away the blanket of anxiety that built up from a moment ago.

Despite not wanting to care, Serena couldn't look away from the explosive energy raging on the ice, and a lot of this energy was coming from Connor. She could barely tear her eyes away from him, even when he didn't have the puck.

Watching him skate on the ice looked like second nature, made it look like walking was something he learned after skating, the way he slammed his glistening blades into the rink and propelled forward with ease and strength.

Two men from both teams slammed right into the glass in front of them, fighting like dogs over the puck.

Melody looked like she couldn't get enough of the violence, but the sudden slam caused Serena to yelp and jump back in her seat.

The bullet player won the battle, launching the puck down the ice and towards his teammate.

Out of nowhere a streak of blue and red shot between the exchange, so quickly Serena's eyes barely registered it, his stick connected with the ice and intercepted the puck right before it reached the intended receiver.

Connor.

Serena gasped and her eyes widened as he spun on the ice, slamming his back into the enemy player. He launched into a sprint on the ice, skating the puck in and out of his stick, he looked around to see any openings but his teammates were still trying to catch up to his unexpected play.

Serena could see the determination light in his dark eyes, a murderous gaze pushed ahead at the rival defenders. He skated through his opening, and as he whished passed our seats Serena swore she saw those brown eyes connect with hers for a moment.

He weaved around the defenders, spinning around the puck before a deafening slam connected with the ice and that black puck whizzed past the goalie.

A buzzer erupted and a red light flashed above the net, a dejected looking goalie slammed his fist into the ground and shook his head.

Serena joined Melody in cheering, she nearly involuntarily jumped up from her seat and yelled her cheers onto the ice.

"Kick their ass wolves!" Mel screamed as Serena smile and just hollered with excitement.

A bit disoriented Connor whipped around in search of something as his team crowded around him, grabbing the cage on his helmet and shaking it, patting his back hard, his eyes finally met mine.

A breathless smile erupted on his lips and Serena's heart sped up in her chest.

Both teams settled and slid back to their positions, Connor conveniently glided past Serena's seats, tapping his gloved fist on the glass briefly as he flashed a large adrenaline filled smile at her, his gaze interlocked with hers.

"Jesus Christ...You two are fucking!" Melody gasped, looking at Serena with a cheeky knowing grin.

"what?!" She whipped to her.

"Don't you dare lie to me girl, he's looking at you like a fox looks at a rabbit. Hungry and ravenous. My husband gives me the same look whenever I wear my little black dress he loves, can't fool me!"

"TMI." Serena groaned and averted her gaze, she probably knew more than she wanted to about her editors sex life.

"Wow, Serena Jade is hooking up with probably the best and hottest hockey player in the NHL." She said as if it couldn't be real, "Color me jealous."

Serena blushed and looked dismissively at the ice as the players lined up for face off again.

"I still hate him, I wasn't lying about that."

The game ensued in front of them, bullets winning the puck this time, but Melody seemed more interested in Serena than the game right now.

"You surprise me every day girl." She said simply shaking her head with a small smile as she watched the game with a new perspective on the captain of the wolves.

The game is rough, bloody, and aggressive. She'd never witness such violence displayed in a sport meant for recreation. It made her writer brain and fingers itch with desire to put this into words, the actions in front of her inspiring ideas for her story.

The bullets scored twice on the wolves, tipping the leader board in their direction. Five minutes left in first period, and Connor looked like he was ready to kill someone.

His jaw was set into a firm snarl, eyes hardened into a weaponized look as he intimidated the opponent in front of him.

The puck dropped and in seconds Connor had it, he pushed forward and as if he knew his teammate was gonna be there, he flicked the puck to empty an spot on the ice.

A collection of gasps sounded as everyone thought the same thing.

Who is he passing too.

Number thirteen sprinted into the space and without a hesitation he smacked the puck towards the goal, not wasting any time to aim or steady himself.

The red light flashed, and the buzzer indicating the end of the period came to life. Tied.

"Whew! Better than behind." Melody sighed and sank into her chair.

Connor skated over and did a hockey stop by the board, spraying ice onto the glass that made Serena flinch.

He smirked and chuckled at her reaction, chewing on his mouth guard as it hung from his mouth. He was sweaty, the black paint now smudged all over his face, glistening, panting, and even through the glass his natural spiked cider smell happily filled her nose.

"Intermission, locker room." He nodded breathlessly towards wide doors across the stadium and skated off with the rest of his group. Both teams leaving the ice.

Serena stared wide eyed, not sure what he meant.

Melody elbowed her, "There's a fifteen minute intermission, he wants you to meet him at the locker room doors. Move your ass!"

"Wha-" She pushed Serena out the box, confusion and anxiety clouding her mind as she walked over to the locker rooms.

Once she got there, a security guard shook his head at her, she went to open her mouth but Connor beat her to it.

"Rich, she's with me." The gruff looking man nodded to Connor and moved aside for her.

Serena gave a nervous smile to the unnerving man and moved into the area with Connor. His helmet was discarded along with his gloves and stick. Revealing his wavy brown locks darkened with sweat, sticking to his forehead where the helmet sat, his cold hands grabbed her arm and he yanked her off somewhere.

"C-Connor where are you taking me!" She yelped and looked around, they passed a couple of players from the wolves.

Jersey number two and 28.

Before he pulled her into a dark closet and shut the door.

A beat later he grabbed a think string and turned a lone overhead light on, his wild eyed playing with his mischievous grin.

"Missed me shortcake?" He panted violently, that cocky smirk plastered on his full lips.

She blushed and her frantic breathing matched his, the air thick and hot in the small closet as his pad clad body pushed into her small frame.

"Connor." She mumbled and looked down to his lips, a hot desire searing deep into her body, drenching her aching pussy between her legs.

She wondered if he could feel exactly what he was doing to her, watching him, watching his power and dominance on the ice.

"They gotta know who you're repping..." he whispered and brought up two grease paint tins he had in his hand. Red and blue.

She parted her lips and took a slow breath as he rubbed both his thumbs into the pans. He flicked his gaze back up to hers and she bit her lip.

His smile grew darker as his eyes clouded over with desire.

In one slow motion he cupped her face with both his hands, he smeared a red and blue line on her cheeks.

He smirked, admiring his work, "Perfect."

She couldn't speak, words failed her, hot lust filled every pore and nerve in her body as they stared at each other.

Their gaze intense and wild, with unspoken desire lacing the air between them. Breathing in frantic unison, you'd think they'd both been on the ice playing together.

In a second Connor's restraint snapped and his arms capture her body against his, she received the touch instantly and wrapped her leg around his waist, pulling him into her.

They slammed into a shelf and rattled the contents on it as their lips connected in a sloppy kiss.

She couldn't taste him fast enough, they kissed each other and stole the breath from their lungs, a welcomed heat searing through their bodies. Greedy for each other lips.

He groaned into her mouth vibrating a pleasant feeling onto her tongue, his strong cold hands gripped her ass and dragged up her thigh before it hooked under her knee and held her leg up on his waist.

Aggressive, hungry, and ravenous. They tasted each other, her fingers running through his damp hair, gripping a handful of the luscious tussled strands.

They both broke away finally, panting even harder then before, breathless and hungry. His eyes were so dark, not the murderous dark glare he had on the ice, this gaze conveyed something completely different.

Raw lust.

Her eyes flicked down to his face and she cracked out in a laugh.

The red and blue paint on her cheeks rubbed onto his, now there were splotches of black, red, and blue adorning his tanner cheeks. Evidence of their desire.

And on her face, there were smudges of black.

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