Breakaway (5 page)

“I’m pretty clean,” he finally pulled
away long enough to speak. He placed his forehead against hers and
breathed hard. “Are you?”

All they did was simply get wet but
that was good enough for both of them. “I think so.”

They dried off and Dean led Sydney
back to his bedroom. She laid down on the bed as he rummaged
through his luggage, trying to find a condom. Sydney watched the
view of his perfectly shaped ass and wondered how often was she
going to see that magnificent sight.

Within seconds, Dean found the condoms
and climbed into bed with her. “Hey.”

“Hey.” Sydney smiled. “What’s
up?”

Dean laughed. “You’re awesome, you
know that?”

“I try.” She grinned.

“Soooo…” Dean wasn’t sure about how to
approach her. He never had a conversation about sexual style before
said act. Then again, he never cared about someone this much so
both feelings were new and quite foreign to him. “…Do you like
slow? Do you want hard and fast? I just don’t want to hurt
you.”

Sydney nudged Dean on his back and
straddled him. “You talk too much.” She leaned down and kissed him
again, before sliding her body down his, planting small kisses
along his. She discovered a sweet spot of Dean – along his hip
dents – and found he was ticklish.

“I forgot I was ticklish there,” he
murmured.

“I’m sure you’re going to remember a
lot of things tonight,” Sydney replied.

She stopped at his shaft and took a
long lick of it with her tongue, outlining every inch of it. She
inhaled his scent, swallowed his taste, and wanted more. She was
amazed how hardened he became as if his mind was on overdrive and
full arousal.

She licked the underside before she
took him fully in her inviting mouth. She sucked him long and slow,
relishing in his taste and scent. One hand cupped him while the
other began a twisting motion as she sucked harder.

Then it happened. His body stilled and
a soft high-pitched sound came out of his mouth. Sydney merely
smiled as she continued. She promised Dean he would sing like a
canary.

She abruptly stopped and rolled the
condom on him. She adjusted her position and sank down on him, her
eyes widening as he completely filled her. She let out a few quick
breaths before she softly rocked against him, his hands guiding her
hips before they cupped her breasts.

Breathless.

It would be the word Sydney would
describe later to her girlfriends about the first thrust, the first
kiss, and the first time she knew she was in love with him. There
was intensity about Dean that she never knew she needed until he
came along. He was the best friend who laughed at her. He was the
protector who shielded her. He was lover, who made her discover
things about her body that surprised her.

She moved at a steady pace,
slowly increasing her tempo. Harsh, short breaths were forced out
her mouth. Her heart felt like it was about to burst and calming
warmth washed over her body. It was no longer him or her,
but
them.
They were
one with each other and in the universe. She knew the difference
between love and sex, but this was a combination she’d never
experienced.

Was she in love?

Each time she rocked against him, the
deeper the emotions were. Maybe they could make a long distance
relationship work? Maybe she could be a NHL girlfriend? Maybe, just
maybe. She didn’t know Dean other than the very basic and maybe a
few antidotes about his childhood and career. How could she be in
love with someone she barely knew?

All Sydney knew was that, somehow, she
was.

Dean suddenly pulled her down and
their lips fused together once again. He thrust harder into her,
wrapping his arms around her. He didn’t want to let her go, not
then and not ever. There was a connection he felt with Sydney that
he hadn’t experienced with any other woman, and he didn’t want to
seek further.

Sydney rocked against him a little
while longer, then her body stilled. A soft moan released from her
mouth and her body slightly shuddered as she whimpered his name.
Dean soon followed with his own release before he rolled her off
and snuggled against her.

As Sydney fell asleep in
his arms, Dean stared up at the ceiling. The weather forecast
predicted the snowstorm was going to clear up overnight. All
flights would be on time and Sydney would go back to San Francisco
while he returned to Los Angeles. With her career in retail, there
was no telling when she would be available to see him again. He
didn’t expect her to give up her career just to be with him since
they barely were a couple,
if
he could call them that.

He was already dreading the
morning.

Ten

“Are you even here right
now?”

Sydney eyeballed her coworker’s
question and calmly sipped a too-hot cup of cappuccino.
“Sorta.”

“Was the wedding that bad?” Sarah
asked. She was a slender brunette with a penchant of bright makeup
and too-tight clothing. “It couldn’t have been that
horrible!”

“It was actually a pretty nice
wedding.” Sydney nodded.

“I bet being stuck in Chicago really
sucked, though!” Sarah commented. “At least you were able to get a
nice hotel room!”

A flurry of images ran across Sydney’s
mind. Bumping into him. Making snowballs with him. Canoodling with
him. Looking into his eyes as she climbed on top of him. She shook
her head to relieve the thoughts. “Yeah, I was.”

“Well, at least you’re back in
California! I bet Chicago must’ve been horrible with that
weather!”

It had been one very long-ass
week.

The morning after wasn’t so bad.
Despite making love all night the night before, they had one more
tryst before showering and breakfast. They rode to the airport
together and were lucky they were in the same gate area where they
waited with each other. It was her plane that was the first to
leave and when it was time to board, Sydney and Dean held each
other for a long time.

She tried to hold back the tears from
falling but it was no use. They freely fell as she listened to him
whisper to her. “I know it hurts,” he petted her hair, “but it’s
only temporary. I’ll be back for you.”

“You’re not just saying that, are
you?” She asked between sniffles.

Dean pulled back and thumbed away
Sydney’s tears. “Why would I lie to the woman I want to be
with?”

The memory slowly faded to the
background and Sydney found her eyes tearing up. Dean called her
later that night to make sure she’d arrived safely and they’ve
texted on a daily basis since then, with a few phone calls in
between. It still didn’t replace the warmth she’d missed of feeling
his body pressed against hers.

In short, long distance relationships
sucked ass. “It wasn’t that bad.” Sydney smiled.

“I’m glad you’re back. We’ve been so
swamped lately with everything. It seems everyone is shopping this
year, which is great for us!” Sarah smiled. “Do you have any plans
for the holidays?”

“I’m going to fly you down
for a Kings game. Tell your boss to fuck off, you’re going to see
your man play hockey.”
Sydney recalled
Dean’s declaration to her. It was the first time he actually said
he was her boyfriend in not so many words. She didn’t want to read
too much into it because of the distance, though she secretly began
to practice saying Sydney Winchester. She loved how it sounded,
despite how she felt like a teenage girl who just discovered she
liked boys.

“No plans yet,” Sydney shook her head.
“Well, I mean…I might go to L.A. and see a friend.”

“A friend or …” Sarah
rubbed shoulders with Sydney. “ …
A
friend
?”

“A friend,” Sydney repeated, though
she knew that wasn’t the truth. She liked Sarah and trusted her but
some of the other coworkers would sell her out to the highest
bidder. “I just need to figure out when.”

“Well, we should be slow around
Christmas Eve and of course, everyone is closed on Christmas. Will
two days be enough?”

Sydney had a feeling time with Dean
would never be enough with him. More time to hold him. More time to
laugh with him. More time to make love to him. “I’ll
see.”

Sarah dropped her cheerful act for a
short moment and became serious. “What’s really going on, Syd? You
seem kinda out of it since you came back. Are you sure everything
is okay?”

“I don’t know what I want to be when I
grow up.” Sydney finally revealed. “I don’t think I’m cut out for
retail for the rest of my life.”

“Well,” Sarah leaned on the counter,
“what do you want to do?”

Become a hockey
wife?
“I’m not sure,” she replied, “I just
don’t think I’m going to be here much longer. But I need a game
plan.”

“What are you passionate about? What
gets you going?”

“That’s the thing! I don’t know.
Everyone knows what he or she is passionate about and I don’t. I
guess I’m just boring that way.”

“That’s not true! Everyone
has a passion about
something
. You just need to figure
yours out.” Sarah insisted before she left. “You’ll figure it
out!”

Sydney finished her cappuccino. Sarah
was right. Dean was passionate about hockey. Sarah was passionate
about sales. And then there was Sydney was who was passionate
about…what? Couponing? Gossip message boards? Trashy reality shows?
So many superficial things and none of which made her get out of
bed on a daily basis.

She threw away her cup when
she received a text from Dean.
How’s my
girl doing?
Sydney quickly replied back and
smiled. It seemed no matter whatever mood she was in, Dean always
cheered her up. He had a sneaky way of doing that.

****

I’m trying to figure out
what I want to be when I grow up.

Dean smiled at Sydney’s
reply and texted her back.
Have you figured
it out?

Not yet. Still working on
it.

Come to L.A. and I’ll help you figure
it out.

I bet you will.

What? What’s that supposed to mean?
I’ll be a good little choirboy and I won’t touch you at
all.

And you know that’s the
problem, right?

You can spank me if I
misbehave.

Boy, don’t you threaten me
with a good time…

“All right, man,” Dean’s teammate,
Zach Clayton, nudged him. He was a tall bearded man, with not a
single ounce of body fat on him. He was easily recognizable with
his half-blond/half-dark hair, which led to Dean nicknaming him,
Two-Tone. “Put that damn phone away! You’ve been staring at it for
most of the night, anyway.”

“I had to take care some important
business, man.” Dean shoved his phone in his jacket. “Now that it’s
done, I’m here.”

“Is she pregnant?” Another teammate,
Caleb Swagger, chimed in. A mammoth at over six feet tall and built
like a linebacker, Caleb had the charm and suave of a thousand men;
hence his last name.

“What? No!” Dean replied, though he
did wonder what a baby comprised of him and Sydney looked like. He
hoped to heaven the baby would have the mother’s looks and
definitely her teeth. “Can we talk about something
else?”

“Sure, we can talk about something
else,” Kyle Blake took a swig of beer. Menacing with two full
sleeves and eyes that dared his opponents to try him, Kyle quickly
got the nickname ‘Vicious’ for his ruthless hockey play. “Let’s
talk about how Dean is a pussy-whipped bitch.”

“Pussy-whipped?” Dean’s reputation for
being a lothario often preceded him. “I’m
pussy-whipped?”

“Meow.” Zach added.

Dean went around the table and pointed
to his friends. “Married, girlfriend, and you…you….” He pointed
towards Kyle.

“Me? What about me?”

“You’re entertaining the biggest thot
of the year,” Dean said to laughter around the table, “and I’m
pussy-whipped?”

“Staring at your phone….the moment you
hear from her, your face lights up…” Kyle shrugged and took a swig
of beer. “…I know the lovey-dovey signs.”

“Next thing you’re going to be sending
her flowers.” Caleb added

“And not them cheap shits, neither.”
Zach shook his head and his teammates agreed. “You better be
chipping in some money for a few dozen.”

“Meeting the parents?” Caleb added.
“Yeah, that’s always fun.”

“Buy liquor and cigars for the dad and
roses for the mom.” Kyle advised. “That’s too easy.”

“And you better remember every single
birthday, holiday, and first moments or you will never hear the end
of it.” Zach stated.

“That’s why I’m single.” Kyle
commented.

“Does your girl know this?” Zach asked
and Kyle shrugged.

“So when are you going to bring her
around?” Caleb asked. “Seems like you like her.”