Wicked Games (Denver Rebels)

by Maureen Smith

  “Nadia?” He eyed her expectantly.

  She smiled, settling more comfortably into her seat. “I don’t mind.”

  His answering smile was slow and sexy.

  Once they got through the snarl of arena traffic, Reid accelerated toward the highway. Nadia watched him drive, turned on by his confident handling of the powerful car, the way he steered with one hand and manipulated the gearshift with the other.

  He drove with the cocky ease of a race car driver, but looked like a successful CEO in his expensive designer suit. The cut of the dark jacket emphasized the span of his broad shoulders, and French cuffs peeked out from under the sleeves. He was the only man she knew who could pull off badass while wearing Armani.

  He turned his head, catching her gaze. “What’s on your mind, beautiful?”

  She smiled. “You clean up very well.”

  “Think so?”

  “Absolutely.”

  “Do I look good enough to get another one of your kisses?”

  Was he kidding? He looked good enough to make her his sex slave!

  She sighed demurely. “We’ll see how the night goes.”

  His grin flashed white in the shadows of the car.

  His thick hair had been carefully combed back, but a renegade lock fell over his forehead. Without thinking, Nadia reached over and gently pushed it back.

  When he smiled at her, her stomach fluttered with butterflies.

  “Did you give Nelson another quote for his column?” she asked.

  “Yes, ma’am. I sure did.”

  She smiled. “Atta boy.”

  He chuckled. “So what’d you think of your first NHL game?”

  “It was amazing. Really exciting.” She grinned teasingly. “When I told you to kick ass tonight, I didn’t mean literally.”

  He laughed.

  “I mean, I always knew hockey was a violent sport, but watching it up close and personal…damn.”

  He flicked her an amused glance. “What’s wrong? Too barbaric for you?”

  She grinned. “Maybe.”

  He snorted in mock disgust. “Wuss.”

  She laughed. “Having a low tolerance for violence doesn’t make me a wuss. It makes me civilized.”

  “You calling me uncivilized?” He sounded delighted rather than offended.

  Grinning, Nadia contemplated the crooked bridge of his nose, the darkening bruise on his cheek and the rugged line of his shadowed jaw. “Let’s just say you’re no Boy Scout.”

  “Nope,” he agreed. “Never had time for Boy Scouts. When I wasn’t in school, I was playing hockey.”

  Nadia smiled, picturing him as a sturdy young boy with an unruly mass of dark hair, bright blue eyes and an impish grin. She bet he’d been a heartbreaker even back then.

  “Seriously though, Reid. The way you brawl during games, how have you managed to keep all your teeth?”

  He grinned. “Luck, I guess. My dad played hockey all the way up through college and never lost any of his teeth either.”

  “Good genes. Was he a brawler like you?”

  “Who do you think taught me?”

  Nadia laughed.

  Reid reached over, stroking his knuckles down her cheek. “I love the way you laugh. It’s wicked yet whimsical. Like fur handcuffs and rainbows.”

  Nadia blushed, her insides melting with pleasure. It was probably the sweetest thing any guy had ever said to her. “You really have a way with words.” She grinned. “But don’t quit your day job.”

  He laughed.

  “I say that because you’re considered one of the best two-way defensemen in the league,” she elaborated, showing off her newfound hockey knowledge. “They say you’re really good at transitioning from forward to backward, generating scoring chances and maintaining possession of the puck. They say it’s rare for a defenseman to mix the best of both worlds as well as you do.”

  Reid looked both amused and impressed. “Someone’s been doing her research.”

  She chuckled. “I’ve got a ways to go before I completely understand the rules of the game. But I’m an apt pupil.”

  “That’s good,” he drawled. “I’d be more than happy to teach you anything you want to know.”

  The rakish gleam in his eyes made her wonder if he was talking about hockey or something else entirely.

  Clenching her thighs against a sudden rush of moisture, she turned to stare out the window at the passing scenery. “Where exactly do you live? In the mountains?”

  He chuckled. “Something like that. I had an apartment downtown for a while. Then I figured if I’m gonna live in Colorado, I should get a place with the best mountain views.” He grinned. “And living outside the city gives me the freedom to unleash this baby on the open road. Hold on.”

  Before Nadia could react, he floored the Aero.

  She squealed as the sports car shot off down the highway, rocketing into the night.

  Her heart was still racing when they reached a wooded enclave tucked into the foothills of the Rocky Mountains. The few houses they passed weren’t mansions, but they were impressive enough to leave no doubt they’d cost millions.

  Reid turned into his property and rumbled up the long driveway until his house came into view. It was larger than the other homes with three stories and a slanted roof. The exterior was stained wood and boasted windows everywhere you looked.

  “Wow,” Nadia said appreciatively. “What a beautiful house.”

  “Thanks, babe.” Reid pulled into the six-car garage. There was a midnight blue Ford pickup, a silver Lincoln Navigator, a black Tesla Model S, a classic red Mustang Boss with a black stripe down the middle, and a shiny black-and-chrome Harley.

  All American.

  He grinned at Nadia. “See? No Ferraris or Lamborghinis.”

  “True,” she acknowledged. “But why does one man need so many cars?”

  “Just doing my part to keep American workers employed.”

  She grinned. “Good answer.”

  Laughing, he got out and came around to help her out of the low-slung car. “I’ll give you a tour later, but there’s something I want you to see first.”

  Holding her hand, he led her across the garage, up a floating staircase and through a door that opened onto a glass-enclosed rooftop terrace.

  Nadia gasped in delight.

  Dozens of candles flickered invitingly around the large terrace. A romantic table set for two was bordered by tall planters and potted trees twinkling with fairy lights. There was a cozy lounge area with a sectional sofa curved around an outdoor fireplace, a perfect spot for sipping a glass of wine while enjoying an uninterrupted view of the mountains.

  “Oh, Reid,” Nadia breathed, utterly enchanted. “This is amazing.”

  “I’m glad you like it.” He smiled, watching her. “It’s not a five-star restaurant—”

  “Are you kidding? It’s better.”

  His smile deepened. “I can’t take any credit. My architect designed the terrace, and my housekeeper decorated it and prepared our dinner before she left.”

  Nadia arched a teasing brow. “How’d you know I would say yes to dinner?”

  “I didn’t.” His eyes glinted. “But here you are.”

  She couldn’t even be mad at him for correctly guessing that she wouldn’t be able to refuse him.

  Turning away with a smile, she crossed to the facing wall of glass to take in the spectacular view of the mountains. Blanketed by stars, the rooftop terrace gave the illusion of a sunroom floating in the sky. She said as much to Reid.

  “That’s the effect my architect was going for.”

  “Well, he nailed it. And even though it’s an outdoor room, it’s not even cold.”

  “That’s because it’s climate-controlled,” Reid explained, coming up quietly behind her. “It’s heated in the winter and cooled in the summer.”

  Nadia sighed. “Perfect.”

  “I agree.” Brushing her hair aside, Reid pressed his lips to the nape of her neck.
“Perfect.”

  She shivered, pure sexual awareness skittering down her spine.

  “I was watching you tonight.” His mouth was close to her ear, his heated breath whispering into her body and curling through her veins. “During the game, when I was on the bench…I watched you, Nadia.”

  She swallowed tightly. She could feel him pressing into her back, thick and hard, the heat of his body surrounding her. Her pulse throbbed and her clit swelled.

  “Wanna know what went through my mind while I was watching you?” he murmured.

  She licked her dry lips. “What?”

  His hands curved around her body, his fingers splaying low on her stomach. “I thought about how hot and beautiful you looked. I thought about what you were wearing under this tight dress. I thought about kissing you…licking you…doing unspeakably dirty things to you.”

  “Oh my.” Another shiver rippled through her. “That’s why you belonged in the sin bin.”

  His husky chuckle rasped over her nerve endings. “Yeah.”

  As he trailed kisses along her sensitive neck, she closed her eyes, bracing her palms against the glass for support. She felt as weak and dazed as the hapless opponents he’d body-checked on the ice tonight.

  “Give me that mouth, Nadia.”

  She turned her face into his and was rewarded with the heat of a long, exploratory kiss. She moaned as arousal thickened inside her, spreading between her thighs to wet her panties. She felt heavy, hot, on fire.

  Breaking the seal of their lips, she turned in his arms and stared up at him, heart racing, hypnotized by his dark intensity.

  He gathered her head between his hands, slid his fingers into her hair. Then he kissed her again, opening her mouth with his lips. Her awakened senses exploded with heat and pleasure.

  She kissed him back, and his low groan vibrated through her body to all her secret places. She pressed closer to him, rocking her hips into that massive bulge against her stomach.

  “I want you,” he growled fiercely. “Want you so fucking bad it hurts.”

  Every atom in her system went nuclear.

  “Then take me,” she whispered.

  He shuddered and lifted his head, staring into her eyes for an arrested moment.

  Not giving her a chance to reconsider, he swept her up into his arms and carried her from the terrace.

  She clung to his neck, pressing her face into his shoulder as he descended the stairs into the house. The next thing she knew, he was striding through his bedroom door and setting her down at the foot of an enormous bed with the covers turned down.

  She stepped out of her ankle boots, then lifted her arms as he dragged her dress up over her head and dropped it on the floor. She felt a sharp surge of arousal, power and excitement as she stood before him in her strapless bra and panties.

  His eyes slowly drifted over her body, tracing every inch of her. “Beautiful.” His voice rumbled low and rough. “So damn beautiful.”

  Heat, thick and molten, stirred between her legs.

  Holding her gaze, he sank to a crouch before her, hooked his thumbs into the waistband of her black lace panties and eased them slowly down her trembling legs. She was grateful that she’d taken the time that morning to shave her pussy, leaving only a slim thatch of hair above her clit, like a landing strip to paradise.

  “God, that’s sexy,” Reid whispered, his eyes blazing with hunger as he stared at her mons. The laser intensity of his gaze caused a rush of wetness to leak from her sex.

  Pulse pounding in her veins, she watched as he reached between her thighs, groaning when he found her slick and ready. When he touched the swollen nub of her clit, she whimpered and thrust her hands into his hair, bunching the thick silk between her fingers.

  His finger made teasing passes over her clit until she was gasping and moaning. Then he leaned forward and dragged his tongue over the outer lips of her pussy.

  She cried out, her knees almost buckling.

  Reid held her waist firmly, keeping her upright. The imprint of his hands on her bare skin burned with delicious heat.

  His gaze lifted to the small mounds of flesh plumped over the cups of her strapless pushup bra.

  “Take off your bra.” The husky resonance in his voice made her shiver.

  Staring into his eyes, she reached behind her back and undid the clasp of her bra, then let the scrap of black lace fall to the floor.

  Reid swallowed tightly and licked his lips, making them glisten in the low light.

  Suddenly feeling self-conscious, Nadia whispered apologetically, “I’m not working with much.”

  He shook his head slowly as he stood, his eyes smoldering with possessive satisfaction. “They’re perfect. And so are you.”

  Her stomach flip-flopped.

  When he cupped her small breasts, she shivered at the feel of his rough skin against hers. She couldn’t breathe as he plumped her tits in his palms, then brought them closer together to lick one nipple and then the other.

  She moaned, her head falling back as pleasure arrowed down to her core.

  Watching her face, he took both her nipples in his mouth and sucked them.

  The whiplash of heat that suffused her body left her gasping. She never thought it would be possible to come just from having a man’s mouth on her nipples. But here she was, right on the verge of orgasm.

  Before she could take her next breath, Reid lifted her by the waist and deposited her in the center of the humongous bed.

  Then he reared back, toeing off his shoes and stripping off his socks. With shaking hands, he tore off his jacket and shirt, wrenched down the zipper on his suit pants and dragged them off with his dark briefs.

  When his cock bounced free, Nadia gasped.

  Massively thick and long, curving upward toward his navel, his dick was even bigger than she’d suspected.

  And the rest of him…oh, man. Literally. His body was pure masculine perfection. All power and hard sculpted muscle with eight-pack abs, his thighs and calves developed to whipcord toughness. A black tribal tattoo curled around one muscular bicep while the other boasted an intricate rocket. Both tattoos completed his bad boy hotness.

  If Nadia hadn’t been soaking wet before, the unveiling of Reid’s Adonis-like body would have done the trick.

  Holding his gaze, she leaned back on her elbows and let her thighs fall open to give him an unobstructed view of the slick, pouty folds of her pussy.

  He swore hoarsely, his cock jumping and swelling even more. He fisted himself, stroking his hard length as he stared down at her with fierce, lustful appreciation.

  “Reid,” she whispered achingly. “I need you.”

  He groaned, a raw sound of primal male hunger. Not wasting another second, he climbed onto the bed, put his face between her legs and wrapped his lips around her throbbing clit.

  She cried out, her back arching.

  Gripping her thighs, he gave her a slow lick, his tongue spreading her slick folds, the tip flicking against her clit.

  Her hips shot off the bed as she keened with pleasure.

  He didn’t stop, his tongue thrusting slowly and licking her slit as shafts of white-hot need stabbed through her.

  “So sweet.” His voice was dark and guttural. “You’ve got the sweetest fucking pussy.”

  She groaned, tormented by the flickering strokes of his tongue. Her legs shook in his strong grasp, her heels digging into the mattress as her hips twisted against his mouth. Her clit was burning and aching for release, and she was so wet she could feel the slickness sliding down her inner thighs and along the curve of her ass.

  Reid growled low, the primitive sound vibrating against her aroused flesh. He pushed his tongue into her wetness, teasing and tasting her until she thought she’d go crazy with lust. She could feel her pussy convulsing, could feel her orgasm close, so damn close.

  “Reid,” she sobbed, clutching his thick hair. “Oh, God…”

  He sucked her needy clit and swirled his tongue deep insi
de her, and that was all she could take.

  She screamed his name, bucking against his mouth as she came.

  He groaned hoarsely as her pussy clenched and spasmed around his tongue. He lapped at her tender flesh, savoring the hot juices that spilled from her.

  She finally fell back on the bed, sweating, her body still wracked with shudders.

  He kissed her stomach and licked the undersides of her breasts, then reached over to open the top drawer of the nightstand. She caught a glimpse of a black box labeled Trojan Magnum XL before he grabbed a foil packet and slammed the drawer shut. He tore the wrapper open with his teeth and rolled on the condom with a deftness that confirmed he’d had a ton of practice.

  Then he levered over her with a look that told her he was about to get down to serious business. Her body quivered with anticipation as he spread her legs wide, positioning himself between them.

  He started slowly, stroking her slit with the wide crown of his cock. The sensual gliding motion made her writhe against him, eager to take more of him.

  He circled his hips, lodging his cockhead inside her. She gasped and pulsed her hips against him, convinced that he was trying to kill her in slow, maddening degrees.

  “Easy,” he whispered. “We’ve got all night.”

  Not if she combusted first!

  He entered her slowly, inch by thick inch, groaning as her body stretched around his massive girth. She moaned and arched against him, trying to take him deeper.

  “Jesus, Nadia.” His voice was low and guttural, his head bowed as he shuddered against her. “You feel so good. So fucking incredible.”

  “So do you,” she breathed, hooking her ankles behind his back as he sank all the way inside her.

  “I need to go extra slow with you,” he rasped. “Don’t wanna embarrass myself.”

  She might have laughed if she’d had any air in her lungs, if her senses weren’t reeling from the pleasure-pain of his deep penetration.

  He stared into her eyes as he began to move. She arched her back, reaching to grab his round ass and pull him deeper.

  He felt so good inside her, velvet steel sliding back and forth through her slick folds. She went mindless with pleasure, enslaved to his rhythm—deep and penetrating, slow and lazy strokes that had her moaning and writhing beneath him.