“Where are we going?” she asks, giggling as I practically drag her toward the room on the other side of mine.
I wave the key card in front of the lock and push the door open.
“Whose room is this?”
“Does it matter?”
“No.” She smiles at me. “Not unless your coach is going to walk in on us.”
“No more talking about my coach.” I sweep her hair away from her neck and seal my mouth to her sensitive skin.
I scoop her up and look for somewhere to set her that isn’t my teammate’s bed. I settle for the desk, dropping her to it and stepping between her legs.
She fists my hair and presses her tits against my chest as I devour her mouth. My heart pounds in my chest, and if the way she’s meeting me pant for pant is any indication, so is hers.
“You okay?”
“So okay.” She pulls me to her and goes for the button of my jeans, then pushes them down until my dick springs free.
I’m frozen, watching as she hops down and pushes her skirt to the ground, leaving her in the smallest black piece of material I’ve ever seen.
She hops back onto the desk, but the height’s all wrong.
“Bed?” she suggests.
“I have a better idea.” I hoist her up and carry her to the bathroom. The vanity is covered in products, but I sweep a hand to clear it and set her on the stone top.
“What is it with you and bathrooms?” She giggles through the question while I push her panties to the side and circle her clit with my thumb.
“It’s you. I can’t seem to bring myself to care where we are. I just need to be inside you.”
Her hands are braced on the edge of the vanity showing me the front of her watch. It’s some sort of sport watch she wears all the time to view her heart rate as well as the time. I glance at it, noting the numbers steadily increasing. That’s normal, right? Mine is definitely thrumming faster.
I try to go slow, but it’s been several days without her and I need her in every sense of the word. Also, my stomach growls.
“Was that your stomach?” she asks with a laugh, but then moans as I push two fingers inside of her.
“I haven’t eaten since the game,” I admit.
“Maybe we should stop and feed you.”
“I’m not that hungry,” I protest but my stomach makes another gurgling noise.
Laughing, she pushes at my chest with a sigh. “I saw a vending machine by the elevator. Let’s feed you.” She hops down from the counter and starts getting dressed.
“But, but…” I motion to my dick.
“We’ll come right back.”
“Or we could keep going and then eat.”
“Are you hungry?”
“Yes, I admit.”
She tosses me my pants. “What my baby wants, my baby gets.”
I put them on, with attitude, and she holds the door open for me.
“Then we’re going the wrong direction,” I mutter under my breath.
She laughs. “Come on, Rauthruss.”
We find the vending machine at the end of the long hallway.
“What are you feeling?”
“Don’t care.” I run my hands over her hips.
She feeds money into the machine and presses buttons. I’m not paying a lot of attention. Particularly when she leans over to retrieve her selections.
I follow her back to the room.
“Key?” She holds out her palm.
“Oh shit, I think I left it in there.”
Laughing, she drops to the floor and sits with her legs stretched out in front of her, ankles crossed. “Joining me?”
I take a seat beside her and she tosses a bag of chips in my direction. The noise from the party on the other side of the wall drifts out—laughter and loud voices.
“Your parents couldn’t make it?”
“No, but they’ll be in Kansas City for the Frozen Four. You could meet them if you come.” I bump my shoulder against hers.
“Really?”
I shrug. “If you want. You’re going, right?”
“Yeah, I want. That sounds nice. Ginny’s dad offered to drive us.”
“It won’t interfere with your practice?”
“No, I don’t think so, but I should check with Coach when I get back tomorrow. My last competition is the week after.”
“Where is it?”
“At Valley. It’s a small competition, just one other college, but it’ll be nice to compete one more time.”
“Yeah, I get that.”
“At least you’ll be able to skate every day after college. I don’t know what my life will be like without waking up early every day and going to the ice.”
“Have you found an apartment yet in Appleton?”
“No. I guess I should get on that or I’m going to be crashing with my parents.”
My phone buzzes in my pocket. “Speaking of my parents, that’s probably them.”
I dig it out of my pocket. Carrie’s name flashes on the screen. “Or not.”
“Still calling, huh?”
“First time in a few days actually. She probably wants to say congratulations.”
Sienna nods. “You can answer if you want.”
“Nah.” I slide it back in my front pocket. “She can tell it to my voice mail.”
“What was the final straw with you two?”
“What do you mean?”
“You said things slowly deteriorated, but obviously not for her. What made you walk away?”
I take my time, chewing the Doritos way longer than necessary. “She cheated on me.”
“What?” Sienna’s back comes off the wall, and her eyes widen.
“She kissed some dude at a party. She came clean immediately, and I was pissed, of course, but mostly, I guess, I was just upset that I didn’t care more than I did. She was adamant that we could fix things between us, so I decided after six years, another few months trying to work on things wasn’t much to ask. Needless to say, things didn’t improve. So, I ended things.”
“Wow. I was not expecting that.”
“No more talking about my ex.” I crumple the empty chip bag in my hand.
“Sorry.”
She pulls a pretzel from the bag in her hand, and I snatch it with my mouth.
“Kind of stale,” I say as I chew.
“Fine cuisine, it isn’t.”
“Company’s good, though.”
“Should we go back to the party? I don’t want you to miss out on it. Tonight’s a big deal.”
“It is. And I’m exactly where I want to be.”
“Or just outside of it anyway.” She nods her head toward Jordan and Liam’s room.
Laughing, I pull her onto my lap. “This isn’t so bad either.”
I slide my hand between her legs and underneath her skirt. Her panties are soaked and her green eyes darken when my fingers brush against the silky material between her legs.
She climbs higher on my lap, pinning my dick under her luscious ass. I slip two fingers under her panties and we groan at the same time.
Her lashes flutter closed and fan out on her skin and her lips part.
My teammates are loud as hell on the other side of the wall, partying and celebrating. Anyone in earshot could tell they’re having a good time, but I wouldn’t trade the feel of Sienna’s slick, hot pussy squeezing my fingers for anything.
She rests her forehead on mine as her breaths come faster.
“Rhett,” she whispers my name.
“Yeah, angel?” I drag the pad of my thumb along her clit.
She says my name again on a whimper and I seal my mouth to hers as she falls apart in my lap.
22
Sienna
“Thanks for coming, everyone,” I say to my yoga students as they pack up their mats and leave. I’m so tired. We got back three hours ago and I had to rush straight to class then here.
Maverick walks to the front, his black mat under one tattooed arm. �
��Good class today.”
“You say that every day.”
“And it’s always true.” He grins. “Going to the apartment?”
“Yeah. Am I that predictable?”
He laughs. “Want a ride?”
“That’d be great.”
Maverick drives a shiny black SUV with leather seats and a sound system that makes my insides vibrate when the music starts.
“Sorry about that.” He turns it down. “I think I killed the zen of the moment. Pick whatever you want.”
“I’m easy to please.”
“That’s what Rhett said.” He covers his mouth with a fist. “Sorry. It was right there.”
“Hey now,” I say as I laugh.
“I’m kidding, but for real, you’re chill and I think that’s good for Rhett. He’s got a big heart.”
“Thank you.” I angle my legs toward him. “What does Rhett say about me?”
“Walked right into that, didn’t I?”
“Pretty much.”
Maverick leans back in his seat, one hand at the top of the steering wheel. “Not much, honestly, but to be fair, he’s always been pretty quiet. Come on, you can’t seriously be doubting that my boy is digging you. He was out of his mind when he saw that video of your accident.”
“You know that point when you’re spending all your time with someone and it’s going great, but you’re not sure if you’re on the same page?”
“You’re afraid you like him more than he likes you?”
“Yes. No. I don’t know. The heart thing tends to freak guys out. It isn’t a big deal when things are casual, but the second it’s more—it becomes a real thing to them.”
The more time I spend with Rhett, the harder I’m falling for him. I still worry he isn’t ready for something serious and yet that’s exactly how it’s starting to feel. Last night I had a dream that I called him to make plans and he told me he was heading out on a date with Josie. Like, no big deal, just dating your friend.
Josie forced it out of me this morning when I couldn’t look at her, then laughed in my face, hugged me, and promised she’d never do that to me, and I felt slightly better. But I don’t need a psychology degree to figure out my subconscious is worried that I’m in over my head.
“I can’t speak for Rhett, but I know that he’s never seemed happier since you two started hanging out. I don’t think that’s a coincidence.” He parks the SUV in the apartment parking lot and turns off the engine. “I have exactly zero experience with serious relationships and I get that your heart condition adds complexity, but my advice? Tell him how you feel. Worst case, you’re not on the same page. At least you’ll know.”
I hum a noncommittal response as I get out of the truck and round the front. “Maybe I don’t want to know if it isn’t the answer I want.”
He drapes an arm around my shoulders. “You hiding from reality? Nah, you’re too baller for that.”
I lean my head on his shoulder. “Why haven’t you had any serious relationships?”
“Oh no.” He steps ahead of me to open the apartment door. “That’s way more than you want to get into in an afternoon.” His grin is playful and full of mystery which just makes me more curious, but Rhett’s sitting in the living room playing Xbox when I step through the doorway.
“Hey.” He presses pause on the game.
“Hey Sienna!” Adam calls from out on the back deck. The sliding glass door is open, and he sits in a lounge chair.
I wave, then look back to Rhett.
He stands. “I thought you were going to text before you came. I haven’t showered yet.”
My gaze travels over his bare chest “I’m sorry. Did you say something?”
Maverick chuckles. “And I’ll be outside. Unless you two want to get into something freaky. I’m down for a shower. Or I could just entertain Sienna while—”
“No,” Rhett says without waiting for Maverick to finish.
“So possessive of your girl.” He winks at me and then laughs his way out to the back deck.
“Maybe I wanted to hear the rest of his offer,” I say when we’re alone.
“Well, by all means.”
I make like I’m going to get him, and Rhett hauls me to him with his arms around my waist.
“I’m kidding.” I slide my hands up his chest. “I’ve got my hands full with you.”
“Shower and then movie? We may have to watch it out in the living room though because everyone got really excited when I told them you wanted to watch Mighty Ducks.”
“Not want. Being forced.”
“You can’t not see it,” he says in the same tone he’d used when I told him I’d never seen it before.
I chuckle at him. “Actually, I need to call Elias back. He has a competition tomorrow and I don’t want to forget later. I tend to lose track of time around you.”
One side of his mouth pulls up. “Sorry. Not sorry.”
“Can I use your room?”
“Of course.”
While Rhett showers, I sit on his unmade bed surrounded by his scent, feeling giddy and happy and not trusting either of those emotions.
Elias answers, his face filling the screen. “She’s alive!”
“I’m sorry I keep missing you.”
“It’s fine.” He runs a hand through his dark hair. “I figured you were off being happy-happy with your hockey hottie.” His tone is too sarcastic and bitter for my friend.
“Uh-oh. What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.”
“Elias Mason Hummer.”
He sighs. “I kissed Taylor.”
“What?! When?” Those weren’t the words I was expecting to come out of his mouth.
“Last night.”
“How?”
“We were working late. It just happened. And now she’s avoiding me. She was a no-show for practice this morning.”
“Oh my god, E. Don’t you leave for France tomorrow?”
“Yeah. The timing couldn’t be worse. She won’t even look at me and we need to skate our asses off for the judges in three days.”
“Wow. What are you going to do?”
“Do? Nothing. Doing got me into this situation.”
“You have to find her and talk this out before you leave.”
“I’d rather catch up with my best girl. How the hell are you?”
I know he’s deflecting, but lord knows I’ve done it enough times to him that I let it go for now. “I’m good. I finally fixed the footwork sequence that was giving me trouble and I think Coach is going to let me add the double lutz back in at my last competition.”
“That’s awesome. What day is it? Maybe I can come down.”
“You can’t run away from your partner.”
“What? I never ask for time off. I’m sure Taylor can manage without me for a couple of days when we get back.”
“You will do no such thing. You’re so close. Talk with Taylor and get back to work. I’m only friends with you so I have a legit excuse to go to the winter games next year. Don’t ruin this for me.”
That makes him smile and I feel better. Because of Elias’s crazy training and being away from home, he doesn’t have a lot of friends and I feel bad that I’ve been preoccupied lately.
“Do you like her?”
“No, of course not. You know that I don’t. She annoys the shit out of me on a regular basis. She does this weird thing when she kisses where she hums softly.”
“Yeah, well, you wouldn’t know that if you didn’t go around kissing her.”
“Touché.”
After Rhett is done showering, we go back out to the living room to watch the movie. The entire group is over. Heath and Ginny are curled up on the opposite end of the couch as me and Rhett, Mav sits between us with Charli.
Dakota’s in the armchair and Adam and Reagan laid a blanket on the floor and she sits in front of him, her back resting against his chest.
“I can’t believe you’ve never seen this,” Ginny says. “Doesn
’t your sister play hockey?”
“Yeah, but this movie was made like… thirty years before she was born. I have seen Miracle an obscene amount of times though.”
“Ooooh, that’s a good one too.” Mav’s eyes light up. “We should watch that one too.”
Rhett yawns, making the group laugh.
“What?” he protests through a laugh. “You guys insisted on turning the lights out. You know how I get.”
“Real talk,” Heath says, looking to me. “Does this guy make you leave the lights on when you have sex?”
Ginny elbows him. “You can’t ask people that.”
“You wanted to know too,” he says, tickling her sides.
“I have never fallen asleep on her,” Rhett defends himself.
“That he remembers,” I quip.
The movie starts and everyone quiets down and turns their attention to the TV. Rhett leans in to whisper in my ear, nipping the shell of my ear as he says, “I could never fall asleep while naked with you.”
“I might make you prove that later.”
“You’re on.” He sits forward. “Anyone else want a Monster drink?”
It’s still early when the movie ends, but we both have to be up in the morning for practice, so we duck out and head to Rhett’s room.
Despite the energy drink, my man is sleepy.
I’m undressing and grabbing a T-shirt from his drawer when he steps up behind me. His palms glide over my hips and stomach sending goose bumps racing over my skin.
I didn’t see him drop his sweats, but his dick pokes into me from behind.
I fake a yawn. “Oh, I don’t know. You seemed pretty tired earlier. Sure you can stay awake?”
“I’d bet my life on it.”
I turn and wrap my arms around his neck. His blue eyes bore into me with such intensity my stomach flips. I take a small step back and let my arms fall to his chest, then give him a gentle push.
He falls back onto the bed, sitting up.
Kneeling in front of him, I stare up at him as I kiss the head of his cock.
“If you fall asleep on me,” I warn.
“Angel, you don’t have to have your mouth on my dick to have me captivated, but the fact that you do—there’s no chance I’ll be able to take my eyes off you.”
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