Hothead (Irresistible Book 4)

by Stella Rhys

  Fuck. She was so damned good at turning me into an animal. I’d already forgotten whatever sequence of events that had led us here. It was all a fog because all I saw was Evie, and the second I trailed her into the elevator, I cornered her, standing tight against her body to hide her from cameras.

  “Come here,” I muttered, holding her neck with one hand as the other reached under her skirt. Her mouth hung slightly open, her lips curving in a breathless little grin as I reached between her legs and palmed her soaked panties. “Jesus,” I muttered, licking her smile.

  “Take them off for me.”

  I grasped a handful of the lace, relishing the sound of her raspy yelp as I ripped it clean off her pussy.

  “That hurt,” she pouted as I slid her panties into my pocket and rubbed her wet pussy.

  “Does that feel better?”

  “Yes.”

  “This?” I slid two fingers inside her. She tightened around me.

  “Oh God.” Her nails dug into my chest as she whispered, “It feels so good.”

  My teeth skimmed her sweet lips as she panted against me, moaning softly as I pumped my fingers inside her. I started slow, picking my pace up gradually, till my fingers were fucking her so hard the sound of her wetness was bouncing off the walls. “Drew,” she exhaled, her moans growing louder as she grinded her clit against the heel of my palm.

  “Are you going to come all over my hand?”

  “Yes,” she breathed with desperation breaking her voice. But in seconds, she ripped her body away from me because the elevator had stopped on a floor that wasn’t ours. “Fuck,” she hissed, writhing in torment against the wall opposite me.

  I had to stare.

  She looked like walking sex. And not just any sex – dirty sex. Her hair was messy and her dress was twisted askew. Her tits were ready to spill and those pillowy lips were so red and swollen I couldn’t be surprised at the reactions of the two guys who walked in. I wasn’t easy to miss but they didn’t even see me as their wide eyes flew right to Evie pressed up against the wall, staring speechlessly back at them. Secretly dripping from her naked pussy.

  One of them muttered “wow” but the second he stepped toward her, I cleared my throat.

  “Oh! Fuck.”

  In one breath, he acknowledged both who I was and the fact that he’d just been looking at my woman. It was all he needed to shut right up and do a one-eighty.

  I caught Evie biting her smirk because for the next four floors, both men were wide-eyed and silent. They stood dead center between us, staring straight ahead and so still you’d think I’d turned them to stone.

  The second they got out, I had Evie pressed back on the wall, both our hands frantically grasping at one another as we kissed till we got to our floor.

  I barely remembered how we got into our room. All I knew was that I was watching her skirt fall around her ankles, exposing her sweet pussy to me as she whipped my jersey up over her head.

  “Bounce those perfect tits for me, baby,” I murmured as she unclasped her bra and let it fall to the floor.

  “Ah, ah,” she smirked, cupping her breasts and pushing them gently together. “I told you I was going to make you come harder than you ever have in your life, which means I’m in control tonight. You just tell me whether you want my mouth you’re my pussy first.”

  “Let’s start with that smart mouth,” I muttered as I undid my belt buckle.

  “Perfect,” Evie grinned, mischief glimmering in her eyes. “Now go lay down in bed. You’ve had very long, trying day, and you deserve to be taken care of now.”

  God, she was so fucking sexy.

  I didn’t need to be told twice. Peeling off my shirt, I lay down in bed, folding my arms behind my head and just watching as Evie climbed naked on top of me, her tits bouncing softly between her arms as she began to work my sore quads.

  “Fuck... “ I exhaled, closing my eyes. A post-game massage by a naked Evie was pretty much exactly what I needed to wind down from tonight. I was pretty fucking content as it was, but then I felt her nipples graze my thighs just before I felt the heat of her mouth on my dick, kissing it over my boxers. “Holy shit, baby, what are you doing?” I rasped as she continued moving her mouth up my shaft, wrapping her lips around my tip as her palms applied more pressure to my thighs. “Oh my fucking God, Evie…” I groaned when I realized she was about to suck on my cock while working on my sore muscles.

  I was delirious by the time she’d stripped my boxers off.

  “Are you kidding me, baby?” I hissed, watching in awe because the way she took my cock was out of control.

  She had my pulsing head at the back of her throat, and at the same time she was massaging the hell out of my sore muscles, never losing the rhythm of either stroke. It was fucking wild. With every push of her palm up my hamstring, she dropped her mouth down my cock. With every pull back, she sucked slowly back up to the tip, her cheeks hollowing as she spoiled every hard inch of me with her unbelievably skilled tongue.

  “Holy shit. Fucking marry me,” I groaned, my fist pulsing around my handful of her hair. “That feels so fucking good. You’re gonna make me come so fast, baby.”

  “Come whenever you want. I can do this all night,” she murmured against my pulsing tip. She lifted those big eyes and watched me as she stuck that pink tongue out slowly and swirled it around me like she was savoring an ice cream cone. The shuddering sensation was heaven enough but top that with the sexy little look on her face and I almost busted right there.

  “You have no idea. I’m trying so hard not to come right now, baby,” I rasped. “I swear I’m wearing out every muscle in my body trying not to blow my load right fucking now.”

  Evie’s sweet giggle against my cock sent a little buzz humming down from my tip to my root.

  “Wear ‘em out then. I’ll always be here to massage you if you’re sore.”

  Holy Christ, this woman.

  “You’re fucking perfect. Do you know that?” It wasn’t even a rhetorical question. I needed her to know how incredible she was. How I loved when she proved me wrong. How she made me feel things I never thought were even real. “Oh fuck... baby.”

  My balls were so tight I knew I couldn’t last much longer. She knew it too because she licked around the throbbing head of my cock while asking me, “Where do you want to come?”

  God. Every little thing she did. Every fucking word she said was the sexiest thing I’d ever heard in my life.

  “I need to come inside you. Get on top of me. Let me see you ride my cock,” I muttered fast, both loving and hating the fact that she knew to roll a condom on first. I wanted to feel her skin to skin, with nothing in between. I wanted my cum to fill her pussy but I wasn’t about to dwell on those thoughts as I watched her straddle and lower herself onto me. “Yes. Just like that. Just like that, baby... you’re such a good fucking girl,” I growled, dizzy with lust as I watched her mount me, gripping me and guiding me between her wet folds. A deep groan tore from my throat as she sank that warm pussy down to the base of my cock, her round ass pressed tight against my churning balls.

  I swore it couldn’t get better but the second that thought crossed my mind, Evie smoothed her palms up from my chest to my shoulders, rubbing my sore muscles and treating me to the incredible view of her full tits bouncing heavily as she rode me.

  Once again, I tried holding out. I didn’t want this to end. I couldn’t let it. Never in my life had I felt this good. This taken care of. For Christ’s sake, not only was this the most beautiful girl in the world, I had her in my arms and I could see in the way she looked at me that she was mine. All fucking mine. That she wanted no one and nothing but me.

  And it was the best feeling in the world.

  I never wanted to let it go.

  But the second Evie lowered herself and pressed a sweet kiss to my lips, I exploded inside her, growling like an animal as she bounced on my dick and milked every last drop of cum from my tip.

  For what felt like a
full hour after, I lay in bed recovering. I could barely open my eyes.

  All I could do was bask in the blissful haze she’d put me in, letting a delirious smile drift onto my lips as I heard her giggle and felt her brushing soft kisses along my shoulders, my cheeks, my lips.

  It was probably 1AM when she laid on my chest and whispered my name. I opened my eyes to see her looking up at me, and she gazed at me for another few seconds before murmuring, “I love you.”

  Three words and she rearranged everything inside me.

  My brain, my heart – they both knew different truths now. Trust was real and so was love because I loved Evie more than I thought I could love anything. As I held her to my chest, I swore I could feel all the good in her soul. I felt the warmth of it seeping into mine, filling in every chip and crack I’d sustained from every instance of hurt in my past.

  She made me whole and as I felt all that, I tried my hardest to return those words she’d gifted me.

  But they never made it out of my mouth before we fell asleep.

  33

  DREW

  As soon as Evie and I touched back down in Seattle, we were told we'd gone viral. I shouldn't have been surprised, but there wound up being passerby footage of the L.A fans pulling her skirt and setting me off like a cannon.

  I wasn't particularly pleased about that moment being viewed by millions, and played repeatedly on sports talk shows, but of course, Iain was and I knew why.

  STRONG MAN, STRONGER WOMAN.

  That was one of many headlines that credited Evie for holding me back. Some of the stories insinuated that she had me whipped at this point – probably just to piss me off – but it didn't. I knew well that Evie had saved me from a guaranteed suspension that would've probably pushed my name further into the Empires' trade talks.

  So safe to say, I didn't give two shits about what the media was trying to say. For all I knew, she'd just saved my career and I owed her the world for it.

  "You do realize that shit was exactly what I was trying to help you avoid, right?" Iain said when he called me after my win in Seattle, after I'd gotten home from a peaceful, heckle-free dinner with Evie.

  "Yeah, man. I do," I conceded distractedly as I sat at the end of the bed in the hotel room.

  "Jesus. Did I just hear you admit to being wrong?" Iain laughed.

  "Sure," I smirked, too tired to come up with a rebuttal. There was also the fact that I was distracted as all hell as I watched Evie wander out of the bathroom, freshly showered and hugging a towel to her tits. I failed to suppress my groan as I watched the towel droop as she let go of it to grab her toothbrush out of her bag on the couch.

  "Maddox."

  I ignored Iain to grin at Evie as she let the towel just fall the rest of the way to the floor, walking around the room ass naked.

  “Drew. Jesus,” Iain muttered, sounding both amused and disgusted. “Considering you’re openly groaning on the phone with me while undoubtedly watching Evie do something or another, I guess we can take this time to stop pretending that she isn’t actually your girlfriend. Right?”

  “Yeah, probably,” I said as I enjoyed my view of Evie leaning naked in the bathroom doorframe, smiling innocently at me as she brushed her teeth.

  “Thought so, prick,” Iain said with a snort. “Anyway, I’d give you a lecture on holding onto her for the sake of your career, but judging from how ridiculously lovey dovey you’ve sounded throughout this phone call, I don’t have to worry about that. I’ll just leave off on the fact that the Empires saw that L.A debacle as your crazy ass turning a new leaf. As far as I know, they’re pretty much sold that you’re a changed man,” he said. “So long story short, you're lucky as shit you had your girl that night, Maddox."

  That night. In general.

  "So, am I fully safe now or what?" I asked as Evie came back out in one of my T-shirts and a pair of black lace panties. I grinned when she climbed straight into my lap where she belonged, letting me wrap my arms around her and suck on her bottom lip as Iain answered my question.

  “You’re as safe as it gets, Drew. From what I’ve heard, the team’s no longer looking to make any moves before the trade deadline. Talks have pretty much slowed to a stop.”

  “Good to know,” I mumbled, barely listening now as Evie pushed me onto my back, rubbing my shoulders as she kissed me gently. “God, I could get used to this,” I murmured to her just as Iain cursed under his breath.

  “Alright, asshole, I’m not listening to you whisper sweet nothings all night. See you when you get back to New York.”

  I laughed when Iain hung up, tossing the phone aside and letting Evie massage my left forearm with both hands as she straddled me. I wanted to let my eyes roll back because it felt so damned good, but I didn’t want to miss the view. I narrowed my eyes at her as she simply smiled down at me.

  “What?” she giggled.

  “Nothing. Just wondering what I did to deserve you,” I replied. “Pretty sure I’ve been nothing but an asshole my whole life.”

  “Stop,” she said firmly, looking adorably annoyed. “Stop letting everyone else sum you up with a buzzword or a headline. You know you’re not the person they say, and you don’t have to bear this burden forever, Drew. I’m not saying you have to tell the world the truth about Tim and Pattie, but I’m just saying you should give yourself a break from being the bad guy.” Her eyes were locked on mine as she brought my fingertips to her lips, kissing them gently as she continued massaging my forearm. “You’re not that person, Drew. You have such a big heart. You have so much good in you, and I think you’ve always known that. But now you have one more voice to say it to you, so maybe…” Her eyes floated off as she shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe you’ll believe it now.”

  I looked up in her eyes, my heart aching in a way I’d never felt before, because it was a good ache. For the most part. It was an ache that made me wonder why it took so long for me to find this woman – why I’d been forced to go through so much pain and bullshit before God, or the universe or whoever it was gave me Evie.

  But then I thought about what she’d said that morning we had in my bed.

  Love is worth the risk. Even if it doesn’t pan out, it turns you a little closer in the right direction. Every time.

  I wasn’t sold the day she told me, but I definitely was now. And as I gazed up into her eyes, I tried to say those three words I’d never uttered to a soul in my adult life.

  I felt them. And I wanted to say them.

  “I don’t know what I’d do without you, Evie,” I finally murmured, my heart beating faster at just the look of the smile on her face. It wasn’t what I wanted to say, but I still meant it.

  Baby steps, I told myself.

  At the very least, I was getting a little bit closer.

  EVIE

  “Woman. You have to tell me everything,” Aly said as soon as I touched down in East Hampton.

  Literally the day I got back to New York from California, she insisted I take a damned helicopter from the city to the Hamptons, because apparently, that was the lifestyle she was now used to with Emmett. And, apparently, she “required” my company for a variety of reasons.

  “One, you must provide detailed reports on everything that went down between you and Drew in L.A because I saw the pictures and the video, and holy shit, woman,” she rambled a mile a minute as she drove me from the helipad to her house. “I took a whole day off to hear the juicy gossip so you better spill.”

  “You took a day off just to hear about stuff I’ve basically told you via text already?” I giggled.

  “Yes. Because I want to hear in detail how you managed to tame the Viking. Also, I need emotional support for a thing I have to do today.”

  I cocked my head at her curiously.

  “What thing?” I asked slowly, somehow already expecting what she was going to say before she said it. “Are you…?”

  “Pregnant?” she blurted, restlessly drumming her fingers on the wheel as we stopped at a l
ight. “Maybe. Hopefully.” She shoved her Ray Bans up her face as she turned to look at me. “Or not hopefully? Do I want to be pregnant before the wedding? I don’t know. I have no idea, and I’m freaking the fuck out.”

  “Aly, breathe,” I laughed, squeezing her shoulder till I heard her breathing normally again. “If your biggest concern is rocking a baby bump at your wedding, you’re in good shape. Don’t worry. We’ll figure this out together, and my L.A stories will keep you nice and distracted while you wait for the results. Okay?”

  “Yes. Perfect.”

  I knew it probably broke some sort of code, but I wound up showing Aly some of Drew’s texts to me since I’d gotten home. It was all I could do to get her to calm down as we sat on the floor of her bedroom waiting for the results on the pregnancy tests.

  “Holy shit, woman,” Aly murmured in awe as she read the last text Drew had sent me, that I already memorized by heart. I keep trying to pretend you’re in the stands. Tell me you’ll wait up for me when I get back on Sunday. I miss you like fucking crazy. “Evie… do you realize what a big deal it is for Drew to say that to someone?”

  I tried not to beam like a giddy idiot, but I could tell from the way Aly burst into giggles that I’d failed.

  “No wonder you’re not worried about that whole ‘I love you’ thing,” Aly mused as she reread the text.

  Right. The whole ‘I love you’ thing.

  “I don’t know why I said that,” I mumbled, thinking back on that unbelievable night. “I just… felt it in that moment.”

  “Which means you meant it, and you had every right to say it,” Aly reasoned gently, with a little shrug. “You’re not like him, Evie. You say what you feel without going through a million walls and filters.”

  “I guess,” I murmured, giving down at my hands in my lap. I had meant those three words when I said them, but it was easier for me to pretend they’d just slipped in the heat of the moment, especially since he didn’t say them back.