Score Her Heart: A Marriage of Convenience Hockey Romance (Philadelphia Bulldogs Book 2)

by Danica Flynn

  It was true, I did have hockey and couldn’t go, but maybe we could reschedule until after I made this stubborn woman fall in love with me. Maybe we could move it to the off-season. The only reason I was able to make her wedding was because it was during an unusual break in our schedule. Which she admitted to me she had done on purpose because she really wanted me to come. I knew her ex had insisted on a wedding during hockey season because he didn’t want me to attend. That guy hated me, but the joke was on him because now she was wearing my ring on her finger, not his.

  “Tomorrow. We were gonna go to Iceland. It’s fine; I’ll see if I can cancel and eat the cancellation fees. I mean, I’m on a deadline, so I’d probably spend more time in the hotel room anyway.” She dipped her head down. I didn’t like that sad look on her face.

  “I’ll take care of it,” I offered.

  The elevator dinged, and the three of us walked into it. Fi glared at me. “Don’t you dare. It’s fine.”

  Katherine waved her hand at her daughter. “Oh, honey, let him help. He’s your husband; let him provide for you.”

  “Mom, I didn’t marry him for his money. It’s fine,” she seethed through gritted teeth. I felt her grip my hand harder, her fingernails digging into the back of my hand, so I dropped it. She was stubborn, so I would let her handle it her way.

  Her mom changed the subject and asked me about the team’s season, and I dived into it, so Fi had a chance to cool down. I could tell she was still seriously hungover. I was a little bit too, and my workout this morning had been a nightmare, but I had to do it.

  We walked off the elevator and into the ballroom. Fi wandered away from me to get a coffee and talk to Katie and Ellen. Finnegan and their dad showed up in front of me, and Finnegan pulled me away from his parents.

  “What the fuck?” he asked.

  “What?”

  He glared at me, a look mimicking the one his sister had been giving me all morning. “So you married my sister?”

  I shrugged. “People have gotten married for dumber reasons.”

  “She’s still my sister.” He punched me in the arm. “Did she ask for a divorce yet?”

  I grimaced. “I convinced her to give it a shot. Was that stupid?”

  He had a shocked look on his face. “Oh my God. How long have you been in love with her?”

  I ran a hand down my face. I really didn’t want to be having this conversation with him.

  Fi eyed me from across the room, and I knew she was reading my discomfort. She walked over to us with two plates in her hands and shoved one at me.

  “Oy! Stop harassing my husband, you dick,” she said to her brother.

  Finnegan laughed and shook his head. “I don’t understand you two.”

  She ignored him and looked at me. “Come on, let’s go sit and eat.”

  Finnegan shook his head and walked away while I followed Fi to a table in confusion. Ellen stared me down with an amused look, but I nodded my head at her. I knew this was such a weird situation, but Fi was taking it like a champ, snapping at anyone who questioned why we got married and defending me to anyone that said something even slightly rude. I gripped her thigh underneath the table whenever she needed to be told to calm down.

  “How’s the team looking?” Ellen asked me.

  “Fucking awful,” Fi answered for me.

  I shot her an amused look. She shrugged and held her hands up. I rubbed my jaw, feeling the raw stubble of my facial hair starting to grow out. “Well…she’s not wrong,” I admitted.

  “But you have that new coach and that hot new goalie, right?” Ellen asked.

  I nodded. “Yeah, Metzy’s hot right now. We'll have to take it game by game.”

  Ellen made a face at me. “Are you just gonna give me media answers or real answers?”

  I laughed and took a sip of my coffee. “You know the answer to that.”

  She scoffed. “You two are the worst. I can’t believe you actually went through with this sham of a marriage.”

  “Thank you oh so much, Ellen,” Fi snarled.

  I hid my smile behind my hand, but I put my arm around her shoulder. “Play nice, Fi,” I whispered into her ear and gave her a gentle kiss on the neck.

  Ellen and Fi had a weird relationship. They fought a lot, and it was almost like they were more sisters than friends. I guess I understood Ellen’s concerns, but I didn’t want this to be a sham of a marriage. I wanted something real.

  Little by little, the guests started filtering out and saying goodbye to Fi, and soon we were free from all the hassles of wedding stuff. When we got back to the suite, she kicked off her shoes and dropped herself onto the couch in the living room.

  “I am so hungover. I think I’m gonna take a nap,” she told me.

  I sat on the couch next to her, pulled her head into my lap, and stroked her hair. “Okay, so when are you going back to Philly?”

  She groaned and sat up. “Right, I forgot. I have to deal with all the cancellation shit. When were you planning to go back?”

  “My flight’s tonight, but I can reschedule it.”

  “Oh, Riley, no. When do you need to be at the airport?”

  I waved her off. “It’s fine; I’ll reschedule. I can go back tomorrow; I have a practice that I need to be at.”

  She bit her lip but got up to pull her computer out of her bag on the floor. She spent the next couple of hours dealing with canceling everything while I looked up flights for us to go back to Philly tomorrow. I changed my flight and then ordered a seat next to mine going home so she could come along with me.

  “Oh my God, finally!” she said after hanging up the phone. “Now, I need to book a flight back to Philly.” She looked down at her phone, and I knew by the scowl that she saw the email I sent her. “Did you...ugh, you did not buy me a flight home!”

  “Yes…” I trailed off. “You were busy. Isn’t that what husbands are supposed to do?”

  She leaned against me. “Thank you. This has been a nightmare.”

  I pulled her into my side and kissed the top of her head. “I know. At least we have the rest of the day to ourselves. You should take that nap.”

  “So…you never answered my question,” she said, giving me a sly look.

  “Huh?”

  “This morning, I said you looked like you wanted to throw me on the counter and fuck my brains out. Did you?”

  Uhh…yes. Yes, I very much wanted to do that. Now I very much wanted to fuck her again here on the couch, on the kitchen table, in the shower, and then finally in the bed.

  “Riley?”

  I gulped. “Yes.”

  She laughed. “Knew it!”

  “Tease.”

  She smirked at me but stood up from the couch and walked over in front of the kitchen table. She stood with her hands on her hips and cocked an eyebrow.

  “Then fucking do it,” she dared.

  I stared at her for what felt like an entire minute. “What?”

  She crooked her finger at me. “What, you don’t want to fuck me? You don’t want to shove me up on this table and fuck me like a wild animal?”

  I curled my hand into fists at her crass words and exhaled. I stood up from the couch and walked across the room to where she stood. She was egging me on, but I was going to call her bluff. I wrapped one hand around the back of her neck, and the other went to her hand and placed it right on the straining zipper of my jeans. Then I kissed her hard. I smiled against her skin, traveling down her jaw and onto the side of her neck while she massaged me over my jeans.

  “Is this what you want?” I whispered against her ear.

  “Riley,” she whispered.

  “I think the question is, do you want me to fuck you?”

  “You know you didn’t have to marry me if you just wanted to fuck,” she huffed.

  “Um, you kind of had a long term boyfriend.”

  “True, who I should have broken up with sooner. But let’s not talk about him right now.”

  “Answer
the question, Fiona,” I urged.

  She ground herself against me, teasing me because I was already as hard as a rock. “Yes,” she breathed. “I want your cock inside me again. Give it to me hard.”

  I growled, placed both my hands on her waist, and lifted her up, so she was sitting on top of the kitchen table. Her hands hurriedly unbuckled my belt and unzipped my pants while I slid her shirt over her head and threw it across the room. I stepped back to shed my t-shirt and smirked at her drinking in my chest. She bit her lip and dug her nails into the wood of the table. God, it was fucking sexy. It was nice to be desired by her, and it turned me on even more when her fingers splayed across my chest and ran all the way down to the waistband of my boxers.

  “Hm…” I started while batting her hand away from diving in to grab my throbbing cock. “I still think you have too many clothes on.”

  She unclasped her bra and threw it at me, then shimmed out of her jeans and underwear. I stood back and looked at her, sitting on top of the table, all naked and waiting for me to give it to her. I kissed her again to distract her and slid two fingers inside her, my thumb brushing against her clit.

  “Aaron,” she moaned and shamelessly thrust herself into my hand like she was offering her sex up as a gift to me. One that I couldn’t wait to unwrap again.

  I kissed her neck and traveled down to her left breast, leaving kisses in my wake, and then swirled my tongue around the bud of her nipple. “I love when you say my name,” I mused against her breast. I smiled when she arched into me while I rotated kissing and sucking on her.

  “Riley?” she asked, confused. She started making the sexiest panting noise while my fingers worked her up. It was hotter than any fantasy I had ever dreamed up.

  I slipped a third finger inside her and moved to her other breast, pulling it into my mouth and sucking on it hard. Her breathing was ragged, so I knew she was about to come. I loved that I was able to give her such pleasure, and it was clear that she hadn’t been getting this before, which I guess stroked my ego a little bit. It also made me mad that the man who was supposed to have married her clearly never appreciated this amazing woman.

  “No, Aaron. No one calls me by my first name,” I explained in-between kisses down her chest.

  “Oh, you just like when I moan your name,” she teased, and I felt her hand try to reach down so she could stroke me.

  I batted her hand away again and ceased what I was doing. I smirked when she whimpered at the loss of my fingers. I looked her dead in the eyes and licked her off of my fingers one by one.

  “Oh, fuck. Aaron, please take me now,” she begged and grabbed my hips.

  “No,” I growled.

  “No?” she huffed.

  I dropped to my knees in front of her and pulled her slightly off the table. I pushed her knees further apart so I could see her in all her glory. She was shiny and wet, glistening with her need to be pleasured, and I was the man for the job. I licked my lips and grinned up at her.

  “No, I want you inside me,” she argued, but the protest died on her lips after my first lick.

  I remembered last night, how responsive she had been when I had eaten her out. It kind of got me off too. Although, that might be because this was one of my favorite things to do for a woman. I loved worshipping a woman’s body with my tongue and feeling the power of being the one to make her legs shake. If Fi wanted it all hot and rough right now, I wanted her to be begging for it. She whimpered above me while I explored the deepest parts of her with my tongue. Her legs shook, which only encouraged me to lick and suck her in a deliberate and slow manner. I lapped at her center and moaned quietly on her skin, enjoying the way she was thrashing around above me.

  “Please, baby,” she moaned while she shuddered through her pleasure.

  I had never been with a woman who called me baby, but I kind of liked it coming from Fi’s lips. Especially as she begged for my dick to be inside her.

  I gave her a couple final slow licks across her sensitive nub and smiled into her skin as she shuddered above me. I kissed the inside of her thigh and traveled back up her body. “Hold on, sweetheart. I need a condom.”

  “Aaron, it’s okay; I’m on the pill. Please give me your fucking cock,” she demanded.

  Hearing her beg for me was such a turn on, but remembering our conversation from this morning, I wasn’t trying to have an oops baby. Even if she was on the pill, I was okay with gloving up. I slid my boxers off and fisted my cock to make sure I was hard enough. Her eyes darted down to it, and she licked her lips like she wanted to put it in her mouth again. Oh, she wanted it, that was for sure, and I would have loved to shove my dick down her throat and have her swallow my come, but right now was about what she needed.

  Last night I didn’t want to hurt her, but she seemed to like it when I took charge. I was getting the distinct feeling that she enjoyed rough, passionate sex as much as I did. If she liked doggy-style as much as I did, maybe this marriage would work.

  I reached into my jeans and pulled out a condom from my wallet. I slowly rolled it on and watched her eyes get heavy with desire. I positioned myself between her legs and kissed her hard, my tongue darting into her mouth. She clawed at the back of my neck, gripping the short blond hair there while I thrust hard inside her in one quick motion. She wrapped her legs around the small of my back, and my hands went to her ass, digging into her soft skin. She moaned with each thrust, and holy fuck, I was fucking my best friend hard on top of a table in her honeymoon suite. And she was one hundred percent into it.

  “Fuck, Aaron, fuck me harder,” she begged between moans, digging her nails down my back so hard it kind of stung. I smiled at the sensation; I loved that shit.

  “Oh my God,” I muttered into her neck. “Love when you say my name and tell me what to do.”

  She gripped my bicep and moaned some more, which definitely encouraged me to keep going. I slammed into her harder and harder until she was moaning her orgasm into my chest. I loved feeling her slender hand wrap around my arm while she did. I loved that I made her feel that way. I felt her shudder against me, and she clutched my shoulders while she moaned right into my ear. I squeezed my eyes shut to focus on not coming right then and there.

  I pulled out of her, and she looked at me, surprised. “Hey, you didn’t—”

  Her words were cut off when I spun her around and leaned her over the table. She leaned up against the surface on her elbows and looked over her shoulder back at me, her eyes wild with desire. Oh, fuck yeah, she was so into this.

  I kissed up her spine until my lips were on her ear. “I’m not done with you yet,” I whispered.

  “Oh, fuck. Baby, yes,” she moaned, and I was pretty sure she didn’t know that she said that aloud.

  I ran my hand down her back and lightly swatted her ass, gauging if she would be okay with it. “Is that okay?” I asked.

  “Uh huh,” she mumbled.

  “Fiona…”

  “Aaron, you can spank me again. I…”

  A smile curled across my lips. “You what?”

  She looked back at me with a sheepish look, like she was embarrassed by it, which pissed me off. Why be embarrassed by what you liked in the bedroom? Fuck that noise. If my wife liked to take it from behind and have her ass spanked, I was going to give her exactly what she wanted. If she wanted to tie me up, I would do that too. And if she wanted to spank me? Well, shit, I would probably let her do that too. I would let this woman do whatever she wanted to do to me.

  “I like that,” she admitted.

  I grinned and slapped her ass again, this time a little harder. “Oh, yeah?”

  “Uh huh. You can do it harder…if you want. I like it…a lot.”

  I might have come just by hearing those words, but I didn’t slap her ass again. Instead, I gripped her hips and took her, the table shaking hard as I thrust into her with all my might. She moaned her encouragement for me to keep the hard and fast pace, and I pulled her further down the table so her lower half was
more accessible. I dipped a hand around her to rub her clit at the same time as I pumped in and out of her as hard as I could. I held onto her hips as she came undone on top of the table, and soon I joined her in ecstasy. The last thought as my brain was coming back into focus was that I wished she loved me like I loved her.

  Chapter Five

  FIONA

  When my brain came back online, I blinked and noticed that my chest was completely folded over the top of the table, and my cheek was pressed up against the wood. I felt Riley pull out of me, but his big hand lingered on my ass, rubbing one of the cheeks soothingly. I had to admit, it did sting a little when he had been slapping my ass, but at the same time, it was exhilarating. Eric never was interested in ways to spice up our sex life; it was rare if he wanted to do doggy-style, which pissed me off because the angle always made me come immediately. Actually, it was like the only way I could come. Okay, that wasn’t necessarily true, but it was my favorite position.

  “Sorry,” Riley offered in a quiet voice.

  I removed myself from the table and turned around to face him. “For what?” I asked, confused by the apology. What was he apologizing for? Giving me the best sex of my life?

  “You have a handprint on your ass,” he explained with a sly grin. “Was I too rough?”

  I shook my head slowly and started gathering up my clothes. He walked away to get rid of the condom, which was great because then I didn’t have to look him in the eye. The sex had been rough, but I fucking loved it. I liked a man who could take charge like that. Eric had always treated me like glass, like if he wasn’t gentle enough, I would break. I loved an aggressive alpha-male that liked to be in charge in bed. And I may have goaded Riley into that sex session because I wanted to know if last night was a drunken fluke. It certainly was not, and there was this thing digging its way inside my heart when he had apologized for being too rough. I still didn’t understand why he wanted this marriage to be real, but if sex with him was always going to be that passionate, maybe I could be persuaded to stick around.

  He walked back into the living room, still naked, his chest glistening with sweat. I couldn’t get over how sexy my best friend was or how he just fucked my brains out. He smiled as he crossed the room to me and placed a gentle kiss on my lips. “You okay?” he asked, running his hand across my face in a gentle caress.