Page 84 of Break the Ice
I know exactly where he’s headed. And it’s straight for me.
21. Marisse
Rafe finds me in the corridor outside the entrance to the sky boxes.
“Sugar!” he rumbles from the far end of the hall.
I’m given less than a second to react. Rafe grips me by the elbow without slowing down. I’m dragged alongside him, stumbling to keep up. He’s wearing the same dark expression he’d worn the night he’d hauled me off to the kitchen at Gourmande.
He takes us straight for the locker rooms.
What the hell have I done to piss him off this time?!
“Where are we—I’m not allowed in here!”
“Round four,” he grits out. “Rule number one, shut the fuck up and don’t make a sound.”
Easier said than done when I’m being wrenched into the player’s locker room. Even though it’s useless, I fight him on it anyway—I dig my heels into the ground and attempt to stop where I am.
Rafe’s not deterred even a little bit. He muscles through any protest of mine, ripping me off my flat footing so that I’m practically tripping over myself. We burst into the locker room to the surprised gape from one of his teammates.
Trent Schmidt rises from the bench with his brows knitted and his mouth bent in confusion. “Alpha, what are you?—”
“Get the fuck out.”
Four succinct words spoken in a throaty growl that leaves no room for dissent.
Trent Schmidt takes one look at me, then Rafe, then he does as he’s told. Rafe stalks him out of the room and twists the lock on the door. I’ve taken a few steps back by the time he whips around, ready to attack.
“Rafe,” I sputter, easing another precautionary step back, “I showed up to the game. I wore your jersey?—”
“You were with Blackman,” he growls with the ferocity of a feral animal. His long, thick fingers clamp shut on my forearms, and he flings me against the nearest locker, his body trapping me up against it. He holds me in place, leaving zero hope for escape. His eyes bore into mine, a devilish glint shining in his gold-tinted irises.
A look so sexy, so twisted, so fucking heated, that it’s cruel and unfair.
I don’t even pretend I’m not turned on.
I’m suddenly breathless, a shiver of arousal passing through me. I look him in the eye, rising to his challenge, tilting my chin in the process, and I prove why I’m his competitor. I’m the only one who can keep up with him and his insanity.
I’m the only one that doesn’t back down. Even when I’m prey about to be pounced on and torn to pieces.
“So what?” I ask. “If you’re waiting for an apology?—”
Rafe clenches a suffocating hand around my throat and smashes his lips to mine. Raw aggression mixes with desperate passion. We operate off instinct, our kisses hard and touches impatient and urgent. Rafe presses me up against the locker until the metal’s digging into my spine and I’m being consumed by his ravenous hunger.
My fingers card through his unruly chocolate strands. His lips kiss their way from my mouth to my jaw and finally my throat. His teeth nick and graze my skin, like he can’t control himself. His need for me is too great.
My jeans are yanked down my hips. He quickly ditches any of his gear, pulling out his rock hard dick. My moans silenced by his lips returning to mine. My feet leave the ground as he hoists me up, and suddenly, I’m banded around him.
I’m pinned into the locker, my thighs notched on his waist, and he’s slamming into me. I forget all about the rules and scream out at how immediately deep he goes.
But I’m given no time to revel in his hot, engorged dick inside me. Rafe’s withdrawing before I can even take another breath. He’s already working his hips, proving his athleticism, driving all the way to the hilt.
I grip the hard bulge of muscle on his arms and ride along with him. I’m bounced on his dick. His jersey I’m wearing rides up, naturally so long on me, exposing my bare thighs as he pumps into me. All explosive energy. All endless hunger.
My entire body quivers in response.
We fuck against the locker without a fuck to give. It doesn’t matter if the entire team is stuck outside in the corridor listening to the guttural sounds we make. Rafe and I have once again made up our own rules.
