Page 9 of Light It Up Red
“I got this,” she says as she tosses her shirt on the ground, right on top of the jersey she was wearing.
I bend down to dig my phone out of my pocket. “Before we get started again, I’m going to need you to put your number in here.” I unlock the screen and hand it over to her.
Lili’s brows draw down. “Why?”
“Because I’m not risking waking up in the morning, you not being here and me not having a way to contact you.”
“That happen often? Women leaving you in the middle of the night?” She smirks.
“It’s never happened, but like I said, I’m not taking chances with you.” I crawl onto the bed and sit in front of her. She’s on her knees, wearing nothing but a black lace bra. I lean forward, barely a breath between us. “Start typing, Lili.” I kiss my way across her collarbone as my hands reach behind her back and unclasp her bra.
She taps a few times before shoving my phone into my bare chest. “Here.”
I straighten up, look at the screen, and press call on her name. The trill of a ringing cell phone comes from somewhere on the floor.
Lili raises her brows at me. “Didn’t trust me?” She laughs.
“Just wanted to make sure you weren’t tryin’ to dodge me already, babe.” I hang up. “Besides, now you have my number too.” I drop my phone onto the bedside table.
“So can we get to the continued sexcapade part of the night now?”
“You want me to fuck you again, Lili?” I ask while running a hand down her right arm. The straps of her bra fall to her wrists.
“Yes, I do,” she says. Her chest pushes out slightly, in my direction. As if she’s offering herself up to me. An offering I’m not going to turn down.
The sound of my alarm blaring through the darkened room has me slapping an arm out and trying to turn the damn thing off. I finally manage to hit the button. I know I have to get up. No amount of sleeping in is worth the hell I’d get from coach if I’m late to morning skate.
“Argh, what is that?” a voice next to me asks.
I look over. She’s still here. “Sorry, alarm, babe. I have to go to work,” I tell her.
“You play hockey. Pretty sure there aren’t games scheduled at this ungodly hour,” she grunts.
“Practice happens every morning.” I roll over and kiss her forehead. “Make yourself at home. Feel free to stay and sleep. I’ll be back around lunchtime if you want to wait.”
“Mhmm,” Lili mumbles as she snuggles deeper into the covers.
I force myself to get out of bed. It’s never been fucking harder. I’d love to stay and go for round five with this woman. But the ice waits for no one. At least that’s what Coach likes to tell us.
Chapter Five
As soon as consciousness seeps in, I remember where I am. I peek an eye open and find the space next to me empty. A vague memory of Travis saying he had to go somewhere is there in the back of my mind.
He left me in his apartment. Either he’s extremely trusting or the guy’s an idiot. Probably both, considering he has no idea who I am and he left me here. Alone. The itch to get up and snoop is almost too much. I peer up at the ceiling. There are no obvious cameras that I can see. Although, remembering what I let this man do to my body last night, I probably should have been looking for those before I got naked.
Speaking of, I should also get up and get out of his place before he comes back. Save myself and him that awkward “morning after” conversation that I’m sure neither of us wants to have.
I throw the blankets aside, and the second my feet hit the floor, I feel it. The way he used my body. I’m sore, but in a good way. Like I’ve been thoroughly fucked. Because, let’s be honest, that’s exactly what Travis did to me last night. He came through on every single dirty promise he whispered into my ear.
I find my discarded clothes folded and placed on the single chair in the corner of his room. I really want a shower. I took one last night with Travis, but we did a lot more than just wash off in there. I put on my bra and then my shirt. Then I reach for my jeans and tug them up my thighs. My underwear is missing, not that I would have put them on again anyway. I bend down and search under the bed. They’re not there. I do find his jersey on the floor though. The same one I wore last night. So I pick it up and slide it over my head. When I look over, I see that my boots and socks are tucked neatly against the wall.
When did he have time to arrange all my stuff? I didn’t hear a single thing after he said he was going to work.
I grab my boots, figuring I can at the very least sneak up to the family penthouse and shower before going home. Make it to the open living room and freeze. There’s a woman in Travis’s kitchen.
Shit. Please tell me I didn’t fuck a married man. I’m not the other woman kind of girl.
She looks up. “Oh my.” Her hand comes to her chest. She’s an older woman, around my mom’s age. “I’m so sorry, darling. I didn’t know anyone was here.”
