Page 43 of A Scoring Chance

“Yes.” She moans loudly, arching her back off the floor. Her legs wrap around my waist, pulling me closer to her. “But the question is: are you going to be a good boy?”

My cock hardens even further. Apparently, I have a praise kink of my own. Who knew? Unable to speak, I nod my head, grounding my cock into her. Her eyes drift shut as I kiss along her jaw before nipping softly at the spot behind her ear.

“Then be a good boy and eat my pussy like it’s your last meal.”

Saliva pools in my mouth at the idea of tasting her for the first time right on the floor. Not wanting to delay any longer, I catch the door with my foot and kick it shut. The moment I hear the lock clicking into place, my mouth is on hers again.

“Hey, Coop. You don’t have any—” My head snaps up to see Beau standing in the entryway, a beer in one hand and the television remote in the other, his lips pressed tightly together to suppress a smile. “I guess I should’ve told you I was stopping by to watch the game on your amazing television.”

“You fucking think?” I groan, dropping my head into the curve of her neck.

Fuck Beau and his cock-blocking timing. I didn’t want Beauty anywhere near my brother until we figured out whatever this was between us, but it seems the universe has other plans. I can’t say that I’m surprised. I don’t deserve any of this and I know it, but apparently, the universe wants to drive the point home. I know there’s no way I’m going to talk my way out of this one. Beau is gullible, but I doubt he’ll believe we are just friends based on what he just saw.

“I’m just going to…” He motions his thumb over his shoulder, eyes locked on Ramona pressed beneath me.

“You fucking do that,” I growl, my eyes never leaving his as he spins around quickly and heads back the way he came.

I sigh loudly. “And that’s my brother, Beau, who doesn’t know how to respect boundaries and locked doors.”

Beauty giggles softly as I press my lips to her forehead and push to my feet. “If you go to the left, you’ll find my room. Why don’t you take a shower and warm up while I get rid of this asshole? You’re welcome to anything in my drawers or closet.”

She takes my outstretched hand as I pull her to her feet. “Okay.”

I watch as she scurries toward the other portion of the house, away from Beau and the verbal ass-whooping he’s about to get. I find Beau exactly where I thought I would, in the study, parked in front of the 86-inch television, watching the Kraken spank the Avalanche.

“How the fuck did you get in here? I know for a fact I never gave you the code for this very reason.”

“You really need to stop making Dad’s birthday your code for everything.” Beau grabs a beer from a cooler placed on the floor and hands it to me. It seems he planned on being here for a while if he brought his own beer.

I accept the peace offering and take a long swig, trying to quench the emotions bubbling to the surface, a stark reminder of the demons I tried to bury for a short amount of time. No, not me. Ramona. Just having her near me made it easier to breathe around the pain and the guilt of what happened to my father.

“And before you ask, I planned to come over and watch the game since you’re supposed to still be in Redwood Falls.”

Fair enough. We haven’t spoken in the last few days, which is strange for us. We live in the same building, play for the same team, and have the same schedule. Not only is Beau my teammate and brother, but he’s also one of my best friends. But don’t tell Alise that. She doesn’t like to share the title.

“Don’t you have a television at home?”

“But yours is bigger,” he responds matter-of-factly. I’m going to need to add buying him a bigger television to my list of things to do this weekend. We both stare at the television, the announcer’s voice filling the silence before he speaks again. “So, who’s the girl?”

I open my mouth to respond but clamp it shut. I don’t want to tell him too much, but I need to give him something. “She’s one of my players’ parents.”

“Have you lost your fucking mind? Sleeping with a parent is never a good idea.”

I can’t say I didn’t expect this reaction. Beau is right, although I’ll never tell him that. Getting involved with a player’s parent is always a bad idea. If things end badly, Ramona could make my life a living hell with both the team and the hockeyclub. Not to mention she lives in my hometown. This could get messy quickly, but if I’m being honest with myself, I don’t give a shit. The chance to explore whatever this is between Ramona and me is worth all the risk.

“We aren’t sleeping together,” I grunt, taking another healthy pull from my beer.

“You would be right now if I weren’t here.”

Beau has a point, but the thing he doesn’t understand is that whatever was about to happen between us would be more than just a quick fuck. “Thanks for that.”

“You’re welcome, and I’m not sorry.” He places his beer on the coffee table in front of us before turning toward me. “Single moms come with extra baggage, Coop. Are you equipped to deal with that?”

“You’re making a bigger deal out of this than you need to.”

“Am I? I’m your brother, Cooper. The fact you called in a favor to Ollie and brought her to your condo tells me everything I need to know. You like her, maybe more than like her.”

“Remind me never to ask Ollie to keep a secret,” I grumble, setting my now-empty beer bottle next to his, my attention focused out the window.

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