Page 69 of Winning the Nightcap

“Evie, I…I didn’t thank you. For going to meet Bec. For bringing her here.”

“No thanks needed, Aiden. By the way, thanks for covering my bar tab.” She winks. “Charged to your room, I figured you wouldn’t mind.”

I chuckle in response. “I owe you a hell of a lot more than that. I’ll look for your text.”

Dropping my smile, I look over at Pete to see his dumbass staring at my sister, his eyes lit up with obvious attraction.

“Don’t piss me off, Matthews.”

“You don’t need to worry about me,” Pete concedes, chuckling over the rim of his drink. “Have a good night, Price.”

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“Hurry up,” Bec says, pushing me playfully while I fumble with the key card, dropping it on the floor of my hotel room as Bec backs me up to the wall just past the doorway, her hands forcefully pushing against my chest. When I hit the wall, I let out a small groan as she eagerly kisses and sucks on my neck.

“So demanding,” I say.

“And I’ll continue to be demanding the rest of the night.” She looks up at me smugly as she palms my hard cock through my pants. Wasting no time, Bec pulls my belt buckle loose with her other hand.

“Is that so? Tell me.” I grip Bec by her ass, digging my fingers into her cheeks, turning her to pin her against the hotel door, her body encased by mine. “What is it you want? I’m more than happy to give it to you.”

“I want the second baseman I watched all day to fuck me so hard I forget about the two weeks I had to spend without him.” My rigid dick swells and hardens even more hearing the filthy words coming out of Bec’s mouth. It feels amazing to be wanted. But to be wanted by her, to see and hear the way my body craves her is reciprocated only drives my need for her higher.

“I thought I sent you something to take care of yourself while I was gone,” I tease.

She pushes me off her unexpectedly, and I stumble backward a few steps, laughing.

“You’re right.” She shrugs. Her breathlessness and disheveled appearance contradicting the way she’s trying to come off as unaffected by the heat between us. “I should get back to my own hotel room and finish myself off since you were so generous to give me areplacement.”

I drop my chin, all joking forgotten. “Say that again.”

“Thank you for pointing out that Idon’tneed you.” She turns, reaching for the door handle, but I grab her wrist before she can open it and pin her back against the door once again, her hand above her head. I grab her other hand and hold them both firmly against the wood frame before leaning down to whisper in her ear.

“I’m going to show you just how much you fucking need me. Do you know how I know? Because of this,” I say, brushing the knuckles of my free hand over her blushing cheeks, her face flush with want. “Because of this.” I palm her breast and pinch her tight nipple throughher shirt while she gasps, her head dropping into the space between my neck and shoulder. “And because of this.” I slip my hand into her shorts, running two of my fingers through her soaked entrance.

“Oh fuck,” Bec pants, her head dropping back against the door frame, her eyes shut tight while I take my time exploring every wet inch of her.

“Look at me, Bec.” When she does, her eyes are heavy with lust and she bites her lower lip. The sight of her like this sends another bolt of arousal to my groin.

I lift my hand between us and take my fingers coated in her arousal into my mouth, sucking on the taste of her.

“This doesn’t taste like someone who doesn’t need me. This tastes like you need me as bad as I fucking need you. Every time I think about the look on your face when I’m making you come, I get so goddamn hard. I’m tired of fucking my fist thinking about it, Bec.”

“Jesus,” Bec moans.

“Our bodies speak a language I didn’t know until you. Now tell me you fucking need me so I can fuck that pussy like I’ve been craving for weeks now.”

“Fuck. I need you, Aiden,” she whimpers. Bec’s hands strain against where I still have them pinned with one hand, her hips grinding against my dick.

I release her and step back, reaching down to pull her shirt—my goddamn jersey—off her perfect body. Her lace bra does nothing to cover her nipples and I bend down to suck one into my mouth, giving it a bite.

Bec gasps and grips my hair, holding me to her, demanding more of the combination of pleasure with a little pain. “Don’t stop,” she says.

I don’t. I suck and lick and grip and taste her tits until she’s writhing against the door. She yanks my head back to kiss me fiercely and my body responds to her lust instantly.

I push my pants and briefs to the floor and step out of them while Bec tears off her shorts, thong, and bra. I still can’t believe she’s here. That she came here for me. Traveled all this way just to be with me for one night. I won’t waste a minute of the time we have together. I want her all night.

We collide again in a fit of clumsy limbs and greedy tongues. I lift Bec into my arms and lean us both against the door of my room, pressing the head of my cock to her slit.

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