Page 46 of Fair Play
“Mm-hm.” I press a little harder, and a needy whimper escapes me.
“Then I’d shoot down your throat and make you swallow it all.”
“Rome…I’m so close.”
“Then I’d turn you over, set you on all fours…grab your hair and slam right in. You’d be nice and slick, warm and ready for my cock. Wouldn’t you, baby?”
“Fuck yes.” I pinch my clit with just the right amount of pressure and my body explodes. “Oh God, Rome!”
“That’s a good girl…coming all over my cock, squeezing nice and tight.”
Sweet Jesus.
What have I gotten myself into?
Chapter 16
Rome
Phone sex.
My ex and I used to dabble in it, but it was nowhere near as hot as what Billie and I have been doing the last few nights. The first couple of times it was me getting her off, but then last night she did all the talking, and I shot off so hard I made a mess everywhere. Totally worth it, though.
I don’t know what the hell we’re going to do when we get back to L.A. With Bodi underfoot, we’re never alone, and even if we are, there’s always a chance he’ll come home. We absolutely can’t have sex at the townhouse. Getting a hotel room wasn’t my first choice, but now that we’ve discussed it, that’s probably what we’ll do. We just have to be careful with it.
Both of us staying out all night? We might get away with it once, but multiple times? Bodi isn’t stupid. He’ll be suspicious and that’s the last thing either of us needs.
Not getting naked isn’t an option, though.
I get hard just thinking about her.
She’s not like the twenty-two-year-olds I remember dating in college. She’s smart and has a solid head on her shoulders. She works hard, and while there’s no mistaking the naughty streak in her, she knows what she’s doing. She has goals for the future, like finding her path in the business world.
And I don’t know where or if I fit into her dreams.
Once I get a real taste of her, it’s going to be a bitch to back pedal, and that would be a shitty thing to do to her anyway. The time to back off is now.
But I don’t want to.
Which means we’re most likely taking things to the next level.
I look across the locker room where Bodi is hanging out with Blake and Connor. He and Blake are best friends. They spend a lot of time together even though Bodi’s ridiculously single and Blake just got married. Rowan seems to adore Bodi, so the three of them spend time together as well. Bodi hasn’t even been on the team a year but he’s fit right in.
It’s different for me.
I’ve been here two months and don’t really hang out with anyone. My first week here, Shane, Teague and Chandler took me out. That was the night I met Billie. We had a good time but it was obvious we didn’t have a lot in common. They didn’t ask again, and I never brought it up.
Marty seems cool, but he’s a family man, completely in love with his supermodel fiancée and the life they’re building. Gabe Delugo is my age, but he’s made it clear this is probably his last season, and he’s married to the team owner, Harper Barrowman-Delugo. They had a baby not that long ago, so he’s another guy that doesn’t go out much.
Everyone else is either too young or too married, once again making me the locker room outcast.
In the past, it’s been acrimonious; here in L.A., everyone is pretty much indifferent. They’re not openly hostile or anything, but invitations to hang out aren’t forthcoming either.
“I need everyone to bring their A game,” Coach Vanek says, looking around. “The game against Columbus was lackluster. I know a bunch of you are hoping to make it to the Crimson Edge show tonight—but if I see a half-ass, distracted effort on the ice, I’ll put the lot of you on lockdown at the hotel. Am I understood?”
There’s a chorus of agreement around the room.
“And let’s see if we can get a little scrappy tonight.” He looks right at me. “I haven’t seen much grit the last couple of games.”
