Page 33 of Enticing the Enforcer
I don’t hesitate. “I’d have my mouth on you, not giving a fuck if anyone could see. I’d slide my fingers between your legs to see if you’re good and wet.”
Her cheeks turn pink and she swallows thickly. “A-and?”
I splay my hand across her lower back, pulling her an inch closer. “I’d get you somewhere quiet, alone. Spread you out where I can see you and lick your pussy until you cried my name out, begging me to stop, unable to take more.”
Beneath that black sweater I see the hard peaks of her nipples, tightening with every filthy word. The room has vanished around us, even though I know every single person is watching. Any question about who Ingrid came to see at the game is slowly being answered.
Her lips part, like she’s trying to catch her breath. I know I’ve pushed too far saying it out loud, half the damn team and their girlfriends are probably lip-reading, but I don’t care.
Her hand brushes mine, just barely, but it’s enough to light me up.
“You talk a big game, Parks,” she whispers, low enough only I can hear.
I grin, leaning in so my mouth grazes her ear. “Sweetheart, that’s the difference between me and those other guys littered across your past–I don’t just talk. I back up my words with actions.”
Her nails dig into my palm, and my pulse nearly snaps my veins open.
And just like that, the game’s changed.
But before I can make my next move, the music dims and Reese Cockblocker Cain, claps his hands over his head, calling for attention, and the music cuts. The noise dies down quick. When the captain speaks, everyone listens. He hops up on the stage where the DJ is set up and raises his beer like it’s a trophy.
“This season,” he says, voice carrying, “has been the best damn ride of my life. You all know how bad last year stung. Losing that championship–I felt like I’d let every single one of you down.” He pauses, grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. “But turns out, sometimes you gotta lose everything to figure out what really matters.”
The guys clap and hoot, and Reese holds up a hand for quiet. “Most of all, I need to thank the one person who made it happen. Twyler, you helped me get my head out of my ass and remindedme what fighting for something important actually looks like.” The cheers rise again, whistles and stomping feet, Twyler’s blue eyes are huge as the spotlight hits her. She’s not one for big gestures or attention. Reese barrels on anyway, raising his voice. “And I gotta give it up for the rest of you, too. Axel–our brick wall. You’ve carried us when we couldn’t get the puck in the net.” The crowd laughs, Axel bows like a showman. “Reid—always there to take the hits, and the main reason I still have all my teeth. That’s love, man. And Jefferson…” Reese looks right at me, grinning wide. “You’ve been the best friend and wing-man I could ask for, and I know your career’s just starting. Florida’s not ready for you, bro.”
The room erupts again, noise crashing over us. The mood shifts softer, warmer, less like a party and more like a family gathering. And while every eye is locked on Reese, I lean down, lips brushing Ingrid’s ear.
“Come with me.”
She blinks at me, startled, but the hum of approval around us keeps everyone’s attention fixed on the captain while he continues to go through the team’s roster, thanking everyone for their efforts. I lace my fingers through hers, tugging gently, and she doesn’t resist.
We slip off the edge of the crowd, weaving between bodies, unnoticed as Axel shouts another joke. Past the buffet, past the bar, and into the quieter stretch of the hotel’s hallway. My pulse is a steady drum in my ears as I tug her into a tucked-away alcove between the elevators and the coat check, a former payphone bank, shadows curling around us like a secret.
Finally, alone.
The second we’re out of sight, I pin her to the wall, my hands braced on either side of her head. Her breath hitches, and then my mouth is on hers, hungry and hot, like I’ve been holdingmyself back for too long. She tastes like champagne and heat, and when her lips part for me, I nearly lose it.
Her hands slide up my chest, fisting in the collar of my shirt, pulling me closer. Crowding her space, I want her to feel my full body, every line and how much I want her. My fingers skim down her sides, over her hips, before locking around her waist and dragging her tight against my erection. She gasps into my mouth, and it only makes me kiss her harder, deeper. I’m starving and she’s the only thing that can feed me.
“Fuck you feel so good, Angel,” I tell her, watching as her back arches off the wall, that tight body pressing closer into mine. I let my hand travel lower, fingers dipping under that teasing skirt. I cup her ass, grinding her up along my erection, wanting the friction. She moans, soft but desperate, and the sound shoots straight through me.
There’s no space between us now, just heat and want and the frantic slide of our mouths. Every kiss feels like it’s tearing me apart and putting me back together again.
“Angel,” I rasp against her mouth.
“God, Jefferson,” she whispers, kissing me like she’s starved, like she’s been waiting all night for this exact second.
I grab her thigh and hitch it up higher against my hip, my palm sliding back under her skirt. She’s warm. So fucking warm. My fingers trail up the inside of her leg, and she shivers, breaking the kiss just long enough to breathe, to tilt her head back against the wall.
“I’ve been dying to touch you,” I say, my voice rougher than I mean it to be. “All night. Knowing you were watching me on the ice…” My lips trace down her jaw, hot and open, until I find the spot under her ear that makes her tremble. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me.”
Her hips shift, pressing against mine, like she’s daring me to prove it.
“I think I do,” she whispers, dragging her nails down my chest, lower, until she brushes right over where my cock is threatening to split my pants. The pressure makes me groan into her throat.
I can’t stop. My hand slides higher, dragging her skirt up with it, my thumb grazing the edge of her panties. She arches into me, breath stuttering, eyes dark and blown wide when I pull back just enough to look at her.
“Tell me to stop,” I manage, even though every part of me is screaming to go further, faster. But she doesn’t. She shakes her head, lips curving in this sweet little smile that seals my fate.
