Dirty Score, A Rough Riders Hockey Novel(17)
“You may be smart, but you’re epically clueless. So I’m being very serious and very clear for you. This isn’t about revenge. This is about reclaiming my life. And part of that is about holding you accountable for your promise. Making sure you follow through on our trade. This is about you being as loyal to me as you’ve always been to Tate and Joe for a change.”
“For a change? What does that mean? I’ve never been disloyal—”
“Are you going to try to tell me that purposely ignoring me for a year is showing loyalty?”
“Yes,” he said with absolute finality. “It was.”
“To Tate and Joe, maybe. Not to me.”
She had him there. He couldn’t think of anything to say.
“Exactly,” she said in his silence. “That’s why tonight is about you and me and one night together. That’s it. Don’t make it more complicated than it is. You’ve given Tate and Joe decades of your loyalty. All I want is one night. One full night of you, naked, in my bed, fucking me until you can’t fuck me anymore.”
Rafe’s breath whooshed out. His knees turned soft again, and for the second time in his life, he had to catch himself with a hand on the rail lining the elevator.
His vision grayed at the edges, probably because every ounce of blood in his body now resided in his cock. He was breathless, like he’d been skating sprints. Sweating like he’d been lifting weights. To keep himself from lunging for a woman he should think of as a sister, even though she was anything but, he gripped the bar on the wall with both hands.
“This is… What are you…” Sweat crept along his forehead. “Fuck, Mia…”
“There you go. Now we’re on the same page.” Reaching for his tie, she began working the knot open. “And let’s ditch these clothes, because I really am sick of the starch in my life.”
She leaned into him. Her flat belly rubbed his cock and launched a craving that clawed through his lower body.
“Oh yes,” she purred, rocking into him until he saw stars. “We are definitely on the same page.”
He was losing the battle. He felt the last threads of control slipping from his grasp. And Rafe’s mind transitioned from denial to damage control. But that tiny shift opened the floodgates on a desire unlike any he’d ever known before. “What…what about your brother?”
She laughed. “He’s not my type.”
“Mia.”
She glanced around the empty elevator. “Do you see my brother? I don’t see my brother.”
“What if he finds— Holy fuck.” He reached up and stilled her hands with one of his. “Kilbourne. Kilbourne is going to tell everyone—”
“You’ve got to be kidding me. Cole is going to be your best friend tomorrow.
If he does what I told him to do, he’s going to be taking Ashlee to bed in about half an hour and calling you the dumbass tomorrow for bailing. Just tell him if he talks, he won’t be getting any of your leftovers next time.”
She unbuttoned the top button of his shirt, and he cut a look at the numbers lighting the strip above the door. This had to be the slowest elevator ride in the history of the twenty-first century.
“You’re not talking like you,” he said. “You’re not acting like you.”
“You wouldn’t know, would you? You haven’t seen or spoken to me in a year. A lot can happen in a year.”
Ouch.. “Okay, I totally deserve that. But this isn’t—”
“As for Tate, I’m certainly not going to tell him about this. And neither are you. None of us needs the useless stress that would create. Don’t even get me started on the topic of how many of my friends he fucked during visits home after I left for college. Besides, we’re grown adults, Rafe. We can fuck whoever we want to fuck. I certainly don’t tell him who to—”
“Please stop saying that.” He couldn’t breathe.
She wrapped her arms behind his neck, leaned into him, and pulled his head down. Her breasts pillowed against his chest, full and soft. Her abdomen rested against his gut, flat and tight. Her hips pressed and rocked against his, rubbing against his cock.
He had never felt anything so heartbreakingly perfect in his entire life.
“What don’t you want me to say?” Her lips were a breath from his, her eyes hot, heavy lidded, and direct. “Fuck?” She said the word slowly. Deliberately. Softly. And Rafe couldn’t keep himself from watching her mouth move as she said the dirty word he preferred not to hear out of a woman’s mouth. A word that—coming from Mia—created flash-fire in his blood. “Does it turn you on to hear me say I want you to fuck me?”