New Game in Town(10)

Not giving himself time to dissect his anger at her hesitation, he decided it was time to teach Gina a lesson.



Gina felt a familiar blush heat her cheeks at Connor’s words. It didn’t take a genius to know that he was referring to more than just the jersey selection. Was he ever going to let her forget that he saw her secret list of sexual fantasies and possible sexual partners? And that he had been party to her very public orgasm while she crossed off the first item on said list? Judging by the mischievous twinkle in his eyes, that wasn’t going to happen anytime soon.

“Tell you what, we wouldn’t want anyone to accuse you of playing favorites. Why don’t I help you out,” Connor offered, wicked intent coloring his words.

Reading the name off her employee nametag, Connor flashed a dazzling smile at the store clerk and asked, “Brittany, do you have a scarf we can borrow?”

Her puzzled look mirrored Gina’s confusion. How was a scarf going to decide this?

“Yeah, for sure, Connor.” She gestured to a rack near the back of the store. “They are hanging next to the dressing room,” she replied, indicating a room tucked into the back corner of the store.

“Excellent, here, let me takes these off of your hands,” Connor said, reaching for the jerseys. “And I’ll help Gina from here.” His warm smile took some of the sting out of his dismissal. All too happy to comply with his every word, Brittany handed over the jerseys and returned to front of the store and began arranging merchandise before the arena opened to the fans for the game.

“Don’t you have a game to get ready for?” Gina’s irritation was evident.

Connor’s only answer was a cocky grin. A master at pulling strings with ease, Connor clutched Gina’s hand, pulling her toward the dressing room in the back. Along the way, he snagged a Reign Warriors scarf from the rack that Brittany had pointed to.

“What are you doing?” Gina demanded, uncomfortable when Connor crowded into the cramped room with her as he hung the two jerseys on a hook beside her head. The already small dressing room only seemed to shrink with Connor looming over her, practically sucking the air out of the tight room.

His easy-going smile disappeared, and instead, his face filled with wicked intent. Wrapping the scarf around his hands, he kicked the dressing room door closed with the back of his foot and looked down at her. “We’re going to try a little experiment.”

Connor’s words didn’t strike fear into her as much as his look of determination did.

Without further explanation, he stepped into her personal space and pulled the scarf tightly around her eyes. “What the hell are you doing?” she demanded, tense from being blindfolded.

Connor whispered, “Relax, this will be painless. You are going to learn which jersey you should have chosen right off the bat, baby.” His possessive words vibrated in a barely controlled anger. “And we’re going to cross off number two on your list.”

Her shocked gasp did little to dissuade him. Number two on her list was to have sex while blindfolded.

Gina was helpless to stop her hands from reaching out to him, landing on his chest to steady herself. Having her eyesight impaired by the blindfold only heightened her other senses. She could feel his heart beating steadily under her palms. She inhaled his clean scent of soap and light cologne as it cloaked her, his steady breath surrounded her while she was helpless to keep hers from catching when she felt his calloused fingers run seductively over her trembling lips.

Gina shuddered when she felt Connor’s hands slide down and grip her waist, drawing her against his chest. His lips fleetingly brushed across hers, causing her fingers to automatically curl into his dress shirt, gripping the well-defined muscles underneath.

“No…” she moaned, convincing neither of them that she meant for him to stop.

“Hmm, you need to get rid of some clothes to put on my jersey.” Connor wasted little time in running his long fingers up her waist, over her rib cage, lightly skimming the outsides of her aching breasts as he smoothed his hands over her shoulders, carefully drawing her jacket off her and letting it fall to the ground.

A spasm of need had her pussy clenching when she felt Connor maneuver his leg between hers, pushing her lightly against the wall behind her. Sandwiched so effectively, Gina was fully aware that Connor was as deeply aroused as she was, his erection pressing against the soft flesh of her stomach.

Gina knew she had to stop him. This was going too far. She couldn’t get any further involved with a man like Connor. After her previous disastrous relationships, she needed to keep her heart and her self-respect intact. She found Connor’s penetration into her psyche unsettling and extremely invasive. Although her life makeover left her with an increasing sense of self-confidence and power over her life, it was just too tenuous to take on a big gun like Connor. She needed to start off small, get involved with a man who left her with a feeling of power over herself and the situation. Connor definitely left her feeling powerless and that was just too dangerous for her.