Page 53 of Hockey Boy
But the fluttering in my belly, the ache between my legs, and the pounding of my heart? This is the realest I’ve felt in years, and I don’t want it to end.
Not yet.
Aiden snaps his attention back to me, and in the darkened space lit only by the window he stands in front of, he’s nothing but a shadow. “What?”
“You promised you’d show me.” I step closer. “Pretend a little longer.”
He laughs. It’s a raspy sound, throaty and sexy, and it scratches at the darkest places inside me. “You want me to pretend? Pretend that the way he looks at you doesn’t grate on me? Or do you want me to pretend that you’re mine and I’m punishing you for even allowing him to speak to you?”
My chest heaves and my panties dampen. “That one.”
Aiden hovers close and runs the back of his fingers down my arm. I close my eyes and savor the way it feels to be touched by this man again.
“Pretend that the sight of him looking at you in this top made me want to gouge his eyes out?”
Eyes open again, I nod shakily. Goose bumps skitter across my skin in the wake of his gentle touch. The music gets louder, Ryder’s voice almost a taunt in this secret space.
Aiden clamps his teeth down on his bottom lip. “Turn around,” he grits out.
Desperate to stare into those soulful eyes and remain in this moment, I don’t obey.
Aiden shakes his head, his lips quirking up in a salacious smile. “Always the defiant one.” With his hand on my shoulder, he spins me around and forces me toward the curtain, closer to the music. He leads me right up against it, so close that the back of the curtain, which is a rough, muted-gray fabric unlike the soft velvet that faces the crowd, scratches at my skin. “You say it’s fake, but you’re mine until I say you aren’t.”
I swallow thickly and hold my head high. “UntilIsay it’s over.”
His dark chuckle rumbles against my skin as he lifts my hair and drags his nose against the slope of my neck. “It’s always you who does.”
My heart sinks.Thisis why he’s so angry. Why he shut down mid-conversation out there. The breakup. Why we ended. The discussions we never had. “Aiden, I?—”
“Shh, Princess, right now, we’re pretending. Though I bet there’s no pretending how wet you are right now, is there?”
The use of my father’s nickname is almost cruel, and yet I like how he’s taken the word and made it his.Made it filthy.
Is that deranged?
With the back of his hand, he parts the curtain so that light filters in. A cry threatens to bubble out of me. Dammit. I don’t want to leave this space. I want to stay with him. Cling tous.Even if we’re broken. Even if we’re fake.
But when that same hand falls against my breast and he squeezes, all worries fade.
“You hear his voice?” he whispers against my ear.
I nod, the movement jerky, and when he pinches my nipple, I gasp. He releases his hold quickly, then rubs soothing circles. “It’s for you.”
“What?” I pant as he teases his fingers along the waistband of my skirt. I’m ready to buck up for him, willing to do anything to get his hand between my legs.
“He’s singing for you, Princess. He came for you.” He bites down on my shoulder as he slips his hand into my panties. Then, without warning, he spears me with one finger. “But you onlycomefor me.”
A loud moan works its way out of me as I rock against him. The only thing louder is the sounds he makes with his fingers as hefucks me. I’m so wet from all the teasing he’s done, and he’s working so meticulously.
He suctions that hot mouth to my neck and alternates between biting and sucking. All the while, he works me over, adding another finger and rubbing his palm against my clit, giving me the exact amount of friction I need to grind against to get me so close to the edge I may cry if he doesn’t let me come.
“Please,” I beg, draping an arm around his neck. I need him to send me hurtling over the precipice. I turn my head, desperate to see his eyes, knowing that’s all it will take. It will also serve as a reminder that the man who’s acting just shy of cruel is Aiden—my Aiden—and he doesn’t really mean what he’s saying.
But he hooks his chin over my shoulder, locking my head in place so that I’m forced to watch the scene playing out between the slits of fabric. To focus on the man across the room who’s to blame for Aiden’s anger.
“I want you to watch him. Every time you look at him, I want you to think aboutmyfingers inside this greedy pussy. Every time you hear his voice, you’ll remembermywords as I teased this orgasm out of you. You’ll remember how it felt to bemine.”
As I explode, he clamps his free hand over my mouth, muffling my cries. “Now, now, Princess. Only I get to hear you come.”