Page 79 of Hockey Boy

“My father doesn’t buy that we’re in a relationship. Says it couldn’t be that serious, considering you just broke off your engagement.”

Aiden scans my face, silent, like he’s biting his tongue to keep from saying uncouth words about my father.

“So I was thinking,” I say as I tiptoe my fingers up his chest. “We really need to sell this relationship in public. Public dates, lots of PDA. Basically, I need you to act like you’re obsessed with me everywhere we go.”

Aiden’s lips tip up, and his eyes dance. Like the idea of faking it with me—an idea that sets my blood on fire and makes me giddy beyond belief—is the greatest thing he’s ever heard. “And when we’re in private?”

My toes curl at the huskiness of his voice. At the desire that floods through me even after spending the entire night being worked over by him.

“In private, we’re us. If you want to play, I’m game. There’s no faking orgasms.”

Aiden chuckles. “Oh, Princess, there’s no need for you to ever fake with me. Pretty sure I’ve already made that clear.”

Heart pounding in my chest, I close my eyes and smile. Visions of the next year play out in front of me. Laughing with Aiden. Dates with Aiden. Hanging out at home with Aiden. And sex, so much sex,with Aiden.

I clear my throat and tamp down on the euphoria sweeping through me. Playing it cool like he does. “So what do you say?”

With his teeth pressing down on his lip, he strokes my hair softly and trails his hands down my body. “To summarize, when I’m not by your side in public, worshiping you, waxing poetically about your beauty, showing the world that I’m crazy about you”—he squeezes my hip and sucks in an excited breath—“you want me to be in this bed.” With one finger, he traces a line across my stomach, then lower “Between these thighs.” He presses inside me without warning. “Working you over until you’re too tired to think, let alone worry about what anyone else thinks?” Still spearing me with one finger, he rolls my clit with his thumb.

I suck in a harsh breath. “Yeah, you think you can do that?”

With a low laugh, he continues to finger fuck me, reaching a spot inside me I can never quite get to myself. “Oh, Princess, I was made for this job. Forget Hockey Boy. The princess’s sex slave is a much more fitting title.”

“It does have a nice ring to it,” I pant, riding his hand.

He sinks his teeth into my shoulder, then laves at the spot, easing the sting. “You can test it out while I make you come.”

Gavin: Did you sleep all right in your new living quarters, princess?

Me: Slept like a king. Don’t call me princess.

Brooks: What makes you think he was referring to you? Maybe he was talking to Beckett.

Beckett: Ha. Like anyone would ever call me princess.

Gavin: Way too much of a duckhole for that name.

Beckett: Duck you.

Brooks: It’s getting a bit rowdy for 8 a.m., bros. Sara’s giving me the side eye.

Me: Want to ride to War’s together today?

Brooks: Yeah, Sar has been talking nonstop about how she and Lennox will be sisters soon.

Brooks: Don’t F this up.

Brooks: Sorry, Sara stole my phone.

Me: LOL. I don’t intend to F anything up.

Beckett: What’s at Wars?

Gavin: Aw, were you not invited?

Beckett: The Revs are playing today anyway. Can you take the older kids? That way, Liv only has to deal with the twins while I’m gone.

Gavin: On it.