Page 116 of Rules Of Our Own

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Page 116 of Rules Of Our Own

The second I can get the two of them back in bed, I’m forcing them to take a fucking nap.Guy’s got to rest.

“Here,” River says from beside me, and I peel open one eye. He’s holding a damp cloth and a bottle of water. It’s fucking adorable.

I gulp down half the water, never breaking our stare, and a cheesy grin forms on my face when I spot the pink flush crawling over his cheeks.

I run my tongue over the bottle spout and marvel at the way River’s eyes darken, pupils blown. I lick it again, and he groans, throwing the cloth.

I catch it millimeters from my face, busting out in a laugh, and give him a wink. “Thanks for taking care of me.”

He leans in closer, closer than he should be while we’re surrounded by our teammates, and there’s a low rumble in his chest. “Always, Baby.”

My dick’s instantly hard, and I have to shift my legs to hide the giant tent in my boxers. Fuck me. He’s really getting off on this.

A hand lands hard on my opposite shoulder, and I shoot a glare at whoever the hell’s touching me.

“You two aren’t subtle.” Lucas looks around the locker room, where all the other guys are purposely not looking at us. It’s my turn to blush. “I can practically feel the vibe coming off the two of you.”

I shrug him off. “Whatever, buddy. Good practice out there.”

Lucas had been on fire on the ice. Nice crisp passes, massive speed, he’s a fucking beast in the arena. “Thanks. So Piper tells me Mia’s got some kind of black-tie event?”

“Yeah?” I hedge.

“You going?”

“We’re going,” River responds immediately. Turns out it’s easy to get an invite if you donate enough.

“Good,” Lucas says, a fucking devious look on his face. I absolutely don’t want to know what it’s about before he smirks at us. “Did you get her a dress?”

“Um, no? Should we have?” I ask.

Lucas’s brows pull together in pure judgment. “Your girl is broke. Get her a fucking dress.”

River cuts in, surprising me. “I already have a plan.”

My attention snaps to him. “You do?”

“Wedo,” he clarifies, a small smile curling the side of his mouth.

* * *

“Not a chance.” I grasp Mia’s hand before she can pull her blindfold off.

She’s twisting her neck, as if a different angle will allow her to see where we’re going. “Is this necessary?”

River’s sitting on the opposite side of her in the black sedan and leans in so his mouth brushes her ear. “You’re doing so well, Love. Just a little longer.”

Fuck me. A shiver runs through Mia, and my dick’s rock fucking hard. I glare at him, and he gives me this mischievous grin that knocks the air from my lungs. I almost rip Mia’s blindfold off so she can see what we’ve done to our reserved boyfriend. Not that he’s ever called himself that.

We pull up to an old brick building that houses the luxury dress shop. It has these looming columns covered in vines, leaves and moss that look like they’ve been carved in marble. Orange sunlight flickers against their tall, arched glass windows.

River gets out first, reaching in to help guide Mia after him, and I follow, bracing her back as she finds her footing on the sidewalk.

“Can we take this thing off now?” she asks, a delicious pout on her lips.

“Only if you promise to put it back on later,” I murmur against her neck and smile as her skin erupts in goose bumps. Oh, our girl likes that.

“I don’t know. I kinda want to see River use it to tie you up,” she purrs, and my eyes snap to River’s heated ones.




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