Chapter 152
ROMAN-
I waited for her.
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Ethan and Blair were already in the seats. I had seen them come in. Olivia with them. All eyes in the building were on the floor, on me, on the tension of a game people had bet on. The crowd was loud. Excited.
I did not fucking care.
I cared about the text.
I had been awake all night obsessing over this exact moment. None of the noise had been louder than the promise I had sent from my phone.
Another taste. Before the game. For luck.
I sent another message the second I could slip off the court.
Locker room. Now.
Warm-ups were happening without me. That was okay. This was a warm-up too.
She showed five minutes later. I wasn’t sure what excuse she gave her brother but I was fucking glad to see her. To hold her. To touch her again.
The second I saw her I locked the locker room and pushed her up against my stall.
No greeting. No space. My mouth was on hers before the latch finished clicking.
Aggressive. Hungry. No slow start. She gasped into it and fisted my warmup shirt like she had been waiting in those seats as long as I had been waiting under the lights.
“Fuck. I missed you.”
“Me too.” It broke out of her when I cupped her breast through the thin fabric. Soft. Full. Mine for as long as this door stayed shut. I squeezed and she made a sound I felt in my cock.
“Your skirt is too short.” I growled and slid my hand underneath. Bare skin. No patience.
No panties?
Motherfucker.
What was she doing to me?
Warm. Smooth. Wet. Mine.
I kissed her harder, swallowing the next sound.
“I wore it for you.”
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I inwardly groaned.
Good girl”
We could not keep our hands off each other. Her fingers in my hair. Mine under her skirt, then gripping her ass and hauling her against me so she could feel how gone I already was.
She rolled her hips once and I almost forgot there was a building full of people above us.
I dropped to my knees.
The concrete was cold. She was not. I yanked her skirt down and put my mouth on her without a second thought. She was already so wet. I groaned against her and licked through it, then pushed my tongue inside her, fucking her with it while she grabbed my hair and tried not to make a sound that would echo too much.
“Roman-”
“Shhh.” I said it against her pussy and sucked her clit. Her hips jerked. I held her thighs open against the locker and ate her like I had a game to win and this was exactly what I needed to make it happen.
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She tasted like I remembered. No. She tasted better.There was a cute, little shake in her legs when I found the spot that made her cry out.
I slid two fingers in while my tongue worked. Tight. Wet. She clenched around me and I had to press my forehead to her stomach for a second so I would not stand up and break the one rule I was still clinging to. No sex. Not here. Not with Ethan in the building.
My mouth did not care about rules.
I fucked her with my fingers and sucked her pussy until she was shaking apart on my locker, my name on her mouth. I stayed there until she came apart. Licked her through it. Felt every pulse. Only then did 1 case back, breathing hard, jaw wet, and so fucking hard it hurt to stand.
I stood. I did not give her space.
I kissed her again so she could taste herself on my mouth.
She whimpered and reached for the waistband of my shorts. I caught her wrist. If she put her hand on me I was going to forget the game, the bets, the contract.
“Later,” I rasped against her lips. It did not sound like later. It sounded like a man bargaining with himself. “I have to go back before they start looking for me and find us here.”
She kissed my throat anyway. I let her. My hand was still under her shirt. Her other hand was still in my hair.
We were a mess.
I still could not stop touching her.
I leaned in so only she could hear.
“I’m definitely going to win after that.”
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Her eyes were wide. Red hair a mess. Cheeks flushed. Skirt crooked.
She looked like her pussy had been tongue-fucked and proud and mine in a way I still could not say in front of her brother sitting upstairs.
I fixed her clothes because she was shaking too much to do it herself. My knuckles brushed the inside of her thigh and she sucked in a breath. I almost dropped to my knees again.
I unlocked the door.
“Go sit with Ethan and Blair. Look normal.”
She let out a shaky laugh. “You first. You look like you had someone’s pussy on your face.”
I had. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
I walked back toward the tunnel with her taste in my mouth, the crowd noise rising, it was almost time to start the game.
I had a game to fucking win.
And I was going to win it.
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The Hockey Captam’s Unwanted Wife
Dex Morgan
Dex works to elevate each story with clean writing, emotional balance, and thoughtful flow for readers.