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I try to hide my smile and the blush blooming up my cheeks.

“Now you know,” he whispers. “You know how good it feels. Don’t let that night scare you, ruin you. I just…” He leans closer.

But before he can kiss me, a knock at the door startles us both.

“Sienna?” Dad’s voice calls out, muffled but close.

My eyes widen in panic, and I scramble to cover myself with the blanket. Eli slides under the bed in one fluid motion, disappearing just as the door creaks open.

Dad steps in, his brow furrowed with concern. “Just wanted to check on you before I head out.”

“I’m fine,” I say quickly, my voice tight.

He studies me for a moment before stepping closer, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “If you’re up for it, you should come watch the team. It’d be good to have you there.”

I nod, forcing a smile. “Maybe.”

“Alright.” He pauses at the door. “I’m so happy you’re home, Sienna.”

I grin. “Me, too, dad.”

He smiles back. “Let me know if you need anything, okay?”

“Okay.”

He leaves, closing the door softly behind him.

The second he’s gone, Eli crawls out from under the bed, his hair slightly disheveled.

“That was close,” he mutters, a grin tugging at his lips.

I glare at him, still clutching the blanket. “Yeah, you should probably go.” But as I say it, I wish he would stay.

He crouches beside the bed, his hand cupping my cheek. “Think about what I said, Sienna, okay?”

I don’t respond, but I don’t pull away either.

“I’ll get on my knees for you, over and over again, until you see how fucking hot it is,” he murmurs, his thumb brushing against my skin.

I inhale, nodding. A new understanding takes over.

And then, he’s gone, slipping out the window as quietly as he came.

I sit there, staring at the empty space he left behind, my body still buzzing and my mind spinning.

I’ve always known I had a thing for the naughty side of things, for the edge of it all. But maybe that was a fantasy. Maybe I need to actually trust the guy. Then I think about Caleb, and I know I don’t trust him. But knowing about his piercing, his size, and how he came all over my face, I’m suddenly confused by the way my pussy throbs at the thought of him.

And Eli? I don’t know if I can trust him, but he has me questioning everything. Maybe I let that night get to my head. Because it was kind of hot, wasn’t it? Eli wants to convince me that it was, and now I’m turned on at the thought.

I lay back on my bed and work my fingers against my clit. It feels so good already, so I keep my pace and let my mind wander. I imagine both Eli and Caleb worshipping me, edging and teasing me. The thought of the both of them in my bed has my orgasm building. I keep imagining both of them, what they would do to me. And when I think about the both of them coming on my face, I climax.

I spend the rest of the morning pacing my room, convincing myself that going to the game is the worst idea ever.

I mean, why would I? It’s just a hockey game. My dad doesn’tneedme there, and I sure as hell don’t need to see Eli Grayson skating around like he owns the rink.

Or Caleb McCabe being his usual asshole self.

Nope.