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TWENTY-ONE

RILEY

I didn’t mean to start kissing Lexi when she got to my room, but now that I am, I can’t bring myself to stop.

She’s too distracting. Too fucking sexy when I guide her over to the couch and she moves across the cushions to straddle me, a leg on either side of my thighs. She grins when she runs her fingers through my hair, and I’m harder than I’ve been in months—fucking years, probably.

I’m in so much trouble. She’s barely touching me, and I’m thoroughly wrecked. God help me when she takes off her clothes.

“Should we talk about this some more?” I ask.

“We could.” She drags her nails down my chest and leaves a trail of red marks in her wake. “Or we could keep going and not talk. What else is there to say?”

“Okay, yes. Yes . I want to keep going, Lex, obviously . But…” I curl my fingers around her chin then tilt her head down to look at me. Her lipstick is smudged. Her eyes are wide, and she is so goddamn beautiful. “Are you… do we…” I trail off, not knowing what the hell I want to ask. “ Fuck .”

“That should definitely be on the list. Kissing and coming, remember?”

I laugh and rub my hand up her arm. She shivers and leans forward, and I reach out to pinch her nipple. She drops her head back and whines, and I’m six seconds away from ripping every piece of clothing off her body.

“Moment of honesty?” I ask, my brain finally catching up to my dick after having the woman of my dreams on top of me.

“Please,” she says.

“I haven’t been with anyone since…” I gesture at my lower body. “I haven’t touched myself either. This is ah, embarrassing, but it needs to be said. I don’t know if things will work how they’re supposed to work. I didn’t… I should’ve looked this stuff up online. Do I leave my leg on? Do I take it off?”

I feel vulnerable sharing this with her, but I need her to know what’s going on in my head. I don’t want to set her up for disappointment, and considering the logistics of how sex would work for me now hasn’t been on my radar. It hasn’t been in the realm of possibilities of things that might happen to me, but Lexi is looking at me with hooded eyes. She’s touching my face and stroking her thumb along my cheek, and maybe, maybe , we can figure this out together.

Trial and error and all that shit.

The heat between us cools. I’m afraid she’s going to politely rescind her offer. I’ll have to ask for a trade, because it’s going to be embarrassing as hell to walk out of here with my tail between my legs after her rejection and see her tomorrow.

“Riley,” she says, voice pitched low. “I want you to do whatever you’re comfortable with. If that means starting in one position and stopping halfway through to adjust, we’ll do that.”

“Are you sure?” I ask.

“Positive. I’m not turned off by your body. I don’t care about scars or prosthetics. I’d like to see you. And I want you to see me.” Lexi’s fingers curl around the hem of her shirt. She pulls it over her head, revealing a thin black bra strap that shows off her cleavage, and I whine. “If you want.”

“Christ.” My hands skate up and over her ribs. She’s smooth and warm under my palm, and my thumbs trace along the underside of her bra. “I want that so fucking bad.”

“I know I was the one who initiated this, but I need to tell you something.”

“Anything.”

“I’ve never been with any of the guys on the team. Ever,” she adds. “I’ve never been attracted to any of them. I’ve never used sex to get ahead. I don’t want you to think I run around?—”

“I’d never think that,” I say fiercely. “You work so hard, and you’re damn good at your job. Besides”—I hook my fingers in the strap of her bra and snap it against her skin, electrified when she lets out a sharp hiss—“I don’t have a lot of pull on the team. I’m bottom of the barrel right now. I’m not even technically on the roster, for fuck’s sake.”

“Okay. Good. You’re the only one I’ve ever…” She laughs. “Wow. The only one I’ve ever straddled in a hotel room.”

“Any regrets?”

“None so far.”

“What are your other rules, Lex? You’re in charge here. Tell me what you want and how you want it, and I’ll make it so fucking good for you.”

I’m not going to argue about the one-night stipulation. If it’s that or nothing, my choice is going to be her. Always. Because she’s moving her body and wiggling in my lap until the jut of my cock rubs against the seam of her leggings. Because she’s groaning. Rocking forward, her mouth inches from mine, and I’m not in the mood to argue.

I grab her hair again. I wrap the strands around my fist and kiss the corner of her mouth.

“I asked you a question, Lexi. Stop being needy and answer me.”

Her inhale is sharp enough to cut glass. She pulls back and I study her, searching for any sign I’ve gone too far. That I’ve pushed too hard, too soon, but when our eyes meet, I find a flush on her cheeks and on the top of her chest. Both her bra straps fall down her arms, and I wait for her to make the next move.

Lexi slowly takes her hands off me. She reaches behind her and I blink, watching her breasts spill free as her bra falls off.

Fuck .

Her tits are the perfect size, full and round, and I’d give just about anything to fuck her there. To cover her chest with my cum and write out my name so the lucky bastard who gets to have her after me knows who was there first.

“I’m going to be honest with you,” she says, and I blink again, everything around me blurry.

“About what?” I rasp.

It’s a wonder I haven’t combusted yet, and I’m terrified what it’s going to be like when I’m inside her, because this alone could do it for me. A couple thrusts, and I’d be finishing in my pants like I’m a prick with no self-control, and I wouldn’t give a shit.

“Men rarely make me come. I fake a lot of my orgasms. Almost all of them. After, I go home, and I finish the job with my vibrator.” She wraps her fingers around my wrist. She guides my hand to her neck and rests my palm there. “It’s okay if you can’t get me off. I’ll let you watch me fuck myself with the toy I keep in my suitcase.”

I’m going to hell.

I don’t stand a chance at redemption, and that’s fine by me.

I squeeze her neck, applying the faintest bit of pressure around her windpipe until her smile grows. “Get on the fucking bed, Lexi. And leave your leggings on. I bet I can find your clit without even getting you naked.”

She grins and jumps off me, heading for the bed on the far side of the room. She sits on the end of the mattress and I run my hand through my hair, needing a second. Needing a hundred fucking seconds, because I have to do this right.

I stand and slowly walk toward her. Lexi tracks my movements. Her eyes roam down my bare chest and to the front of my sweatpants. She reaches for me when I get close, and I cup her cheek.

“I don’t have any other rules. And no hard limits. One night. We keep this to ourselves after. We have fun. That’s it. I trust you,” she says, turning her head to kiss the center of my palm. “I meant what I said earlier, Riley. If something doesn’t feel right or you’re uncomfortable and you need a second, we’ll stop. I want you. So badly. And that means wanting all of you.”

I’m going to be obsessed with her after tonight, I just know it. A fucking goner, but that’s a problem for later. I’m too hard right now. I’m too fucking worked up from looking down at her swollen lips and her hair scattered everywhere.

“I want you too.” I climb on the mattress and hold myself above her. “Can I touch you?”

“Anywhere. Everywhere.” She arches her back and wraps her ankles around my waist. Her heels press into my spine, and I rest a hand on her hip. “Please.”

That’s all I need. I tease her, running my hand up her thigh then down her other leg. Her eyes close. She grips the sheets, twisting the comforter until it’s a tangled mess. When her mouth parts and I can tell she’s close to begging me, I press my thumb on her clit and rub a slow, lazy circle.

“Did I find it?” I nudge her thighs wider with my hips, crowding her space. I want to see her. I want to hear her and smell her. I want to be fucking consumed by her. “Or should I keep trying?”

“That—” She stutters out a breath and squeezes her eyes shut in a way that tells me she’s so damn stubborn. “You’re close.”

“Lying isn’t cute, Lexi.” I repeat the movement, shocked by how easy it feels to move my body around hers. “Did I find it?” I ask again, thumb pressing harder.

She’s wet. I can feel her through her leggings, and I’m tempted to rip the damn things off. I’m close to asking her to fuck my palm.

“Yes.” Her voice cracks. Her hold on the sheet wavers, and she lifts her hips. “Riley. Please .”

“Those other guys you were with don’t know the first thing about taking care of a woman, but me?” I drag my knuckles across her entrance. She cries out, and I smile. “But not me. I know exactly what you need.”

I don’t know where the hell my confidence is coming from, but I’m going to keep rolling with it. I circle her clit again and reach up, pinching a nipple between my thumb and forefinger. Her legs tip open wider and I lean over her, my teeth sinking into her bottom lip. She’s whispering something I’m going to pretend is my name, and I kiss her, just because I fucking can.

“You are—” Lexi stops. She swallows and opens her eyes. Her gaze is hazy, lustful. “An asshole.”

“An asshole?” I slow the circles I’m making and grin. “How?”

“You know you’re good at this.”

“You seem to be benefiting from it.”

“So are you.” Her palm settles on the front of my sweatpants, and she gives my hard length a gentle stroke. “You like this, don’t you?”

So fucking much. I’m in heaven. I could stay here forever. The only thing that would be better is having my head between her thighs, and I’m done drawing this out. I take a second to scoot down the mattress, eyes level with the seam of her leggings, and she tugs on my hair.

“I think I’m going to like everything with you,” I say, licking a hot swipe over the black nylon.

Lexi moans, a raspy sound that splits in half when I use my fingers too, finding the rhythm she likes—faster circles. Slower when I yank her leggings down and leave her underwear on, fucking her with my tongue over the lace and fogging up my glasses. I’m going to savor her when I taste her for real, naked and without anything between us.

She pulls on my hair again, and that makes me want to tie her hands up. If this was something longer than just tonight, I’d take my time. I’d slip a handcuff knot up her wrists to keep her in place and see how much I could push her. Maybe I’d attach her ankles to the end of the bed so she was spread open wide for me to enjoy whenever I wanted.

Fuck .

“I’m close,” she whispers, and she sounds mad about it. It makes me smile. “Can you—a little more— shit . Yeah. Right there.”

I press down on her stomach with my free hand. I want to watch her come. I want to watch while I pluck her apart, piece by piece, and when I tease my fingers against where I’m going to bury myself later, pressing against the lace of her underwear so I’m almost inside her, she detonates.

And I’ve never seen a more beautiful sight.

There’s a sheen of sweat on her brow. Her chest is heaving, and my name is falling from her mouth. It’s a chant of Riley and please , and it’s hot enough to make pre-cum leak from the tip of my cock.

“That’s it,” I murmur, her entire body reacting to the sensation of the orgasm. “That’s so good, Lexi. Look at you.”

It takes a minute for her to come down from the high. When she does, her limbs relax, and she settles against the mattress. I kiss the spot above her knee. Her thigh. Her hip bone and the tattoo she told me about, a small seashell no bigger than my thumb that’s sexy as hell.

I work my way up to her mouth, bumping my nose against hers and kissing her softly until her eyes flutter open and she touches my cheek with a smile.

“Wow.” She draws out the syllable like she wants to keep it to herself. “That was hot.”

“How’d I do?”

“I didn’t have to fake too much.”

“Brat.” I kiss her neck and run my tongue along the line of her throat. “You didn’t fake a second of that.”

“I can be very convincing.” Lexi drapes her arms around my neck and massages her thumb into my nape. I close my eyes and sigh. “That also wasn’t what I was expecting.”

“What were you expecting?”

“Something sweeter. Softer.” She brings her mouth to mine and kisses me, her tongue running along the path of my bottom lip. “Not so mind-blowing.”

“I’m happy I could deliver.” I splay my palm across her ribs and touch along the underside of her breast. They’re the perfect fucking size. Everything about her is perfect. “Are you doing okay?”

“I’m on top of the world.” Lexi kisses me again, and I can feel the truth behind the words. “Can I touch you now?”

“You don’t have to. I’m, uh… it’s going to be quick,” I admit. “Like, mocking-me worthy because of how short I’m going to last. If I can finish at all. We’ll see.”

“I don’t care about that.” She drops her hands to her chest and pushes her tits together. I wonder if that’s what she does when she’s alone. When she’s using her toy and thinking about something—or someone—specific while she gets off. “It means you’re enjoying being here with me.”

“Okay. Yeah. Um. That would… you can touch me.”

“Here.” Lexi sits up and scoots out from under me, patting the spot on the mattress she just occupied. “Lie down. Your legs must be killing you. I’m sure these are new positions you haven’t put your body in in a while.”

My quads are screaming at me, but I wasn’t going to ask her to hold off on her orgasm so I could stretch out my hip flexors. I’m not a selfish asshole.

“I’m okay,” I grit out, hoping she can’t see me wince as I get on my back. “Like I mentioned earlier, I haven’t been with anyone since my last test. Everything would come back negative.”

“For me too.” She watches me while I maneuver my hips and get comfortable, propping my head up on the pillows. “I’ve been too busy working with the stubborn hockey player who’s apparently an expert in female anatomy.”

“Science was always a favorite subject.”

When I’m settled, Lexi rubs her hands across my bare chest. She tugs on my sweatpants with a deliberate yank, pulling them halfway down my legs so she can take out my cock. Her fingers curl around my shaft and I groan, my left foot flexing and my right hand forming a fist when she strokes me up and down.

“Wow,” she whispers. “You’re so big.”

I smirk. “Think you can take all of me?”

“Easily. And everywhere you want to try.”

“Care to test that theory?”

Lexi brushes her hair out of her face. She bends from her hips and keeps her eyes locked on me as she lowers her head and sucks me into her mouth without blinking.