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RHODES

I turn her around, too impatient to wait for her to follow my commands. I’m out of control, the adrenaline from the game still flowing through my veins in desperate search of a release.

She only makes it worse.

Or better?

I keep ahold of her wrists with one of my hands and move us over to the locker room door. I flick the lock, and as soon as the sound echoes throughout the empty space, my dick grows harder.

The showers come into view, and Sunny glances back at me.

Her sunshiny vibe is dimmed by something much hotter, and it’s enough to make me act out of character. Clearly.

There are multiple shower heads placed along the blue and black tiled area. As men, we don’t care about privacy, so there’s nothing but an open space I’m working with. We’re short on time, but with Ellie taken care of, I’m not in that much of a rush.

I drop her hands, but only for a second. Blood rushes to my fingertips with the need to touch her, kiss her, fuck her, all of it. Pulling the ribbon taut, I wrap it around her delicate wrists and pull them up above her head. I watch her the entire time, making sure she’s still with me and not revisiting an old memory that I wish I could erase from her head. Her white teeth sink into her bottom lip when she catches my eye. Oh, she’s with me alright. That flirty glint will haunt me for the rest of my life.

It takes me a few seconds to tie the ribbon into a knot around the shower head. With her arms above her head, it exposes her entire body for me to survey.

The only problem?

She isn’t naked.

I strip down into nothing but my boxers. A soft whimper falls in between us, and the things I want to do to her are worrisome.

It would take hours for me to touch her the way I want to.

We don’t have hours.

Every time we find ourselves in a compromised situation, we’re on borrowed time.

One of us is bound to put a stop to this eventually, and it won’t be me.

“Tell me to stop if you start to panic, okay?” I step close and cup her cheek. Her fluttering eyelashes tell me that she isn’t panicking. She’s the furthest thing from being afraid, and it means something to me that she trusts me to do this to her.

Why does that make me so happy?

I flick the button of her jeans through the hole and shimmy them down her smooth legs. “I wouldn’t want you to get your clothes wet,” I tease.

My heart falls to the pit of my stomach when I step back.

Holy hell.

She’s in nothing but panties and my jersey with her long chestnut waves spilling over her rising chest.

“I’ve gotta admit,” I say over my shoulder as I walk to the opposite shower. I turn the nozzle on and stare at her through the stream of water. “I’ve never been a fan of a woman wearing my number, but seeing you in nothing but my jersey sends me through the fucking roof.”

She shifts on her bare feet, and the sexiest little smile curves against her lips. She runs her hot gaze down my body as I step into the warm water.

Seeing her like this makes it hard to remember all the sweet parts about her.

It’s the best of both worlds.

She seems so innocent at times, but that look in her eye tells me she knows her body much better than I thought. My Sunshine wants to touch the sun again, and I’m here to give her just that.

After some taunting, of course.

A hiss of breath hits my ears when I strip my boxers.

Our eyes crash, and I grab onto my hard cock.

My muscles are still pumped full of energy from the game, and my veins bulge the harder I grip myself.

“Seeing you tied up like that does something to me.” I fling my hair out of my face and step out of the shower so she can see me better.

She swallows while staring at my moving hand.

I shift up and down slowly, watching her become winded.

Her shaky sigh is music to my ears.

“Something wrong, baby?” I tease.

Her gaze flies back to my face, and I grin. Those pretty cheeks of hers are red, and her cute nose scrunches with frustration. “Nope.”

My eyes flare. “I think you lie to me on purpose.”

I drop my hand and stalk over to her.

Steam begins to fill the open space, and little droplets of moisture cover her skin. I grab her around the waist and angle her closer to me with her hands still trapped above her head. I wanted her to watch me a little longer, get really worked up and beg me to touch her, but it seems like a punishment for me too, so I scrap that plan.

Skimming my hand down the side of her thigh, I grip it hard and wrap her leg around my waist.

The only thing separating us is her panties, and with my dick slick with water, it’d be so fucking easy to move them to the side and slide right into her.

“So soft,” I whisper, moving my mouth against her ear.

I’m hungry for her. So hungry I bite down on her earlobe and give it a tug with my teeth.

She arches into me as much as she can with her hands tied above her head.

My palm makes its way to her ass, and I give it a squeeze before slipping in between her legs and pressing onto her sweet, sweet cunt.

“Do you want me to touch you here?” I swipe my fingers against her panties, and she whimpers. “Or here?” I move up and flick her clit.

“Both.”

“Or maybe you want my mouth down there?”

I watch the dirty thoughts move through her head, and I see her breathing pick up.

I fall to my knees. “Mouth it is.”

I hook my fingers underneath her panties and pull them off swiftly.

She bucks with each flick of my tongue.

“ Rhodes ,” she whines.

I bite her thigh and fling her leg up onto my shoulder. I make a mistake and take a peek at her. Her head has fallen backward, and all I see are her wrists tied and her white-knuckling the shower head.

“Yes, solnechnyy svet?” There it is. That little pet name in Russian.

I skim my nose up her thigh, knowing damn well I’m teasing the hell out of her. Heat pools in between her legs, and she’s so wet I get lost. I lick and suck her clit into my mouth until I can’t stand it anymore. I press two fingers into her, and her hips start to move against my hand.

“That’s it, baby,” I encourage. “Let me hear you.”

I watch with rapt attention. Her body moves against my hand, and she moans. I move to kiss her, but she flicks her chin and stares at her hands trapped. “Untie me.”

I pause and raise a brow. “Untie you because you’re afraid, or untie you because you’re so turned on you can’t stand it?”

I wait for her safe word.

But it never comes.

Her warm eyes darken, and she moves herself faster over my hand.

I smirk and lean in to kiss her.

It’s a sloppy kiss. My tongue explores her mouth, and I wrap my other hand around her neck.

Not enough to send her into a fearful state but just enough to get her attention.

She constricts around my fingers.

Her moan is loud and hot.

“There it is.” I break away from her and watch her chase the high. “Look at you letting go for me…and while being tied up. Such a khoroshaya devochka .”

She explodes when I call her a good girl. Pleasure paints her face while she comes, and it puts me into a trance.

“I have never seen something more perfect in my fucking life,” I say in awe.

I love watching her come.

It sends me to a high that I've never reached before. Ever.

Why is this so good?

I have never in my life wanted to give the reins to a woman, but I could lie on this wet tiled floor and let her fuck me until the team came barging in the next morning for practice.

Unable to wait any longer, I pick up both of her legs and press her onto the tiled wall.

“That was one orgasm.” Every one of my muscles strains, even my voice. “Now you owe me two more.”

Her eyes flutter open, and I’m at her entrance.

I don’t have a condom.

But I don’t care.

With the way she opens her legs farther, I don’t think she does either.

I shove inside her and stop breathing. My head falls to her shoulder, and she rises up a little more, using the shower head as her anchor.

“ Fuck ,” I groan.

She’s so warm and tight. It’s a perfect fit.

I dig my fingers into her bare ass and move in and out as slowly as I possibly can without losing my control. My balls tighten when I bring my hands up to her waist, diving beneath the jersey. Her rib cage expands in my grip, and I suck on her neck before pulling back and whispering sweet nothings into her ear.

Actually, they’re not sweet.

They’re downright fucking dirty.

“You feel so…”—I pull back and slowly enter her again—“fucking good.”

She makes a noise in agreement. “So…”—her breaths are choppy—“do…you.” A whimper leaves her, and I think she’s winding up again. “How?” she whines. “I’ve never… I feel consumed by you.”

I grin against her neck. “I don’t fuck like normal men, Sunshine.”

A sweet moan leaves her, and I reach underneath her bra. I pinch her nipple, and it hardens against my palm.

“If someone is worth a fuck, she’s going to get my all.”

She’s worth so much more.

I’m out of control, possessive, and downright fucking addicted.

Her legs clamp onto me, and I move my hand to her other breast. I play with her nipple, and my name breathlessly falls from her lips.

“You’re fucking killing me,” I admit. “Each time I get a taste of you, I want more.”

I pull out of her, and her eyes flare. I shove into her quick and hard. She gasps, and I catch it with my mouth.

That’s right. You’re mine .

For the time being.

I kiss her like I mean it.

I kiss her like I own her mouth.

It’s possessive, and she can tell.

It makes her come, and it makes me high.

My pace picks up, and I can’t stop myself. I ram into her over and over again while her pussy squeezes the life out of me, and before I know it, I’m pulling out of her and coming onto the tiles behind her.

I finish myself off while digging my fingers into her side, and truth be told, I think I black out.

What the fuck was that?

I look at her, dick still in hand, come sliding down the wall slowly as our only audience.

“Well,” I rasp. “I think it’s safe to say you don’t mind being tied up any longer.”

An amused breath leaves her, and the color on her cheeks sends me into overdrive.

Sunny all tied up, freshly fucked with a shy smile on her face that I put there?

Yeah, this isn’t going to be the last time I touch her.

We can call it whatever the fuck we want, but the truth still stands: Whenever she wants to use me, I’m hers.

Not to mention, I owe her one more orgasm.