Page 54 of These Wicked Games (Wicked Sins #1)

He’s my home.

Exhaustion punches me. I don’t know why, but I fall to my knees in front of him.

It’s over. It’s really fucking over. The game.

My life with Tripp. The abuse. I don’t need to live in my father’s fucking shadow.

I have a new team, a new fucking life, with a man who cares about me. He does care about me, right?

I look up and watch him skate slowly toward me.

Oli looms above me, and my cheeks warm with the memory of being like this for him before.

For a moment he just watches me, and soft understanding flows between us.

I don’t know what he’s thinking, though.

Then he grabs either side of my helmet and shocks me to my fucking core, leaning down and kissing the top of it.

The arena falls silent, or maybe I’m plunged so deep into his ocean I can’t hear anything outside of us.

I feel tears burn, but I blink them back.

Finally Oli pulls back, then helps me up, and his large hand presses against my lower back, guiding me off the ice. The Phantoms have already left the ice. Everything feels so quiet. I don’t look around. I don’t even breathe.

All I do is feel.

Nothing matters but him and me.

My legs move slowly in the water. I reach my hand in, feeling the warmth against my fingers.

The slight buzz of the wine we’re drinking softens my mood.

After the game, Oli didn’t want to go out for drinks, and with one look at me I heard him loud and clear.

I watch Oli sit in his hot tub, naked. A much better use of our evening if you ask me.

“I just realized I don’t know where you live.

” He smiles. “I feel like I should know that.”

“Why? You wanna stalk me, Oli?” Sitting here feels nice.

My muscles are sore from the game tonight and I just want to relax.

Despite the chill of the winter air, it’s hot here in the water.

“I live in the Treadwell apartments on the other side of town. It was the only place I could find fast, with not a lot of paperwork. I didn’t have much when I left that night. ”

“Can I ask what happened?”

I swallow. I know eventually I’ll have to tell him. I want to, just . . . right now, with everything that’s happened, I don’t want Tripp to ruin the mood. “I will. Just not right now. Okay?”

“That’s fair.” He leans down, pulling me against him and kissing my neck. I let the softness of his kiss take my thoughts away. “Take these off,” he whispers, and tugs on my briefs. Humoring him, I lift up and allow him to pull them off. The warmth hugs my aching muscles. “Nice, right?”

I look up and watch the night sky, so black above, making the stars shine brighter. “Come over here.” Oli holds out his hand to me, and I take it, letting him pull me into his lap. Wrapping my arms around his shoulders, I can’t help the goofy smile that springs to my lips. “Kiss me.”

“Aren’t we demanding tonight.”

Ignoring my tease, he leans in, kissing my lips like he owns me. In a way he does. He definitely owns the feral side of me. We haven’t really put a label on what we’re doing, and most days he still pisses me off. Still, here in his arms with his lips on my skin, I have nowhere else I want to be.

My fingers dive into his hair and I deepen the kiss.

His tongue comes out to play, and I think of all the sinful things I want him to do to me.

It’s in the back of my mind to ask what we’re doing, but how can I ask him when I don’t even know myself?

Why ruin it? What we have is working and I don’t want to put pressure on him and ruin it.

“You taste so good,” he whispers against my lips.

His fingers grips my thighs, lifting me to wrap them around his waist. He wades us through the water before my back hits the wall.

“Are you sore?” Ignoring him, I pull him to me.

I can’t look away and I just shake my head.

I am a little, but I don’t care. The warmth is easing my muscles and I need him.

I wonder when this fire will burn out. It has to, right?

This scorching flame that burns inside me can’t last forever. But what if it does? “Kiss me, Dre. ”

I obey because my brain has been conditioned since meeting this man.

If I obey, I get rewards—big thick rewards.

His lips press against mine, and my stomach flips when he wraps his arms around me.

It’s intimate in a way I haven’t felt since we were in that car on the anniversary of his mother’s death.

I crave the raw aggression, but I’m starting to love the gentle touches too.

I should be freezing out here, but inside this hot tub I can’t feel any of the chill the oncoming winter is bringing.

Oli is warm, his arms locked around me, his hands gripping me.

It’s like every part of him refuses to let me go, and I bathe in the safety I feel right now.

If anything were to come fuck with me, I know Oli would protect me.

I know I don’t need him to save me, but I’ve spent my entire life fighting, and it’s nice to have someone help carry the weight. I don’t need Oli to fight my battles, but I know he’ll be there if I need backup.

“Why are you thinking so fucking loud?” Oli growls against my neck.

I pull back to look at him, his deep blue eyes swirling on me. “I’m the only one, right?” His nose flares and his jaw clenches, but I smile.

Oli shakes his head. “I only have the patience for one brat in my life.”

“I better keep you busy, then.” My legs fall on either side of his waist, I keep feeling the soft slide of his cock against mine. “Aren’t you going to ask me?”

“I know you’re not dumb enough to put someone else’s life at risk,” he all but growls. Gripping my chin hard between his fingers, he pulls my gaze to his. “I told you. If anyone puts their hands on you, I’m fucking breaking them.”

“You jealous, sexy bastard.” I cup his face, pressing slow kisses up the bridge of his nose.

I smirk, my cock flexing between us. Oli notices if the soft intake of breaths he's making when he rubs against me says anything.

I've never felt desire and need like this.

I feel like I could spend all day touching him, and it wouldn't be enough.

“That dancer at the club . . . I wanted to remove his fingers one by one. The way he touched you . . .” He shakes his head. “I wanted to kill him.”

“Yet you fucked that girl.”

“And it turned you on watching me.”

A tiny spark of possessiveness hits me. “What about the guy I brought home at the hotel room. You were listening, right?” All he does is nod, glaring right through me. “You jack off?”

“I wished it was your beautiful body rolling on top of me.”

While I know we’re teasing, I can’t help my fingers as they dive back into his hair.

He looks down, swallowing, before leaning in and kissing my neck, and my fingers clutch his damp hair, holding him to me. Reaching under our bodies, he grabs his cock, slapping between my cheeks with it as his other hand slips under the water, smoothing over my hole. “Are you tired?”

“No.” He blinks at me flatly. “I’m fine,” I say.

Lifting up a bit, I notch his cock to my hole.

“Wait,” he says, and gently moves me off him.

I want to argue, but I don’t know what he has planned.

“Go to that side. Turn around, ass up.” I move to the other side of the hot tub and rest against the small deck, my bottom half floating in the warm water.

I look behind me, watching Oli swim over to me.

“Spread your legs.” I shiver, listening as he holds me in his hands and spreads my thighs wider.

Oli leans in, laving my hole. He kisses—sucking, and licking—thrusting that wicked muscle inside me.

My arms start to shake.

Finally he lets up, sucking each of my balls into his mouth and pushing me more onto the deck.

My knees hit the seat inside the hot tub, giving him better access, and time melts away with each indulgent stroke of his tongue.

A finger slips in, and my arms shake as I hold myself up while he stretches me open.

With two fingers buried in my ass, he presses slow kisses up my spine until he nips at my neck.

“One of these days I’ll let you fuck me.

” I jolt, looking behind at him. That surprises me.

“I don’t want to do it yet, but soon, okay? ”

“You don’t have to. It’s okay. It’s not for everyone.”

“Oh, I’m not worried about it. I just don’t want to make you feel bad when you see how much better I am at bottoming than you are.”

“Dick.” I laugh, pushing his head away from my ass and guiding him back to his side of the tub.

He sits on the built-in seat. I lift up, grabbing him behind me and notching his cock to my softened hole.

He holds his cock steady, allowing me to wrap my arms around him as I impale myself on his length. “Holy shit, baby.”

“Mm,” Oli groans as I slide down carefully. “I love when you call me that,” he purrs, kissing my neck. I’m finally seated and need a breath. “So good, zayka . ”

My grip tightens in his hair as I begin to bounce. “I wish my mother had taught me Spanish, that way I could come up with a secret name to call you. Maybe I’ll look one up.”

“I can just google the meaning,” he chuckles. “I’m surprised you haven’t.” His mouth cuts off whatever I’m about to say, and I squeeze him tight, rolling my hips on him. “Are you alright? You’re not hurt?”

“Oli, I’ve taken men bigger than you. I’m fine.”

The tease does just want I want it to as he pulls back, furious.

“You know, sometimes I think I’m starting to like you, then you open your mouth.

” I laugh, but it’s cut off as he grabs my thighs and punches his hips up hard.

Fuck! My nails dig into his shoulders. Oli’s rough rhythm shuts off all my smartass comments.

Every time he thrusts into me he knocks that spot, and my skin starts to crackle with the electricity of my orgasm.

I’m lost to sensation. I claw at his hair as he fucks himself deeper inside me.

“You love it when I open my mouth.” I groan against his ear, fisting his hair as he fucks me.

“I love when my cock is stuffed so deep inside it you can’t speak,” he growls.

He fucks me slowly, and all I can do is hold on and submit myself to the wicked way he uses my body.

My face buries in his neck. Chlorine clings to his skin, but I can faintly smell that sweet musky scent I now associate him with.

He holds me steady, bringing me to the edge, and when I come I nearly confess something lethal.

Something that may end this. Something that could scare him away.

It’s on the tip of my tongue, though, and while I’m trying to shut the thought out of my mind, it’s still there hours later when we clean up and I find myself lying in his bed, wrapped up in his clothes, arms, and scent.

I think I’m falling in love with him.

No, that’s not right. I am.

I am in love with him.