Page 83 of Twisted Collide (Saints Of Redville #2)

“One game closer to the cup.” Mason raises his glass high, his grin wide and joyful. The crowd erupts around him. Clicking glasses and cheers filling the space.

With round one of the playoffs settled, the Saints are looking promising for another championship win this year.

Excitement courses through me, not just because of my job working for the team, but because of my dad and the fact that I’m madly in love with Dane.

Around me, everyone shouts with excitement. It's definitely chaotic, but it brings a smile to my face. After the last years, I welcome the feeling.

From the corner of my eye, I notice a gorgeous woman, dripping with confidence saunter up to Hudson.

My mouth drops open when she slips him a piece of paper, her movements smooth and deliberate.

Damn. That's one way to do it. Pretty brazen, but hey, good for her.

I can respect a girl for going for what they want, even if what they want is Hudson, they teams player. By the look on Hudson's face, he's not even surprised by the gesture, his smirk just widens as she turns and heads back to the table she came from.

“Damn, man, you’re not even talking, and you still get a number,” Mason teases, clapping Hudson on the back.

“Gross,” Molly mutters, her tone dripping with disdain as she crosses her arms at her chest.

Hudson grins, waving the paper in front of Molly’s face. “Don’t hate the player, hate the game.” His blue eyes sparkling with amusement.

My gaze darts between the two, instantly noticing how tight Molly's jaw is. For a moment, it looks like smoke might literally pour from her ears. “You’re such an ass,” she snaps, tossing her hair over her shoulder as she glances around the bar, clearly hunting for an escape route.

“You guys should just hook up already,” Mason says with a laugh.

“Over my dead body,” Dane growls from beside me, his tone sharp enough to cut glass.

I roll my eyes at his tough-guy act. Lord, I can’t imagine what it’s like for Molly to deal with him as her overprotective older brother.

“Got something to say, Hellfire?” Dane tilts his head down, his piercing gaze locking onto mine.

I square my shoulders, puffing out my chest. “Yeah. I do.”

“Damn, Sin, she’s got you by the balls,” Hudson says with a slow, mocking grin.

“Wilde, you don’t want to mess with me right now.” Dane aka Mr. Grump might love Hudson, but damn he's got a short fuse for his friend.

“Easy, boys. No fighting,” Mason interjects, raising his hands in mock surrender.

“Yeah, especially not over me and this idiot,” Molly says sharply.

I glance at Hudson, watching his expression shift. Her words land, and they hit hard. His cocky grin falters for just a second before he recovers, but I don’t miss it.

“Come on. Let’s go,” Dane says suddenly, stepping closer to me with a look that leaves no room for objection.

“Go? We just got here,” I protest, glancing at the still-buzzing crowd around us.

“I think . . . ” His hand reaches for mine and he leans in close, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. His voice is low and sends shivers down my spine. “I need to be alone with you.”

My mouth opens in an “oh,” the word hanging in the air between us.

“Yes. So let’s go.”

Before I can respond, he pulls away and takes my hand, leading me out of the bar.

“Not even a goodbye? I’m hurt,” Hudson calls after us.

I can’t help but laugh, the sound bubbling out of me as I follow Dane out of the bar. The brisk April air hits my face the moment we step outside. A shiver races down my spine, and Dane notices instantly. Without missing a beat, he shrugs off his coat and drapes it over my shoulders. I snuggle into it, the fabric still warm from his body, as he wraps his arm around me and pulls me close.

The walk to the hotel is a blur of hurried footsteps and laughter, as Dane moves faster than I’ve ever seen him off the ice, his urgency pulling giggles from my lips as we rush through the lobby and toward the room.

Once inside, he slams the door and descends on me like a lion stalking his prey.

"Clothes off, now."

I obey like the good girl I am.

Pulling off his coat, then my sweater, and kicking off my leggings at a speed I didn't know I was capable of.

Once naked, I look up and meet Dane's hungry gaze. His gaze dances over my skin, as a wicked smirk spreads across his face.

"Hands on the wall."

I turn, placing my hands on the wall as I wait. He doesn't make me wait long, before his hands are touching my skin, trailing down my back, and bending me over into the position he wants me in.

I shiver in anticipation, as he trails his hands across my skin until he's running his finger through my folds.

I'm dripping wet, it's near embarrassing how turned on I am, but as he breathes in, I know he loves what he does to me.

"Fuck, Hellfire." he groans as I hear the familiar sound of a zipper opening and then I feel the soft velvety head of his cock circling my skin.

I don't even have time to think before he's sliding all the way to the hilt, taking my breath away.

"Fuck, Hellfire," he repeats, pulling his hips back until his dick almost leaves my body and thrusting back in. "You feel so good."

"I love when you fuck me," I pant.

"Good. Cause I love when I do too." He pulls back, hovering just at the opening but not pushing back in.

"Please."

He circles the head again, but doesn't breach me.

My walls quiver with emptiness, desperately needing to feel him.

I need him. But, when he makes no move to give me what I want, I force his hand, pushing my hips all the way back until his cock fills me again.

"This is how I always want to be, deep inside you." His hips pull back, and he starts to fuck me at a faster clip. My whole body feels warm and tingly. With each thrust of his body, I know I'm getting close.

I'm not sure how much time passes, but my legs are jello, and my heart is galloping in my chest, but then I feel it, the sweet bliss only Dane can bring me.

As if on cue, Dane's own breathing picks up, his movements become faster and rougher.

"That's it come on my cock," he groans, as my inner walls convulse around him. My orgasm must set him off, because soon his cock is jerking inside of me.

A few seconds pass as we both get our bearings. Then Dane is kissing my shoulder.

"I love you, Hellfire."

"I love you, too."

And I do.

Always.

Then.

Now.

Forever.

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