Just not the one she wanted.
“I need to get my clothes.” The whine in Oriana’s tone made it clear she knew she wasn’t going to like what Dominik had planned. “Give me the sheet so I can—”
“No.” Dominik stood and took a step toward her, then another until she skirted back. The wall blocked her retreat. The door was too far.
Her chest rose and fell under her arms in time with her jerky breaths.
“Sit down. I’ll get you something to wear.”
Dominik walked out without waiting to see if she’d obey. She gave Sloan and Max a sweet, helpless look.
Max patted the bed. “Better do what the man says, honey. Don’t think you’ll like him taking you over his knee when there’s no pleasure involved.”
The way her eyes widened and her cheeks turned nice and pink, she liked the idea of Dominik’s hands on her ass. But the creases in her brow told Sloan she didn’t understand why she liked it.
I’ll show you, babe. He licked his bottom lip and watched her perch on the edge of the bed. Very soon.
She grabbed a pillow and hugged it to her chest.
When Dominik returned with a dress and some tights, she took them from him and laid them on the bed. Sloan grinned when she shook her head.
“I need a bra. And panties.”
“No you don’t.” Dominik rested his hip on the dresser and crossed his arms. “Consider yourself lucky that I don’t want you to get cold. If it was summer, you’d wear just the dress.”
“Jerk,” Oriana said under her breath. She yelped when Dominik crossed the room and shoved her onto her back. “Hey!”
Dominik folded her legs over her head and gave her a solid smack on the fleshy part of her already red ass.
“You son of a bitch! Let me go or I’m going to—” Another smack and she screamed something incoherent.
“Stop it, Mason!” Vanek shot to his feet and tackled Mason. White-faced, speaking through gritted teeth, he put his hand on Mason’s throat and raised his fist. “You hurt her, you bastard.”
Sloan grabbed Vanek before the boy could punch his long-time protector. His reaction sobered them all.
How could they have forgotten that he’d been raised by a single woman who’d gotten roughed up by several boyfriends? Sloan and Max might have known Dominik wasn’t giving Oriana anything she didn’t want, but Vanek saw it as abuse.
And Oriana’s reaction didn’t help. She dropped to her knees at Dominik’s side. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for this—”
“Don’t apologize to him!” Vanek struggled against the arm Sloan barred across his chest. “A woman should never be treated like that!”
Lips parted, Oriana looked up at Vanek. “He wasn’t really hurting me.” She ran her hand down Dominik’s chest, stood, then padded up to Vanek. Still naked, but the vulnerability was gone. “It stung a little, but Dominik was right. I was testing him. I wanted . . .” She shook her head and held out her hand. “Give me your hand, Tyler.”
Vanek’s shoulders hunched, and he reached out. Oriana guided his hand between her thighs.
“Fuck.” Vanek groaned and cupped her pussy, then wrapped an arm around her neck and pulled her against him. “You’re so wet.”
“Yes.” Oriana pulled Vanek’s shirt out of his jogging pants and lifted it up. When Vanek let her remove it, she pressed her breasts to his bare chest. “Do you think I’m a freak for enjoying that?”
“No.” Vanek stroked her, then lowered her to the bed and bent over her. “But I don’t understand.”
Heels on the edge of the mattress, Oriana spread her legs and let Vanek pump his fingers into her. She clawed at the sheets until Max grabbed her wrists and held them in one hand.
“Neither do I.” Oriana tossed her head from side to side, her hips rising to meet each plunge of Vanek’s fingers. “But I won’t deny what I need anymore. And I won’t let anyone else deny me either.”
The light scent of her arousal rose up to Sloan as he watched Vanek fuck her with his fingers. He was hard as hell, but, for the first time, he felt like he understood Max. The way Oriana unleashed her passions turned him on. She hadn’t surrendered to Vanek, but she had surrendered to her own desires. No one had forced her to give in to her nature; she’d done that all on her own.
Had to be the hottest thing he’d ever seen.
Chapter Twenty
“Wouldn’t think of it.” Tyler tugged his pants over his hips with one hand and took the condom Max handed him.
Oriana watched him roll the latex sheath over his dick, wishing he’d hurry. She couldn’t understand how she could want this again, but it didn’t matter. She did, and Tyler would give it to her. Nice and simple.
“So how should I . . . ?” Tyler positioned himself between her thighs, then wrapped his hands around her waist to slide her to the very edge of the bed. “Is Max holding you down enough? I can’t beat you like Mason did.”
“I don’t think I need—” She bit her lip, arching up as Tyler filled her. “This is . . . mmm, Tyler.”
“I love hearing you say my name.” Tyler hammered into her, his jaw clenched in a smile. “Say it again.”
“Very good, Vanek.” Dominik knelt behind Tyler, and she felt him take hold of her ankles, spreading her legs apart. “A bit of pain helps, but she needs to give up control more than anything.” She watched him push his shoulder against Tyler’s thighs, causing him to slam into her harder. “Take it from her.”
Suddenly nothing was between her and Dominik. In her mind it was him, deep inside her, taking everything she had to give. She tore her mind away from the image and focused on the man above her. Tyler was safe.
Why?
She gasped as her thighs were pushed farther apart. The answer wouldn’t come. Pleasure trapped her in the moment.
Tyler threw back his head and groaned. “I fucking love this, Oriana. Max and Mason holding you down for me. This pussy all mine.”
“Ugh!” Oriana rocked in time with each violent thrust. “D—Tyler!”
“Again!” Tyler clamped his hands around her waist and stopped moving when she simply moaned. “Say my name again!”
When she lifted her hips, he drew out.
“No, Tyler!”
“Hold her, Callahan.” Tyler swirled the slick tip of his dick through her folds while Sloan put one arm under her hips and the other over her stomach.
When Tyler thrust into her again, she clenched every muscle within, determined to hold him deep inside and milk him until he came.
“No, Oriana.” Tyler stopped moving and dropped his hands on either side of her head, sucking in air through his teeth. “I will not come before you do. Stop clenching down on me, or I’ll pull out and get you off with my mouth.”
“I’ll stop!” She whimpered when he slid out. “Please!”
He eased back into her, and her whole body tensed up. The way he dragged in and out of her made the already swollen tissues within sore. The men had been right, her body needed a break. But she would make sure Tyler enjoyed himself first.
“Don’t overdo it.” Dominik rammed his shoulder into Tyler’s ass when he stilled. “We were supposed to leave her alone today. Since you decided to go for it anyway, don’t push her too far.”
Tyler seized up and bowed his back. She was close, but not close enough to come before he did.
It’s okay; I like knowing I can . . .
Sloan reached between her and Vanek and V’d his fingers on either side of her clit. She tugged at her hands but couldn’t get them free. The friction of Sloan’s fingers rubbing that sensitive little nub jolted like the strike of a thousand tiny lightning bolts. She panted and her movements became as erratic as Tyler’s. And Sloan rubbed her a little harder, making quick little circles around her clit, speeding up when Tyler did, almost as though it was a race to see who would come first.
His words confirmed it. “If he comes before you do, Oriana, I’ll tie you to the bed and use T.J.’s vibrator on you unt
il I’m absolutely certain you’re sated.” He kissed her shoulder, then chuckled. “Can’t guarantee you’ll be able to walk afterward, though, bunny.”
“Don’t call—” The pulse deep within beat harder, harder. Not hers. The mushroomed head of Tyler’s dick seemed to swell even more with each plunge into her smoldering depths. “Tyler, slow down!”
Tyler grunted and buried his sweaty brow in the curve of her neck. “I can’t . . . Dominik won’t—”
Dominik’s laughter filled the air, strong and rich, tingling up her spine and drizzling over her soul. “I bet my Ken Dryden rookie card he comes first.”
Cheater! She tried to scowl at Dominik as he continued to ram his shoulder into the back of Tyler’s thighs, forcing him to continue his jarring pace. A pace Tyler couldn’t continue for long.
“You’re on.” Sloan pulled his hand out from between her and Tyler and licked the tips of his fingers. “Don’t disappoint me, honey.”
He dipped his hand back down and slicked his fingers over her clit.
* * * *
A buzzing from the floor distracted Sloan. He glanced over at his jeans on the floor and reached out with his free hand.
“Wanna pass me my cell, Perron?”
Max grinned and reached down without releasing Oriana. He flicked open the phone and held it to Sloan’s ear.
“Hello?”
Oriana and Vanek tensed against his hand.
“Is this a bad time?” His father sounded amused. “I can call back.”
“Naw, I’m just hanging out with the boys.” Thank god it was his father. This wasn’t the first time he’d called while Sloan played, and he was good at going along with the game. “What’s up?”
“I’m docked for the day. I was hoping you’d come down since your next game’s Tuesday.”
Groins and thighs clenched around his hand. Vanek cried out. Oriana muffled her screams in the heavy blue comforter rumpled up beside her.
“Love to.” Sloan withdrew his hand as it grew slick. He scrubbed it on the sheets. “I want you to meet someone anyway.”
“Sounds good. I’ll see you then.”
The dial tone sounded. Sloan smirked. Poor dad. He had an adventurous streak, but chose to act out on it by sailing the high seas. Investing in the lobster venture his father had spent years saving for kept him a little closer to Digby, but the urge to leave shores far behind overcame the man now and then. Sloan knew his father paid women for the rare pleasure he allowed himself. But it didn’t stop Sloan from tempting him. There were a couple of Dommes he’d met who would be perfect for his father.
If he could ever lure his father from his boat long enough.
“Guess we’ve got a draw,” Dominik said to Sloan as he straightened and thumped Vanek on the back.
Sloan gave Oriana a long look. Her eyes widened, and her throat worked as she gulped. He had a feeling she was recalling his threat.
“I guess so.” He let out a heavy sigh, then smiled as though he’d just had a fabulous thought.
Max picked up the white sheet folded at the bottom of the bed and wrapped it around Oriana, cuddling her against his side as she shivered. Vanek stumbled away from the bed and almost fell twice while trying to pull up his pants.
“Max, Coach just called. He wants you to . . .” T.J. paused in the doorway and shook his head. “What happened to giving the poor girl the day off?”
“She apparently didn’t need it.” Sloan pushed off the bed and leaned over Oriana. “I’ll go pour you a bath so you can clean up. Then you can come meet my dad.”
She grabbed the front of his boxers when he backed away. “Ask me, Sloan.”
Needed another lesson, did she? “Oriana, you don’t want me to—”
“Stop right there. I’m fine being submissive in bed, but I won’t let you boss me around all the time. Not for stuff like this.” She released his boxers with a snap and sat back on her heels. The blanket covered her enough that he could focus on her face. On her warm smile.
God, she was gorgeous. He realized he’d rather her come because she chose to anyway. “Will you come with me to Digby to meet my father? You can see his boat, and I’ll bring you to the lighthouse and—”
She pressed her fingers to his lips. “Yes. I’d love to.”
The tail end of T.J. and Max’s conversation wiped the goofy grin off his face.
“He wants to talk to me?” Max bared his teeth in a smile. “Good, ‘cause I’ve got a thing or two to say to him.”
“Max, don’t.” Oriana reached out, but Max rolled out of reach and off the bed, then grabbed his clothes.
In that state of mind, there’d be no talking to him. He didn’t even look at her before walking out.
“Shit, I didn’t realize he’d act like that.” T.J. glanced at Oriana. “I’d go with him, but I promised my daughter—”
“Your daughter . . . how old is she?”
“Just a few years younger than you.” T.J.’s lips slanted. “Which I hadn’t really thought about until she called.”
“Too weird for you?” Oriana gave him a sympathetic smile.
T.J. shrugged, then looked at Dominik. “Wanna make sure he doesn’t do anything stupid?”
“Sure.” Dominik took a step toward the door, then paused. “You know that little coffee shop around the corner from the forum?”
Oriana nodded.
“When you get back, I wanna take you there . . . if that’s okay?”
Master Mason, nicely asking a sub to go out with him. Would wonders never cease?
“I’d love to.” By the way she fought not to smile, she’d caught the effort Dominik put into asking and not telling. “But only if I get to choose my own clothes.”
“To the coffee shop? Done.” Dominik pointed at the clothes he’d given her earlier. “Today you wear these.”
When Dominik left to catch up with Max, Oriana stuck out her tongue, giggling when Sloan made a grab for her.
“I’m going to take a quick shower.” She evaded him at the last second. “Getting a bit tired of being manhandled.”
He crawled across the bed, slowly so she’d think he’d given up. “You’re a horrible liar. If you were tired of it, you’d stop tempting us.” He lurched forward, hauled her onto the bed, and pulled her under him. “Tell me when you’ve had enough.”
“I’ve had enough!” She gasped when his fingers grazed her ribs. “Really, Sloan, I need a break.”
“You sure?” He nibbled along her jaw, then kissed down her throat. “‘Cause I can keep you in this bed all day.”
“No, you . . .” Oriana let her words trail off. “I want to meet your father. He sounds great.”
Sloan’s brow furrowed. He pushed to his feet, then helped her up.
“He is,” Sloan said. “But he’s nothing like the snobs you’re used to.”
“The snobs I’m . . .” Oriana threw up her hands and stomped across the room. “I’ll have you know, most of the people I hang out with are students, and none of them are snobs.” Her chin jutted out. “And neither am I.”
When she slammed the door, Sloan winced. Now why the hell had he said that?
So much for having a pleasant day getting better acquainted. He thought of the three-hour drive ahead of them.
It was going to be a long trip.
Chapter Twenty-One
“So he said, ‘Look, you little punk, if you don’t want your brains splattered all over the ice, you’ll stay the hell away from my goaltender.’”
Leaning forward, Oriana gave a sharp inhale. “Thornton? From Minnesota? He’s what, almost a foot taller than you? Weren’t you worried that you’d get creamed?”
Vanek draped his arm across the backseat and toyed with Oriana’s hair. “Naw, I knew I could take him.”
“So what did you do?”
Sloan couldn’t help but grin as Vanek embellished the tale. The tension between him and Oriana had grown slack at some point between Vanek’s excited minor league chatter a
nd his colorful retelling of his first days as a pro. The boy made it very hard to stay in a bad mood.
“. . . well, then Thornton picked my pocket and shot toward the net. Giroux had him covered, and he didn’t have any backup. I could tell he was gonna plow our goaltender—like a revenge thing. So I sped up, overtook him, and rammed into him with a good, solid hip check. Never seen such a big man fly so high. He landed in a heap, and Giroux gloved the puck.”
“Nice.” Oriana rubbed her hands together, then motioned for him to go on.
“Well, the ref blew the whistle, and Thornton came at me. He dropped his gloves and tore off my helmet. I didn’t have time to react before his ham-sized fist was in my face.” He paused for effect. “But he didn’t get one hit. Mason spun him around and clocked him right between the eyes. One punch. KO. Callahan and Perron had to drag Mason back before he kept hitting the guy. He completely lost it.”
“I wish I could have seen that.” Oriana ducked her head when Sloan arched a brow at her through the rearview mirror. “I don’t mean Dominik losing it. I mean the game. Sounds like good, old-school hockey.”
Hell, could a man fall in love with a girl just for sharing his greatest passion? He could almost laugh at the notion, if only he didn’t feel something building between them.
Whatever it was, it would go nowhere if he kept acting bipolar around her.
“What Vanek fails to mention is what a cocky rookie he was. And still is.” Sloan drummed his fingers in time to the music, which was turned low so as not to drown out conversation. “I don’t usually have patience with new kids being that arrogant, but he plays good enough to back up all the bragging.”
“It’s too bad the Cobras don’t have more than one good scoring line. You might be cup contenders.” Oriana sighed and fiddled with the buttons on her jacket. “If Nova Scotia had the population, the team would thrive.”
“Aw, none of us is really worried about it. If the team goes belly up, we’ve got the stats to get picked up by a bigger team.” Vanek took her hands and kissed her knuckles. “I’d give my left nut to get a contract with the Habs.”
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