Dirty Score, A Rough Riders Hockey Novel

by Skye Jordan

  “Why? Just so I can humiliate myself again? Forget it. And don’t tell me what to do. I’m sick of you and Tate throwing your weight around. If you didn’t hear what I said the first time, too damn bad.”

  He pulled her in for another kiss. This time, she pushed at his chest. But he wrapped his free arm around her waist and hauled her off her feet.

  She turned her head to escape his mouth. “Rafe—”

  He dropped to the sofa, pulled her in to straddle across his lap, and held her there.

  “I’m not going anywhere,” he told her.

  “Then you’re going to have another black eye soon, because if Tate walks in on us like this, he’s going to go ape shit—talk with Joe or no talk with Joe.”

  “So you did come to fuck me out of your system,” he said, ignoring her warning. His eyes were narrowed and intense, and she couldn’t read him. And those stupid kisses were messing up everything.

  “You have a hearing problem…among others.”

  He huffed a laugh, and his lips quirked on one side, but it wasn’t a smile. His eyes were still dark as they lowered to her mouth. “I always did love that smart mouth of yours.” He lifted a hand to her face and ran his thumb over her lips. A rough, slow rub that pulled her mouth open. “Such a dirty, sassy, smart mouth.”

  His thumb moved across her cheek, but he didn’t meet her eyes. His cock was right where it should be, riding the heat between her legs. And he was hard. His expression, his voice, his touch, everything about him told her he was hungry. And her body was conducting a mutiny. She wanted him worse right now, even hurt and pissed off, than she ever had—including their first night. Because now she knew exactly how much pleasure he could deliver. Now she had memories of his passion. And it took every sliver of resistance not to rock her hips against him. Not to bend her head and taste him.

  “Did it work?” His question was low and rough.

  “What?” She frowned, pushing against his chest to lean away. “What are you—”

  His gaze cut to hers, deliberate and hot. “Did it work? Did you fuck me out of your system?” He waited only a heartbeat to continue. “Because you are infused in my blood.”

  “That’s lust, Rafe. You should recognize it by now. And it’s not what I want anymore. It’s not enough. I may want you, but I don’t like you right now. And honestly, anyone who could pull away from me so completely for so long, as if I didn’t exist, doesn’t even deserve any part of me.”

  “I did that because I had to,” he snapped. “Because talking to you and seeing you got too hard. I knew I’d never be able to have you all to myself with this twisted little family we’ve created. I couldn’t stand seeing you with other guys when you came to town. And I couldn’t stand the way you turned away from me and went running to your boyfriends when not one of them was there for you the way I was. That night in New York, I realized my expectations were way out of whack. And I knew I had to put some distance between us. The fact that you were mad at me over it only helped.”

  His anger turned sullen, and Mia’s mind darted to the last time she’d seen him. To the week from hell in her previous apprenticeship and how she’d called him in a moment of weakness when her boyfriend at the time had been too busy at work to take her call. Then her mind jumped forward, to the way he’d shown up in New York that very night to make sure she was okay, only to have her boyfriend show up fifteen minutes later.

  Before she lashed out at him for not telling her how he felt, she caught herself. He couldn’t tell her. Not without messing things up in their family. Just another illustration of how Tate and Joe always came first. In this case, he’d also been thinking of Mia. She knew him, and she knew Rafe wouldn’t have wanted to mess up her relationship with Tate and Joe either.

  His hand slid around the back of her neck and into her hair. It felt so good, Mia’s eyes closed. All her anger waned, and desire spiked in its place. She couldn’t change him. She didn’t even want to. His loyalty was one of the things that made him Rafe. One of the things that made her love him. She only wished…

  It was stupid to wish. She felt like she’d been wishing her whole life.

  She had to stop wishing and just accept reality.

  He shifted beneath her, rubbing against her, reminding her that this was her current reality. And that she could either take what she could get or get nothing.

  When his strong hand pulled her head to his, she didn’t resist. But he only pressed his forehead to hers and massaged her scalp.

  “This past week has been hell on earth.” The distress in his voice pulled her eyes open, and she found his closed in a look of pain. “I can’t stop thinking about you. I feel like shit over this situation with Tate and how much it’s hurting you. I don’t know what to do to make any of this right.” His jaw clenched. “I fucking slept with my phone, hoping you’d call or text me back.”

  A huff of humor and disbelief passed her lips, and her heart skipped.

  But Rafe didn’t smile. He opened his eyes and looked deeply into hers with a kind of misery she understood too well. “I can’t believe you’re leaving.”

  Her heart wrenched open against her will. She framed his face with her hands, tilted her head, and kissed him. The hand at the back of her head tightened and pulled her deeper into the kiss as he opened to her. The sparks instantly caught fire. Their tongues met, and hunger exploded deep in Mia’s body.

  A sound of longing and desire rolled in Rafe’s throat. A growl that reverberated through her. He released her waist and gripped one of her wrists, but just left his hand there as he kissed her and tasted her and moaned with the pleasure of it. All Mia’s worries and hurts fell away. She could only focus on the heat and taste of his mouth. The way he kissed her like he never wanted to stop. Like he couldn’t get enough.

  When he broke the kiss abruptly, Mia fell into him. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and kissed his jaw, his neck. Licked the spot behind his ear.

  He groaned and lifted into her.

  “Oh…” she breathed, swamped in the delicious pleasure he pushed through her lower body.

  His fingers flexed and released. “Mia, God,” he rasped, his voice low and hungry. He combed his hand through her hair and wrapped his arm around her head, clutching her close. “Need you.”

  That didn’t just snap her restraint, it bulldozed every barrier. She turned her head and kissed him again, open and hot and wet, while she dropped her hands to his waist and worked his belt open.

  He broke the kiss again murmuring her name. “Mia, Mia, Mia…”

  “Wallet,” she managed through her quick breaths.

  She flipped his button open, pulled his zipper down, and moved his clothes out of the way to slide her hand over his thick, hot length.

  Rafe’s hips pulsed. He clenched his teeth around a curse and dropped his head against the sofa, eyes closed, face tight with pleasure. The sight pumped lust and power and need through her body.

  “Condom,” she reminded him, anxious to get him where he belonged. Anxious to close all the distance between them, to bond with him the way they had the first night.

  He lifted his head, his eyes heavy lidded. “Do we need one?”

  Her hand froze with his hard length in her palm. “What?”

  He combed both hands through her hair and pulled her to him, kissing her, long and slow. When he pulled away again, Mia was light-headed.

  “Do we need one?” he repeated. “Are you taking something?”

  Birth control. He was talking about birth control. Jesus, her head was not working. “Yes.” The thought of feeling him with no barriers hammered her with lust. She met his eyes directly. “Do we need one?”

  His lips quirked for a millisecond before he went serious again. “No.” And with a little shake of his head, he pushed his hands up her thighs, under her skirt, and hooked his fingers in the fabric of her panties at one hip. “Just got a clean bill of health.”

  One jerk and her panties snapped.

/>   She startled and gasped. He moved his hands to the other side and did it again. Snap.

  Mia started laughing. “Rafe.”

  But then his hand slipped between her legs, and she siphoned a breath at the touch. Then he moved, and damn if Mia didn’t forget everything but the decadent glide of his fingers. She moaned and rocked against his touch.

  So perfect. Slow and direct and thorough. Pleasure coiled tight between her legs. He was so damn good with his hands. His mouth. His cock…

  He sat forward and pressed an openmouthed kiss to her throat. “This is all I could think about for the last two days,” he murmured against her skin, then moved to another spot and kissed. “Touching you is like coming home.”

  She leaned her head into his and begged at his ear. “Please, Rafe…”

  “Mmm, baby.” He turned his head and kissed the other side of her neck. “I missed you.” His tongue stroked a line to her earlobe, and he took it between his teeth, biting gently, then licking to soothe. “Come get it, Mia. Come take what you want.”

  Knots of lust lined her spine, filled her stomach, and choked her heart. She fisted her hands in his blazer and used her knees to push his hand deeper and faster and harder. Whimpers and moans and random words spilled out of her. “Rafe, God. Mmm, so good.”

  “I want you to come for me, Mia. I want you all wet and hot for me when I push inside you.” He closed his teeth at the base of her neck. The sting took her pleasure a notch higher. “Gonna feel ever perfect inch of you.”

  The orgasm gripped her pussy like a fist. Her body shuddered hard, suffusing her with a stream of hot pleasure. Her brain evaporated in bliss, and she pressed her face to his shoulder, muffling her cry against his blazer.

  Rafe held her tight with one arm, his face buried in the hollow between her neck and shoulder. It brought back memories of their night together and how he’d always drifted back to that place after sex. Breathing her in, kissing her pulse point as it raced.

  When her body finally relaxed and Mia was panting against his shoulder, he slid his hand free of her body and sucked two fingers into his mouth. The sound of pure pleasure rolled through his throat, and his lips smacked. “Damn, you taste good.”

  Heat rushed to her face, but it also rallied between her legs.

  Without warning, Rafe clasped an arm around her waist and stood, carrying her with him. A sound of surprise popped from her mouth, and she automatically wrapped her legs and arms around him to hold on while he headed toward the guest room.

  He kicked the door closed, pressed one knee to the bed, and laid her back, following her down. Then the real assault began, his mouth and hands almost frantic with passion. He pushed one strap of her dress off her shoulder, dragged the fabric clear of her breast, and covered her with his mouth, while his hips pressed between her legs.

  He flooded her with desire and need. He loved her like there was nothing more important in the world. Nowhere he’d rather be and no one he’d rather be with. Tears pushed at her eyes again, but she didn’t know why. Her chest was so full, it ached.

  She combed her fingers through his hair, loving the feel of the thick strands in her hands. Loving his weight pushing her into the mattress. Loving the spicy, male sent of him. The man made her delirious. She’d never wanted anyone like this. Never needed anyone like she needed Rafe.

  Even knowing what a huge problem this would be in the very near future, all she could do was hold on tighter, denying reality. At least for a little while longer. Because right now, all she could focus on was his hands and mouth all over her body, setting her on fire.

  He didn’t even bother shedding one thread of fabric before he slipped one hand between them and rubbed the head of his cock against her. Skin on skin.

  “Oh…” she breathed.

  “So sweet,” he groaned.

  Propping himself up on his elbows, he stroked his fingers into her hair and cradled her head. Looking into her eyes, he thrust, pushing inside her. All Rafe. All heat. No barriers. And so damn good.

  God, she still couldn’t quite believe she was with Rafe. Really with Rafe. She couldn’t begin to count the times she’d fantasized about this very moment. Yet the real thing was far more intense than she’d ever imagined. So much deeper than anything she’d had with any other man.

  His eyes closed. Jaw clenched. And he echoed her thoughts. “So sweet.” He opened his eyes, and the fire there sparked in Mia’s gut. “Mia. God, Mia.”

  He pulled out and thrust again—long, slow, and deep. The decadent stretch of him filling her made her mouth drop open, made her fingers curl into his shirt. She wanted him naked. Wanted to do this all night.

  “Baby,” he said, breathless, pressing his forehead to hers, “I can’t believe…how fucking…good you feel.”

  Mia reached lower, slid her hands beneath his clothes, and gripped his ass, pulling him into her while she tilted her pelvis to take him deeper.

  He growled, eyes falling closed. The heat of his cock burned inside her. His hands tightened in her hair, and he kissed her—deeply, hungrily. And just kept kissing her. Like he’d never get enough. Like he could kiss her for hours.

  And as much as she wished they had hours, they didn’t.

  “More,” she told him, rocking her pelvis back to draw him out, loving the drag against her walls. “Give me more, Rafe.”

  He exhaled, opened his eyes, and they burned into hers. “Baby, I’m not gonna last…”

  “You don’t have time to last.” Every minute that passed ticked down to the moment when Tate would return. “And I need more.”

  He growled, but delivered with long, deep, steady thrusts that pushed Mia toward climax with shocking speed. All while keeping his eyes focused on hers. His expression so primal, so intense he burrowed into her heart and drove her body toward ecstasy.

  “Yes, yes, yes…” Her nails dug into the muscle of his ass. A tight, muscled ass that flexed and released on every thrust. His hair fell out of that hastily gelled, negligent bad-boy style and fell into his eyes. Sweat glistened on his forehead. God, she wished she could memorize him. Right this second. Memorize him and save that memory as clearly as if she were in the moment.

  “Baby,” he murmured. “I never want to stop. Want to stay inside you forever.”

  His passion rose and his thrusts came harder and faster, but he never broke eye contact. That one simple act made the sex even more intense. More intimate. So consuming, she felt like he crawled into her soul.

  “God,” he growled through clenched teeth. “The way you squeeze me is heaven. Want to feel you gush all over me, Mia. Come for me, baby. Want to feel you come, Mia.”

  She responded as if his words had control over her body. Two more thrusts and her climax burst deep in her pelvis. She clenched as the vise of pressure exploded. One burst of pleasure after another. Arching her back. Forcing sounds of ecstasy from her mouth.

  Before the last shudder rocked her body, Rafe curved his arms around her, and, holding himself deep inside her, he straightened, pulling her back to straddle across his lap. Her body weight and lax muscles allowed him to push so deep, the sensation closed her throat. The way his pelvis pressed against her in this position pushed her toward another orgasm before the last had even left her body.

  His other hand slid into her hair and cradled her head, holding her gaze to his. “That is so hot,” he said between heavy breaths. “I can’t even tell you. Need it again. Come for me again, Mia.”

  Even though she was sure she couldn’t climax again, Rafe proved her wrong. With one strong arm wrapped at her hips, he held her steady as he pulled out. Then dragged her body to meet his as he lifted. Every thrust forced a cry of pleasure from Mia’s throat. And every thrust was punctuated by Rafe’s rough words from behind clenched teeth.

  “So.”

  Thrust.

  “Fucking.”

  Thrust.

  “Good.”

  Hard and fast and deep, he hammered and hammered. “Come on,
baby. Give it to me again. Can’t get enough. Can’t fucking get enough.”

  Rafe didn’t just thrust with his ass. Rafe angled back on his thighs and leveraged the entire powerhouse that was his posterior chain of muscles to lift into the drive. His cock plunged until their bodies slammed, acting like a hammer on a nail, driving the head of his cock against that spot she’d discovered for the first time in bed with him.

  “Oh God.” The pleasure was so intense, it was almost too big to grasp.

  “Yes. Bring it, Mia. Look at me.” His hand tightened on her face. “Look at me, Mia. I want it all. Give it to me, baby.”

  He thrust harder. Faster. Lifting her body with the forward momentum, then letting her fall back on his cock in a mind-bending rhythm.

  The first orgasm blasted through her like lightning, so sharp it bordered on painful. “Ah…”

  It ripped through her body, leaving her shaking. And on the heels, another surged like waves on the shore. She held tight as another orgasm crashed. “Oh my God.”

  “Yes, yes, yes,” Rafe rasped, his voice wickedly pleased. “Don’t stop, Mia. So wet. So hot. Never been this good. Come, Mia. Come again.”

  But she no longer had a choice. Her body wasn’t her own anymore. It belonged to Rafe. She let her head fall against his shoulder and wrapped an arm around his neck to hold on while his hips lunged, his cock plunged, and thrill after thrill hammered her. And instead of hearing her own voice begging for more, Rafe’s lips murmured at her ear, “Don’t stop, baby. Goddamn, Mia. So good. So fucking good. Give me more. Give. Me. More.”

  Layer upon layer upon layer of ecstasy swamped Mia. Her vision blurred. Her body shook and shivered and broke. Each orgasm different from the last. And Rafe whispering, “Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.” in her ear.

  By the time Rafe’s climax broke, Mia’s body was coiled tight. He drove deep on a guttural growl, and his hips pulsed through the orgasm. His warmth exploded inside her, spilling through her pelvis, and tipped her over the last ledge.