by Danica Flynn
I pulled my head off his chest and saw he was looking at me intensely. I opened my mouth to say something, but I was stopped by his mouth, crushing up against mine roughly. His hands were in my hair, and I pulled at the collar of his shirt with both of my hands. I kissed him back urgently like I needed his tongue in my mouth in order to breathe air. We pulled away from each other as suddenly as the kiss started, both of our chests heaving from being out of breath.
He leaned his forehead against mine. “Would it be bad if I told you I missed you?”
“No,” I whispered back. “I missed you, too.” My hands clutched the lapels of his dress shirt, and I wanted to tear it off of him.
His hands covered my own, and he pushed my hands off of him. I pouted, and he laughed at me while he squeezed out of the suit jacket. “I need a beer. Do you want a beer?” he asked.
Instead of answering his question, I blurted out the first thing that came into my head. “No, I want you.”
He froze mid-getting up from the couch, but then he sat back down. He reached down to grab onto my thighs and swung me around, so I was straddling his hips on the couch. I melted at his touch while his hands roamed down my back until he firmly squeezed my ass.
I placed my hands on his chest. “Why haven’t we had sex since Vegas?” I asked.
“I didn’t want you to think that was all I wanted,” he answered with a grunt as I ground myself against the hard bulge in his pants. Oh, his dick certainly was happy that I was on top of him.
“You say you want this marriage to work, but you’ve been keeping me at arm’s length. Riley, I have needs, too.”
He sighed. “Shit, I’m sorry. I promised you that I wouldn’t be like him. That I wouldn’t forget we hadn’t had sex in months.”
“It hasn’t been months.”
“Not the point, Fiona,” he growled.
Mmm, I loved that growly alpha-male shit.
“Oh. Well, you can make it up to me now,” I whispered into his ear.
“Tell me what you want,” he demanded.
I gripped the back of his neck hard, digging my fingernails roughly into his skin. “I want you to touch me, please.”
“Where?” he asked huskily.
“Everywhere,” I breathed.
In a split-second, he stood, and I had my legs wrapped around his waist. We kissed like that while he slowly backed us into the bedroom. I loved the way he could lift me up like it was nothing. He tossed me on the bed and frantically started undoing his tie. I ripped my t-shirt off and was unbuttoning my jeans while he slowly undid the buttons on his crisp dress shirt. I slid my jeans down my thighs, but my mouth watered watching him reveal the hard planes of his chest with each button. I glared up at him because he was doing that on purpose.
“Stop being a tease!”
He went slower on the last button with a wicked grin. He gestured to his six-pack. “You thirsty for this bod, sweetheart?”
“Baby! Get over here and fuck my brains out!”
He laughed and finally pulled the shirt off his body and dropped it to the floor. I was too eager for this, arousal pooling low in my belly. I unclasped my bra and kicked my panties off, then leaned back on the bed, naked and ready for him. I watched him hungrily undo his belt buckle and kick his pants onto the floor. Damn, he was fucking hot. I ran my thumb over my bottom lip as the boxers fell too.
“Hey, my eyes are up here,” he joked.
“Get over here,” I urged.
“Happy wife, happy life,” he muttered and stretched out on his side next to me.
His hand ran down my cheek and cupped my face pulling me towards him in another urgent kiss. I moaned while his other hand trailed down my chest, and he rolled one of my nipples in between his fingers. I felt both nipples get hard at his touch. He moved away from my mouth and kissed my neck, my chest, and finally rolled the hard bud of one of my nipples into his mouth. I moaned and closed my eyes while he used his tongue and his hands on my breasts. I was getting so into it that I kind of forgot he was actually here, and I wasn’t daydreaming. My hand slipped down between my legs to touch myself.
“God, that’s so hot,” he breathed onto my chest. “Love watching you touch yourself. But let me do it.”
My eyes flew open, and I felt the blush on my face.
He smirked at me before he took my hand and slowly sucked my finger. “Mmm,” he moaned. “I love tasting you.”
Before I could respond, he slipped a finger inside me and pumped into me slowly. “Don’t be embarrassed, sweetheart,” he said before he planted another kiss on my lips. “I love thinking about you touching yourself in our bed. What do you think about while you do it?”
“You,” I whispered. “I think about what you’re doing right now. Sometimes I use my vibrator.”
“Fuck, that’s so fucking hot,” he breathed. “I’m filing that away for when I’m on the road.”
“What do you mean?” I asked.
He kissed the side of my neck. “I think of you when I’m alone in my hotel room and horny,” he whispered into my ear. “Which is all the time when I’m on the road and away from you.”
I gasped when another finger pumped inside me, and I kind of lost the ability to speak for a little bit as he fingered me and sucked one of my tits simultaneously. It put me over the edge when his thumb touched my clit at the same time.
“Fuck, Aaron,” I whined. I needed his hard cock pumping inside my pussy right now. I didn’t want his fucking fingers; I wanted the real deal.
“Fuck yeah. Love hearing my name on your lips,” he growled at me.
“Baby…I need you inside me, like yesterday,” I urged.
I fumbled around behind me in the drawer of the bedside table for a condom. I handed the package to him and hungrily watched him roll it onto his swelling erection. He reached into the drawer for the lube, and I watched as he slid it across his cock, pumping it in his hand a few times. He slowly entered me, giving me time to adjust to the feel of him. He was being too gentle; I wanted him to slam into me and be aggressive. I was starting to get into it when he stopped suddenly.
He ran his hand down my face and kissed me tenderly. “Tell me what you want.” Before I could answer, he wrapped his fingers around my throat. “Oh, but you like it when I’m in charge, don’t you?”
I could only whimper and nod in response. I really liked the possessive grip of his hands on me like this.
His lips curled up into a wolfish grin. “I want you to beg for it, Fiona. Beg for my cock.”
“Oh, yeah?” I asked and arched an eyebrow at him.
“I don’t hear you begging,” he growled.
I yelped in surprise when he released his grip on my neck, pulled out, and flipped me over onto my stomach, pressing me against the mattress. His lips made a tortuous path up my back until he was at my neck, his breath hot in my ear. “I’m gonna ride you hard and spank your perfect ass.”
I groaned into the pillow. Oh my God, this man so had my number when it came to sex.
His hands slid down my sides and gripped my hips. “You want that, sweetheart? You want to get spanked?”
“Yes,” I groaned in frustration.
Why is he torturing me?
I leaned up on my elbows and grinned at him from over my shoulder. He smirked at me as he smacked my ass. I moaned at the stinging sensation and gripped the sheets below me, and he wasn’t even inside me again yet. His hands rubbed across my ass, soothing the spot he had just struck, then he traveled up my back, caressing me in slow, gentle circles. He pressed his front against my back and kissed my neck.
“You want it?” he whispered huskily in my ear, lightly tweaking my hair. The tingling sensation on my scalp went all through my body, and yes, I very much wanted what he was offering to me right now.
“Please,” I begged.
He kissed my neck and slid his hand onto the back of it softly but in a possessive grip. “You really want it, you better beg for it.”
“Pleas
e, Aaron,” I whimpered.
“Please, what?” he growled into my ear, and I felt a shiver run along my whole body. Riley was so large and in charge, such an alpha-male. I was so fucking into it.
“Baby, please, I need you.”
“Need me to what?”
“I need you to dominate me. Please.”
“Holy fuck, you’re gonna get it so good,” he growled and slapped my ass again.
He positioned himself behind me, spreading my legs, and then he gripped my hips in his strong hands and crashed into me. He jackknifed deviously hard inside of me, so hard that I had to grab the headboard so I didn’t fall to pieces onto the mattress. Every once in a while, he paired a thrust with a nice slap on my ass, and I tumbled further and further into ecstasy while he continued to give me what I wanted. I squeezed my eyes shut, taking the feeling up and up inside myself until I was moaning his name as I came. My limbs felt like jelly as I dropped down on my stomach onto the mattress, and Riley continued thrusting hard inside me.
“I’m gonna come,” he growled, his hand sliding up my back to grip my hair in his hand.
Fuck yes!
“Do it!” I growled back.
He thrust hard and fast, and I smiled into the pillow when my name ended as a moan on his lips.
Chapter Twenty
RILEY
“Fuck me,” I breathed and dropped down onto the bed on my back when I returned from throwing out the condom.
“I think I just did,” Fi joked with a smirk and leaned into my chest. I pulled my arm around her back, and she snuggled into me further. I had loved this woman for a long time, but her need for me to be aggressive with her in bed was such a fucking turn on for me. She really liked that alpha-male shit in bed, and I loved giving it to her. I liked to be in charge, and fuck, it was sexy that she let me.
“Remind me to never go that long without sex,” I mused.
“Oh? Has it been as long for you as it has been for me?” she asked.
I pushed her onto her back, and her eyes went wide when she obviously realized what she had said. “What do you mean?” I seethed.
She shook her head. “Nothing. Forget it.”
“Fiona, what do you mean? Tell me.”
She let out a frustrated noise from deep in her throat. “Well…you’re a professional athlete.”
“Can confirm.”
“Who has beautiful women throwing themselves at you all the time.”
“Okay. What’s your point?” I asked, even more confused.
What the hell was she saying to me?
She furrowed her brow at me and sighed. “Riley! I know that athletes cheat on their wives all the time! I’ve come to accept that’s going to be part of this deal.”
“WHAT.THE.ACTUAL.FUCK?” I bellowed.
She shrank away at my raised voice. I sat up on the bed and ran a frustrated hand down my face. The scared look on her face broke my heart. “You think...you think I’ve been cheating on you? What, do you think I wanted an open marriage or some shit?”
“Well, we never talked about it! I mean, our marriage is kinda…fake.”
“Fiona, you know how I feel about cheating. You know what my dad did to my mom,” I snapped at her. “And what do you mean our marriage is ‘fake’?”
“Well, we didn’t exactly get married for love.”
That hit me right in the chest. I got married for love, but she definitely did not.
“Fi…”
She sat up on the bed, clutching the sheet to her chest. “I’m sorry. I mean, I would be okay…if you want to have an arrangement like that.”
“Fiona, what the fuck? Why would I want an open marriage?”
“So you can fuck other people. And not feel guilty about cheating on me.”
“Sweetheart, I don’t want that,” I seethed at her. “Why would you think that?”
“I didn’t mean—”
“Did you seriously think I would cheat on you?”
She looked taken aback. “What do you mean?”
“Do you think so little of me?”
She reached out at hand and touched my arm. “Hey, hey, I’m sorry. I should have talked to you about it. I assumed the worst. Forgive me?”
My head was in my hands, but I pulled my hands away to look at her. Her green eyes looked up at me with a sadness and insecurity I hadn’t seen in them before. “Fiona, you know I would never do that. I’m not my dad.”
She leaned over, gripped the back of my neck, and pulled my lips to hers. I didn’t kiss her back, because honestly, I was really hurt at the accusations. I knew our marriage was weird and rushed, but I married her for real. This was a real marriage to me. I knew she didn’t love me like I did her, and maybe I should have told her how I felt so she didn’t jump to this conclusion. I was still too chicken-shit to tell her that I loved her because I was afraid she would ask for a divorce again. It hurt that she thought I was off out there sleeping with other women just because I knew she would be fine with that. I didn’t want a marriage like that.
“I’m sorry. Please, Aaron, please forgive me,” she begged.
Oh, she so knew what to say to get me to forgive her. The sound of her voice so soft and small did me in. “You know how I feel about that. We’re exclusive, right? You haven’t...” But I couldn’t complete the question. The idea that Fi had been sleeping with another man while I was traveling for my job ripped my heart in two.
She looked at me in horror. “No! I married you! Why do you think I nearly jumped you when you got home? I have been so sexually frustrated; my vibrator isn’t good enough sometimes.”
I laughed at that. “Again, I’m going to have to file that imagery away for when I’m on the road.”
She laughed with me. “Oh my God! Were you being serious earlier?”
I smiled and kissed her, this time pulling her back down to me so she was straddling my hips again. “Only you,” I told her when I pulled away. “I married you, only you. I know this is kind of like a trial marriage, but you get all of me in this.”
She ran her hands down my chest, raking her nails on my skin. “When did you get so seriously ripped?” she asked.
“It’s kind of my job to be in peak physical condition.”
Her eyes scanned down the hard lines of my chest, and her hands gripped the thick muscles of my biceps. “I never thought I would be into big muscles,” she said so softly that I didn’t think I was supposed to hear her.
I pulled her down to kiss me again and loved the feeling of her hands all over me. When I pulled away, her eyes widened, probably at feeling my cock beneath her.
“Seriously?” she asked but had a smile on her face.
I smirked. “We do have to make up for some lost time. Also, you’re right. Using my hand just isn’t the same thing.”
She laughed, but then I had her on her back again and moaning my name while I spent some much needed time with my head between her legs. I ached for this woman and was hungry to please her. It was especially nice when she returned the favor without me having to ask. Damn, if I hadn’t already married her, I probably would have said she was wife material.
Fi laid her head on my chest again, and I pulled my arm around her to hold her tight against me. A sheen of sweat covered both of us from our recent activities, but neither of us was complaining. Being on the road for half the year could be tough, but I didn’t realize how tough until I married my best friend and she came to live with me. It swelled my heart to know that she had missed me as much as I missed her, and I wondered if maybe, just maybe, she was falling in love with me too. Lying here naked in bed with her and holding her against me was the best feeling in the world.
I flinched a little when I felt her small hand trace the lines of the red-gold phoenix tattoo on my forearm. She looked up at me with a cheeky smile. “Sorry.”
I smiled down at her and kissed the top of her vibrant red hair. “It tickles,” I admitted.
“I always loved this tattoo.”
I felt her laugh on my chest. “Didn’t Stacey break up with you because of it?”
“Don’t remind me,” I groaned. “Why did you ever let me go out with her?”
“I thought you liked her!”
I sighed. “I was a kid, and she was hot, but her personality not so much. I wish—” But I couldn’t finish my thought because I heard something vibrating on the floor where I had discarded my pants. “Shit!”
Fi moved from off my chest with a look of concern in her eyes. “What’s wrong?”
I reluctantly glided out of bed and started rushing around to get dressed again. “I was supposed to meet my agent,” I explained. I picked up my phone and saw all the missed calls. Steve was going to kill me, especially since it was so not like me to be late for a meeting.
“Oh my God, you’re never late for anything in your life, ever. I’m sorry.”
I tucked my shirt into my pants and walked back over to the bed, where she was now sitting up against the headboard but had the sheet wrapped around her chest. That amused me because I just had my mouth all over her body. I leaned down and kissed her goodbye.
“Sorry, I really have to go.”
She waved me off. “Go on. I feel bad I made you late.”
I smirked. “I’ll tell my agent I was too busy eating out my wife to be on time for the meeting.”
Her eyes widened. “Riley! Don’t you dare!”
I laughed. “I’m just kidding.” I tilted her chin up and kissed her again one last time before booking it out of there. I pulled my cell out and called Steve back while I rushed down to my SUV in the parking garage.
“Riley!” he greeted me. “I’ve been trying to get a hold of you.”
I put the vehicle in gear. “Sorry, man.”
“You’re never late for anything; I was kind of worried,” Steve admitted.
Steve had been my agent since I was drafted into the NHL as a kid. He had been in the business for a long time, and he knew what he was doing. He was kind of a father figure to me when I was coming up and was always there for guidance. He was also TJ’s agent, so I knew that was why he was in town. Also, with our season almost over, there was some worry about my contract being up in July. I liked Philly, but I was even more nervous about the possibility that the Bulldogs might not want to re-sign me now that I had Fi with me. I didn’t want to have to uproot her entire life because of my career. I knew that was something she was worried about, too, even if she never voiced it. I was afraid if Philly didn’t sign me and I had to go somewhere else, ripping Fi from her life here could cause her to rethink giving this marriage a chance.
