Score Her Heart: A Marriage of Convenience Hockey Romance (Philadelphia Bulldogs Book 2)

by Danica Flynn

  I was happily married to Riley. Sure it had gotten off to a rocky start with me wanting to get a divorce and the two of us dancing around our feelings, but we were finally on the same page together, and I was ready to enjoy wedded bliss with my best friend. And then I had to run into that douche-canoe. So it really shouldn’t have been a surprise that as soon as we got to our table, I chugged my whole glass of red wine.

  “Easy there,” Riley commented, but he poured me another glass anyway. I took a sip of my water instead. He reached across the table and grabbed my hand. “Hey...you’re happy with me, right?”

  I balked at that and furrowed my brow. “Of course I am! What kind of question is that?”

  He sighed. “Then why is seeing your ex so upsetting to you?”

  I took in a deep breath and drank some water to calm myself. “It’s not seeing him that bothered me; it was more the line about us not being divorced yet. Who the hell does he think he is? Like he even knows our relationship. Fucking asshat.”

  Riley placed his hand over his mouth, and I knew him well enough by now to know that he was trying to hide a grin. “To be fair, you did ask for a divorce the next day.”

  “I’m sorry,” I sighed.

  “It’s fine. We got through it, and now things are better.”

  “I’m sorry that I’m so mad about this, too. I...” I trailed off and glanced at him from across the table.

  He looked so great in that smartly tailored suit. It made me want to rip it off of him. The way his eyes zeroed in on me and intently watched me while I spoke told me everything I ever needed to know about this man. This man loved me and would probably listen to me read the goddamn phonebook. That made me love him more and also made me a little bit horny.

  “We’re at a good place, and I want to enjoy that. He just really pissed me off,” I explained.

  The waiter came over to take our orders, so I never heard what he was going to say. He distracted me by clinking glasses with me, and all the drama from before melted away because all I was focused on was the man before me.

  “This is a nice place,” I commented.

  He nodded. “ I know you love your sushi, and Mia, Hallsy’s girlfriend, recommended it.”

  “I like Mia; she’s sweet.”

  “She’s good people. Her and Hallsy, it’s wild to me that they’ve been together since high school.”

  “Hmm.”

  He eyed me. “What?”

  I shook my head. “Nothing.”

  “It’s not nothing,” he urged. “Spit it out.”

  I sighed. “Aaron, have you really been in love with me since high school?”

  He smiled. “Definitely.”

  “What?” I shook my head. “No way.”

  He gave me a hard look. “What does that mean?”

  “You were the star hockey player. You didn’t belong with little old me, the nerd in the corner writing poetry.”

  “Very bad poetry,” he joked.

  I laughed. “You’re not wrong about that one.”

  He caressed my hand and looked deep into my eyes. “Why do you say it like that? Say that we didn’t belong together?”

  I shrugged. “It was high school; we were from different cliques. I was pretty sure I was your dirty little secret.”

  He glared at me. “Because you asked me to keep it a secret. Do you know how many of my teammates I had to ward off with my stick to keep away from you? Is this why you pushed me to date Stacey?”

  I bit my lip and drank more of my wine, so I didn’t have to answer.

  Luckily our food came, so we got preoccupied with that. I speared a California roll with my chopsticks and shoved it into my mouth. I could tell that Riley was still bothered by what I had told him, though.

  I chewed slowly before saying, “Baby, it’s in the past. That was high school. We’re together now and happy, right?”

  “Yeah,” he agreed and then smiled at me. “Why did you bring it up again?”

  “Oh!” I exclaimed. “I never imagined loving someone for that long. It’s a long time. But you loved me all that time and never said a word. Did Finnegan know all this time?”

  He shook his head. “Fuck no. I didn’t reveal it until the day after our wedding when he asked me what the fuck I was thinking.”

  I snorted. “Sounds about right. It’s been a weird time since then.”

  “I wouldn’t trade it for the world, though.”

  I smiled at him. “Me either.”

  “So when did it become real for you? When did you figure out you felt the same way?”

  I chewed some more of my food and thought about it for a moment. “I think it was slow at first. Like, when I first moved in with you, it was chaotic, but the next day when you were on the road, I hated being in your bed alone. We spent a couple days in Vegas together, and somehow I had gotten really used to you being there. When you weren’t there, I realized how much I missed you. It kind of scared me. I don’t think it really set in until yesterday when I couldn’t find my wedding ring.”

  He nodded in understanding. “So when Finnegan let the cat out of the bag, were you just scared?”

  “I was afraid that you would come to your senses. I mean, can you blame me? I dated someone else for half a decade, and they left me at the altar. I guess I have a lot of baggage about it.”

  “Listen to me,” he urged and grabbed both my hands in his. They looked so petite and small in his big manly hands. “That’s not gonna happen with us. I love you with all my heart and have pretty much felt like that since I was seventeen years old. No woman has ever compared to Fiona Gallagher, and no woman will ever complete me like you do. I fucking love you.”

  “I love you too.”

  He pulled his hands away from me to take another drink. “Tell me where you are with your book so far?” he asked, abruptly changing the subject.

  I made a face and downed the rest of my wine. “I think it’s almost done. I just turned in the final edits.”

  His face lit up with a smile, his blue eyes beaming with pride. “Really? That’s awesome!”

  “I guess?”

  He frowned. “It’s not awesome?”

  “I’m not sure yet. ARCs will go out, and then we’ll see if we need to make any changes, and we’ll get pass pages soon.”

  “What’s an ARC?” he asked.

  I laughed. Sometimes I forgot he wasn’t as well versed in the publishing world. “Advanced Reader Copy. We send them out pre-publishing to get the word out, get reviews out prior to publication.”

  “I thought the changes you made were good. I think it will be good. I wish you would stop doubting yourself.”

  “Wait, what? Did you read the revised copy?”

  He gave me a quizzical look. “Of course I did!”

  I brought my hands to my chest and felt my heartbeat fluttering beneath them. My eyes got all misty, and I held everything in to keep from crying. “Aaron, that means the world to me, that you actually cared enough to read the second version. My parents don’t give a shit about my writing career, but the fact that you do, it’s…” I paused to wipe the tear that was now leaking out of my eye and hoped I didn’t mess up my make-up. “It means a lot to me.”

  “I know, sweetheart. You’ve always been supportive of my hockey, even back when we were just friends. You work so hard at this, all hours of the night, and your brain’s always racing. I want you to get the recognition you deserve.”

  “Goddamnit, did I build you in a factory?”

  He laughed really hard at that. “What?”

  “You’re like the perfect man. You’re so getting laid tonight.”

  “I thought we established this already?” he asked, and he was sporting that crooked, mischievous grin that I loved so much.

  I nodded. “Uh huh, but like for sure. Why do you think I wore this dress?”

  He eyed me from his position across the table, and I knew from his angle, he got a great view of my cleavage. “It’s a nice dress. It
’s definitely working for me.”

  I smirked at him and quickly shoveled my last piece of sushi in my mouth. Riley stared back at me with an amused look on his face. I tried not to look him in the eye as I regretted the decision and had to slowly chew my way out of this piece. His shoulders shook, and his hand was over his mouth again. I gave him the finger while I chewed way too slow for my liking.

  Finally, I swallowed the rest of my dinner and asked, “Hey, you want to get out of here?”

  My husband grinned back at me. “Oh, most definitely.”

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  RILEY

  I was so glad we went to the sushi place that was walking distance from our condo because I felt a fire in my pants, and the only person who was going to put it out was the feisty redhead standing next to me. I had barely unlocked the door to our home before I shoved her up against the wall and kissed her hard on the mouth. My fingers threaded through her long, silky hair, and I moaned when she sighed into the kiss. My tongue slid inside her mouth slowly, and we touched each other cautiously. I pulled back to drink her all in, and she had an annoyed look on her face. That sexy black dress was one hundred percent doing it for me, and she so knew it.

  I dipped my head to taste her neck while my hands roamed down her torso and pushed her tits into my hands. I smiled against her skin when I heard her moan some more. “I think we need to get you out of this dress,” I whispered huskily in her ear.

  “Uh huh,” she moaned, but I knew her brain was completely shut off right now. “Oh!” she exclaimed when I lifted her up by her hips and wrapped her legs around my waist. I smoothed my hands across her thighs and under her dress. I teased her by fingering the top string of her panties while I continued to kiss down her throat.

  “Sweetheart, I need to be inside you,” I moaned.

  Her stiletto shoes dug into my ass, and I kind of didn’t hate it. Kind of wanted her to keep them on while we fucked.

  She pulled me back up to her face and kissed me, her hands gripping my hair between her fingers. “Then do it,” she said angrily.

  I moved her underwear to the side so I could have better access and dipped two fingers inside her. She was soaking wet and ready to go. She moaned, and I peeled the thin material down off her hips, untangling her legs from around my waist. The lacy pair of black panties fell to her ankles, and her hands made quick work of undoing my belt buckle and pulling my dick out of my boxers.

  “Wait…condom,” I reminded her.

  She shook her head and guided me to her entrance. “I’m on the pill; it’s fine.”

  I pushed her dress up but held her still. “You sure, sweetheart?”

  She reached down and guided me inside her. I groaned in ecstasy at the feeling of being bare inside her. “Oh, fuck,” I moaned and tipped my head back.

  “Hell yeah!” she cheered and wrapped her legs back around me. “Aaron, fuck me raw against the wall.”

  I gripped her ass with a grin and pumped into her hard and fast. She moaned and clawed at my neck. She squeezed her heels against my ass, and it turned me on even more. I gave it to her hard, going deeper and faster with each moan that escaped her lips. She gripped my hair as she came, moaning in my ear. I let myself go and joined her in ecstasy.

  “Fiona,” I breathed.

  She smiled at me and kissed me slowly. “Was that your first time without a condom?”

  I nodded.

  She laughed. “Yes! I got to deflower you in two ways.”

  I tweaked her nose. “Brat.”

  She slid her legs from around my waist and dropped down to gather up her panties. I tucked myself back into my pants, my chest still heaving from the exertion. I spun her around and kissed her hard, my hand wrapping around her hair and holding her to me.

  She pulled away to look down at my crotch again. “Oh, you ready for round two already?”

  I gripped her neck loosely. “You know it, you vixen. Get your ass in our bedroom so I can watch you come again.”

  Her face flushed with desire, but she didn’t move, so I lifted her up and carried her to our bedroom. I deposited her onto her feet in the room and watched as she kicked off her shoes and slowly pulled the zipper down on her dress. Fuck, that was so hot. I licked my lips when she stepped out of it to reveal the black lacy bra underneath. I gulped as I drank her sexy body all in.

  I shrugged out of my suit jacket and loosened my tie, pulling it over my head. I smiled while I slowly undid every button on my shirt, and Fi watched me with hungry eyes. I pulled the shirt coattails out of my pants and dropped the shirt to the floor. Her hands were on my chest suddenly, running down it with her sharp nails, and she had this fiery look in her eyes that said she was completely turned on.

  She kissed me feverishly, her hand gripping the back of my neck hard, and I was sure that if my cock wasn’t already rock hard, it would have been from that. I leaned into the kiss but noticed her fingering the top of my pants and slowly undoing the zipper. My pants fell to my ankles with a thud, and I pulled away from her to kick them off. I slid the boxer briefs down my thighs next, releasing my pulsing cock, which was about to explode if I wasn’t inside her again soon.

  “Fiona,” I warned as she got a sparkle in her eye and took my cock in her hand.

  She knelt to her knees and licked me from root to tip. “What?” she asked all innocently before taking me in her mouth.

  “Fuck…” I moaned and ran my hand through her hair while her head bobbed on my cock. She hummed in response, taking me as deep as she could and then pulling back to lick around the head. “Sweetheart…” I groaned when she was sucking me again. A little too good.

  She glared up at me. “What? You don’t want me to?”

  “Get up here. I want you naked and in the bed,” I growled at her.

  Her eyes got wide, but I knew she liked the demanding nature of my request because she swiftly unhooked her bra. She bent over to climb onto the bed and looked over her shoulder at me with the sexiest fucking look she had ever given me. How did I get this sexy as fuck woman to marry me?

  “Are you gonna join me or what?” she purred.

  She leaned over the bed like we were ready to go at it doggy-style, which I was not opposed to, but the sex against the wall had been a little too fast, and I knew she usually liked a lot of foreplay before sex. And my wife would get everything she wanted from me.

  I stood over her and flipped her onto her back on the bed before crawling in beside her. I stretched out next to her and stroked her face with my hand, bringing her face back to my lips.

  “Fiona,” I moaned against her chest when I felt her hand sneakily reach down to caress my hard cock.

  “I like it when you say my full name,” she admitted, but she didn’t stop stroking me.

  I moaned but buried it in my throat as I kissed her neck and trailed kisses down her chest to focus on her tits. I rolled one of her nipples with my hand and pulled the other one into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the bud and sucking on it hard. Her grip on my cock released since I was distracting her so much, and I danced my hand down between her legs and pumped two fingers inside her. I think I got even harder at how wet she was, especially since I was the one that helped get her that way again. It was such a turn on to be able to make my wife gasp at my touch. I didn’t think I would ever get over it.

  “Aaron,” she moaned in such a soft whisper that I barely heard her. She didn’t tell me to stop, so I continued to pump inside her while rotating which nipple to lick and suck on. I rubbed her clit and felt her body clench against my hand. Her small hand reached out to grip my bicep while she orgasmed for the second time. I smiled down at her and kissed her tenderly. I loved that I could do that to her; it was so hot watching her orgasm because of what my hands were doing to her. I really needed to have my cock inside her pronto, just to watch her orgasm all over again.

  I pulled my hand away and dug into the bedside table for a condom. Her hand stopped me. “Do we need it? I’m on the p
ill.”

  “Your call. I would love to not use it again, but if you want me to use it, I will.”

  “We’re fine, but I think we need some lube.”

  “Noted,” I answered. I set the condom back on the bedside table and reached for the bottle of lube in the drawer. I spread a liberal amount onto my cock and wiped my hand off on a tissue.

  Her hand was on me again, stroking up and down my shaft so perfectly that I had a hard time focusing. I trusted that she was on the pill; she wouldn’t lie to me. Plus, if she got pregnant, it wouldn’t have been the worst thing to happen.

  Before I could ask her what position she wanted to do, she pushed me onto my back and slid down on my cock. I laid back on the bed with a contented sigh and looked up at her as she rode me.

  My hands roamed across her chest and then landed on her ass and squeezed it. She had a wicked look in her eyes. “Oh fuck, Fiona, you’re so sexy,” I groaned at her. She grinned and ground herself harder into me. I loved it when she rode my dick hard like this.

  “Oh, yeah?” she asked and leaned down to kiss me, her long hair spreading across my face and down my chest like a curtain.

  “Uh huh.” I nodded and thrust up into her urgently. She might have thought she was in charge, but she wasn’t. I gripped her hips and thrust fast up into her, satisfied with the sexy moan that escaped her lips. “I love that I can make you feel good.”

  She kissed me again slowly while we met each other’s thrusts. “Me too.”

  My hand slid to the back of her neck and held her tight against my chest. “I love you.”

  “I love you too,” she said, but then lost the sound of her voice to the moans of pleasure as she came for the third time tonight. I was so totally okay with that. Fiona Gallagher was my wife, and she loved me, and if we got to spend the rest of our lives fucking each other this good, I was going to be a very happy man. I thrust hard and fast inside her until I felt myself combust in ecstasy underneath her.