“All talk?”Jagger repeats.“You sure you want to test that?”
She smiles. The tilt of her mouth screams,Yes, I fucking do.
For a second, Jagger doesn’t move, then he grabs her by the hips and turns her until her back hits the glass. The sound echoes through the rink and goes straight to my dick.
Leila doesn’t flinch; she just smiles as Jagger’s hands slide down to her thighs, and I move in closer.
“Still think we’re all talk?”Jagger asks as he moves her through the penalty box.
She laughs again and doesn’t answer.
Jagger grips her hips and lifts her just enough to bend her over the ledge of the box. She goes willingly, her forearms braced against the cool glass, her back arched—a perfect fucking view.
I step behind her and slide my hands up her sides. The second my fingers graze the bottom curve of her sports bra, she lets out a shaky sound, like a gasp and a moan at the same time.
“Fuck,”I murmur, sliding my hands over the fabric and tugging it up, exposing her fully.
The second her tits hit the air, her nipples tighten into hard little peaks, reacting instantly to the cold.
She shivers. “Ohhh,” she moans, laughing through it.
I cup her breast with one hand and tease a fingertip across her nipple with the other. Her body tenses and then melts into the sensation, grinding back against me without hesitation.
“You really like being cornered?”I ask.
“I like knowing none of you can decide who gets me first,” she says, breath hitching when I pinch just enough to make her gasp again.
Jagger groans.“That mouth of yours is gonna get you fucked six different ways.”
“Then get started,” she sasses back. “Or are you still all talk?”
Her words make Jagger snap. He yanks her leggings down without warning, and she gasps again when the cold air hits her skin, but she doesn’t stop him. She only shifts her knees wider on the bench and presses her chest harder to the glass like she’s offering herself to the whole fucking arena. Who would have thought the Kane’s little sister was so fucking wild?
Riven stands beside me now. He doesn’t say much when he’s turned on; he just watches with that look in his eye that makes most people nervous. Another good reason to be masked right now.
Leila looks over her shoulder and smiles at him.
Jagger slides a hand between her legs, testing her, and swears under his breath.“Fuck, you’re wet.”
She huffs a laugh into the glass. “Told you.”
And then he pushes inside her. Her body jolts forward with the force, a sharp cry escaping her lips.
Riven’s hand slides down her spine as Jagger sets a brutal rhythm, hips snapping against her ass, the box echoing with the sound of skin on skin. She cries out again, louder this time.
“You still think we’re all talk?”I say, my voice low.
She tries to answer, but Jagger shifts his angle, and whatever words she had dissolve into a moan.
I reach around and slide my hand between her legs, just above where Jagger’s thrusting into her. My fingers press against her clit, and she loses it, jerking hard between us.
“You’re gonna make her come,”Riven murmurs.
“Good,”I say, rubbing slow circles.“Her body’s begging for it.”
She turns her head, eyes glassy and wild, skin marked by sweat and the cold. “Don’t stop,” she says, voice wrecked. “Don’t you fucking dare stop.”
Jagger growls, gripping her hips tighter, as Riven finally slips his hand around to her throat, just enough to let her fall apart.
