My mouth opened to argue, but Damien shifted, tugging off my underwear and jeans in one swoop. His hands ran along my thighs, getting closer and closer to where I wanted him. There was something so forbidden about this arrangement—me, naked in someone else’s bathroom while Damien remained fully dressed. But before I could reach out, he spun me around and pressed my chest against the vanity. I looked up, and all I could see was myself in the mirror, barely recognizing the wanton woman in the reflection. As I tucked my gaze back down to the counter, Damien reached out and tugged on my hair.
“Don’t even think about it, Brianna. You’re not going to take your eyes off that mirror while I’m fucking you. You need to see this, how fucking right we look together. See why any man in the other room would die for a taste of you.” His fingers swept through my core, and I groaned, arching my back to seek more of his touch. Damien’s lips skirted along the curve of my neck. “But you’re not going to let them have one, are you?”
I shook my head no, still trying to shift my hips to get him inside me. But Damien just pulled back, nestling his chest against my exposed back. “That’s right. They don’t get to look, and they sure as fuck don’t get to touch you. That’s my job. Only me.”
With that, he tugged down his zipper, and I heard the telltale sound of foil ripping before he shoved inside me. My head fell back at the sudden intrusion, loving the burn that accompanied Damien’s size. When he was inside me, everything felt right—and along the way, I’d begun to crave the fullness he provided. My eyes closed on instinctas he settled against my hips, waiting for the pace to increase—but Damien didn’t move, just resting his cock inside me.
My eyes snapped open, and I met his gaze in the mirror. He smirked back at me. “Told you, angel. You close your eyes, and I stop. Need those hazels on me as I fuck you.” His hand collided with my bare ass, the sudden burn against my skin making my insides tighten. “Do you understand, Bri?”
“Yes, Damien. Please. I’ll be good. I’ll be so good for you.”
“You always are.”
With that, Damien resumed his movements, keeping a brutal, frantic pace. It was more hurried than we’d ever been before, and I had to grip the marble countertop to keep up with him, but every slide of his cock inside my core only pushed me closer to the edge until I could barely hang on. Once his thumb darted down to my clit, I crashed over the edge, biting my lip to keep from screaming out his name.
“I got you,” Damien whispered as he covered my mouth with his large palm. Then, a primal scream unleashed from my soul, the sound muffled under his skin. It didn’t take long for Damien to crash with me, his cock slamming inside me in erratic thrusts.
By the time we both caught our breaths, our eyes met in the mirror, and I couldn’t hold back my laughter. With pink painting our cheeks and my hair disheveled from Damien’s grip, anyone with eyes could tell what we’d gotten up to in this bathroom. As he pulled away, I hissed, missing him already. Damien cleaned himself up then ran a washcloth under the warm water. He stepped back and ran it over my sensitive core. I shifted, and he cursed under his breath. “Did I hurt you?”
Thevulnerability in his words made me turn around to face him. “Not at all. I loved every second of it. Feel free to be that rough with me anytime.”
He studied my expression for any hint of a lie then shook his head. A smile played at the corner of his lips. “Gotta say, Bri, you shock me at every turn. Who knew the good girl liked to be fucked so dirty?”
“I didn’t,” I laughed. “But I’m really glad you showed me.”
Damien’s gaze softened as he looked at me then reached up to tuck a lock of my hair behind my ear. Even after everything we just shared, the subtle move made my pulse race, suddenly all too aware of the intimacy of his touch. “Damien, I?—”
“Yo! Open up. I gotta take a piss.”
August’s voice broke through the tension, and I sobered, realizing I stood there naked, the rookie I’d spent most of the night with waiting on the other side of the door. We’d spent almost an hour talking about our shared love of romance novels, and I’d been in the middle of my list of recommendations when I caught Damien’s annoyed glare across the room. Maybe his jealousy should have turned me off, but truth be told, I relished in it. For so long, I’d been ignored—taken for granted. Knowing how much Damien wanted me was a powerful aphrodisiac.
Damien helped me scoop up my clothes, and I hurried to get dressed. As August pounded on the door, I frowned at Damien. “How are we going to play this?”
He ran his hand over his face. “You owe me for this.” Before I could ask what he meant, he yelled out over August’s bangs. “Trust me, man. Find another bathroom. That chili fucked up my stomach.”
“Seriously, cap?”
“Get the fuck out of here, Auggie!”
A string of grumbled curses echoed from the other side of the door, and I had to press my hand down harder to hide my giggles. As soon as the footsteps faded in the distance, I reached up on my tiptoes and kissed Damien’s cheek. “Thank you for covering for us.”
He reached out and tugged me right against his chest. “Oh, trust me, Bri. You’re going to make it up to me next time.”
“Next time?”
“Fuck yes,” Damien growled as he palmed my ass. “And you’re going to be in my bed so I can hear all of your pretty screams.”
TWENTY-TWO
Over the next two weeks, Brianna and I spent almost all our free time together. Whenever we got the chance, we holed up in my apartment, hiding away from the world. Most nights, we’d checked things off her list—now that she’d reluctantly shared it with me—and others, we’d stay up late talking, telling each other all about our lives.
She loved to regale me with tales from her school, of the children who stole her heart during the months they were in her class, of her life growing up with her strict parents and the minor acts of rebellion she’d committed over the years. Hell, she even told me all about the books lurking on her kindle, how they made her more confident in herself. No matter the topic, Brianna captivated me, leaving me hanging on to every word like a man obsessed.
One night before I had to travel to Toronto for our next series, she lay on my couch with her head on my lap. My fingers glided through her hair of their own accord, needing to have a part of us touching. Brianna sighed as she tapped through the pages of her latest obsession—a series of dark rom-coms about serial killers—while I watched tapes of ournewest rivals, trying to find any weaknesses in their outfield game. Despite our shaky start to the season, we were on a hot streak. There was already chatter about us making a run for the championship in a few short months, but I pushed that into the back of my mind. Focusing on the big win could mess with your head, and I was determined not to let it.
“Why does he do that?” Brianna asked, placing her e-reader on her chest.
My fingers stilled in her hair, frowning at the screen. Grabbing the remote, I pressed pause. “What do you mean?”
