Don’t do it. It’ll lead to bad decisions.
But it doesn’t matter how loud the voice in my head is; I ignore it. It’s been a long time since I drowned it out and let my body take the lead.
“Good girl,” Everett rasps in my ear, making me shudder again.
What is it about his voice that makes me react every single time?
“You just want me drunk,” I accuse.
“No, actually, I don’t. I just want you to let go of whatever is stopping you from having fun. You might think you have me figured out already, but I don’t go after wasted women who don’tknow what they're doing.” The tip of his nose brushes the edge of my ear. “It would be a travesty if she didn’t remember exactly how good it was the next morning.”
4
EVERETT
“You know, anyone who makes such big promises can only be a letdown.”
A deep chuckle rumbles in my chest. I know exactly how I sound, but luckily for her, it’s not bullshit. I just need the chance to show her that my skills match my arrogance.
“Is that right?”
“That wasn’t a challenge,” she counters, but it’s too late, I’ve already taken it as one.
She watched me play tonight, so she should already have a clue about how competitive I am. What she saw on the ice will pale in comparison to how hard I’ll play to prove her wrong.
I will give her everything I promise, and tomorrow, when she thinks back to tonight, she’ll know that one of us was right. And it won’t be her.
“You made the right decision, coming to my game tonight,” I tell her after accepting my shot and swallowing it down.
“I didn’t attend the Everett Donnelly game. I went to an LA Vipers game. You just happened to be in the line-up; there’s a difference.”
My brows lift as I absorb her words.
It’s refreshing. Most women I hook up with spend all night blowing smoke up my ass. If I’m lucky, I’ll even get a little hand action to prove they're serious before diving in. As of now, this woman has done nothing but fight me and try to get away.
It only makes me want her more.
“Didn’t stop you from turning up wearing my jersey though, did it?”
“That wasn’t by choice,” she mutters.
“Fate, then. You turned up wearing my name and number, and out of everyone in the arena tonight, I saw you and only you.”
“Do these lines really work?” She rolls her eyes, and my hand twitches with the need to wrap it around her throat.
My cock jerks. The image I’ve painted in my head of her wearing nothing but my name and number pales in comparison to what she’d look like wearing nothing but my hand as a necklace.
“No,” I confess, dragging her ass back against me so she can feel what our banter is doing to me. “I don’t usually have to work this hard. They’re generally willing to drop to their knees the second they learn my name.”
“Well, unfortunately for you, I have a little more self-respect.”
“I can’t help but wonder how much sweeter it’ll be when I prove you wrong.”
“Try as hard as you like; I’m not fucking you tonight.”
“Wanna bet?”
A laugh of disbelief bubbles from her lips as she spins around to face me.
