“Well, maybe I fancy a challenge tonight to mix things up a little. You guys are all celebrating, and I want to?—”
“You’re celebrating too,” Parker says with a frown. “You won as well.”
“By default. I won by default.”
“No, that’s not?—”
“Just leave it,” I bark, regretting saying anything.
Parker might be happy to call me out on my bullshit, but she celebrates my wins harder than anyone. She always has, and I love her for it, but nothing she can say will convince me that I had any influence on the Vipers’ performance this year.
“Darcy said your shoulder needs looking at,” she says, reverting to work.
I roll it, smothering the wince of pain. That asshole fucked me up when he slammed me into the boards tonight.
“It’s fine.”
Parker narrows her eyes at me.
“Promise me you’ll ice it tonight.”
“I’ll see what I can do,” I mutter as movement behind her catches my eye. “Excuse me, my presence is required elsewhere.”
I march away, directly toward the two women who’ve finally reemerged.
“I thought you’d run away,” I rasp, stepping right into her side.
“If only,” she counters, making her friend bark out a laugh.
“You’re meant to be letting go, Bea. Remembering how to enjoy life,” her friend supplies, giving me insight into the conversation that just happened in the bathroom.
“And you dare not ignore the queen’s orders.”
Her friend smirks as she lifts her hand to straighten her crown.
Thankfully, Hammond, our second-line goalie, appears and sweeps the queen away, leaving us alone again.
“Dance with me,” I demand before taking her hand and dragging her to the dance floor.
“No one ever says no to you, do they?” my girl asks when I pull her to a stop and tug her into my body.
“Can’t say I remember a time when they did.” She rolls her eyes again. “Keep doing that and you might just find yourself in a very compromising position, sweetheart.”
Her eyes widen, but I don’t miss the way her pupils dilate.
Dropping my hands down her back, I grab her ass, pinning her right up against me.
“I love willing women,” I rasp in her ear. “They make life easy. We both know what we want and we take it. But do you know what really gets my dick hard?” I thrust my hips forward so she doesn’t stand a chance of missing exactly how hard I am right now.
“Women stroking your already-inflated ego?” she quips.
“There can be stroking, but it’s not my ego I’m really interested in.” Lifting one hand to the back of her head, I twist my fingers in her hair and drag her head back so she has no choice but to look at me. “This little brat act you’ve got going on, though…it’s really doing it for me.”
I stare at her, my need for her growing. Her lips are parted, her chest heaving. I can only imagine how fast her heart is beating right now. Hopefully just as fast as mine, because fuck, I need this woman more than I need my next breath.
“Go on. Do it again. Roll your eyes at me, I dare you.”
“First a bet, and now a dare. You really are all about the games, aren’t you?”
