“Is something wrong?” She asks.
“Nothing is wrong.” I pant, willing my pulse to slow down. “I’m just trying to go a little slower. I don’t want you to think that I brought you here to act like a caveman.”
The corners of her lips curl into a sexy, wicked little smile. “What if I want you to act like a caveman?”
It’s my turn to smile. “Don’t encourage me, pretty girl. I was trying not to ruin the romantic vibe.”
She palms my cock through my pants and I swear I see stars. “Give me the caveman treatment first, and we have all night to be romantic. Unless you’re too exhausted after the game to go more than once.”
I don’t even dignify that statement with an answer. I’m a hot-blooded, twenty-one-year-old elite athlete with enough stamina to play two hockey games and fuck my girl all night long.
“Colsen!” Taryn half-squeals, half-giggles when I hoist her over my shoulder. “What are you doing?”
The skirt of her dress rides up as she’s bent over my shoulder. I can’t resist the urge to lift it a little higher and lower my face to take a bite of that perfect ass clad in pink lace that matches her dress.
She lets out a surprised little scream, and I use my tongue to soothe the sting I just caused. “You bite now?”
“You said you wanted caveman” I chuckle. “I’ll give you caveman. One day, if you let me, I’m gonna fuck that perfect ass of yours. Maybe while Tucker takes your perfect little pussy.”
“Oh my God.” I can feel the way she squeezes her thighs together.
Taryn loves the idea of me and Tucker taking her together. Could she ever be more perfect for us?
I start walking to the huge bed, already planning all the things I want to do to her.
A knock on the door stops me in my tracks. “Who the hell could it be?” I bite out, annoyed by the interruption.
“Did you order anything from room service?” Taryn asks from over my shoulder.
“No.” Could someone have seen us sneak out? I hope it isn’t Coach Harrison, or God forbid, one of Taryn’s coaches.
Thank goodness Star Cove Country Club offers the most modern amenities to its guests. Rather than a peephole, each guest room has one of those video cameras on the door, and there’s a digital screen the size of a large smartphone on the inside.
I walk to the door with Taryn still dangling from my shoulder and grunt when I see the biggest cock blocker on the West Coast.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
OBSESSED
TARYN
“Who is it?” I ask as Colsen grunts a string of curses.
He’s looking at the digital screen that replaces the traditional peephole on our room’s door. I can’t see anything from my spot over his shoulder, since I’m facing the other way.
If it’s Coach Harrison, or Carole, or one of my coaches, we’re screwed. Or at least I am.
“It’s the biggest cock blocker on this side of the Pacific Ocean.”
Colsen opens the door and I hear Nash’s voice before I see him.
“What are you doing to Taryn?” he asks.
“I was about to take her to bed before some rude a-hole interrupted us,” Colsen bites out. “Now either fuck off or get inside before someone sees us. Whatever you want, it’s better to discuss it behind closed doors.”
Colsen steps back to allow Nash in. I finally get to see him with my own eyes when Colsen slams the door shutand turns around to step into the living room portion of our suite.
“So, can I know what the fuck do you want?” Colsen has turned again so all I can see is the marble countertop of the living room’s minibar.
