The Hockey Captain’s Unwanted Wife (Blair and Grayson) novel Chapter 152

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Chapter 152

ROMAN-

I waited for her.

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Ethan and Blair were already in the seats. I had seen them come in. Olivia with them. All eyes in the building were on the floor, on me, on the tension of a game people had bet on. The crowd was loud. Excited.

I did not fucking care.

I cared about the text.

I had been awake all night obsessing over this exact moment. None of the noise had been louder than the promise I had sent from my phone.

Another taste. Before the game. For luck.

I sent another message the second I could slip off the court.

Locker room. Now.

Warm-ups were happening without me. That was okay. This was a warm-up too.

She showed five minutes later. I wasn’t sure what excuse she gave her brother but I was fucking glad to see her. To hold her. To touch her again.

The second I saw her I locked the locker room and pushed her up against my stall.

No greeting. No space. My mouth was on hers before the latch finished clicking.

Aggressive. Hungry. No slow start. She gasped into it and fisted my warmup shirt like she had been waiting in those seats as long as I had been waiting under the lights.

“Fuck. I missed you.”

“Me too.” It broke out of her when I cupped her breast through the thin fabric. Soft. Full. Mine for as long as this door stayed shut. I squeezed and she made a sound I felt in my cock.

“Your skirt is too short.” I growled and slid my hand underneath. Bare skin. No patience.

No panties?

Motherfucker.

What was she doing to me?

Warm. Smooth. Wet. Mine.

I kissed her harder, swallowing the next sound.

“I wore it for you.”

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I inwardly groaned.

Good girl”

We could not keep our hands off each other. Her fingers in my hair. Mine under her skirt, then gripping her ass and hauling her against me so she could feel how gone I already was.

She rolled her hips once and I almost forgot there was a building full of people above us.

I dropped to my knees.

The concrete was cold. She was not. I yanked her skirt down and put my mouth on her without a second thought. She was already so wet. I groaned against her and licked through it, then pushed my tongue inside her, fucking her with it while she grabbed my hair and tried not to make a sound that would echo too much.