The Hockey Captain’s Unwanted Wife (Blair and Grayson) novel Chapter 220

Chapter 220

CHARLOTTE-

I watched him go.

Face red. Ears red. Everything red. He ran to his room like someone was after him.

I sighed and fell back against the cushions.

So much for getting him to want me again after last night.

He had left like he could not wait to get away from me.

I was sexually frustrated and embarrassed in equal measure.

Blair and Olivia had been so wrong. He clearly did not care about the outfit. He had stared in a weird way like why would you wear that to a movie. That was all. Not hunger. Not the look from when he was inside of me. Just confusion. Maybe even secondhand embarrassment on my behalf.

Ugh.

How humiliating.

I knew this would have happened. Sex with me was never going to be anything important to Luca.

He probably just did it to stop the arguments between us. One night to shut me up. One night to get it out of the way. Then back to best friends and qualifying.

But I kept remembering it.

How good it had felt to be that close to him. How amazing it was to wake up satisfied and in his arms. To look at all of his marks on my body and know he had left them there.

As far as I knew, the girls he slept with never got love bites. He did not linger. He did not claim. I hoped I was right and was not just wishing for it. The thought thrilled me anyway. That there was something he had done only for me.

I turned the movie off.

I did not care about the horse in it. Not tonight. I could try watching it again another time.

I went to my room, pulled the dress off like it had failed me, and stood under the shower until I felt less stupid.

The water hit the marks and I hissed at the reminder.

I imagined his mouth on me.

His hands.

Proof that last night had happened and it was amazing even if tonight he had treated me like a disaster waiting to happen.

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I hated this.

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Why should there even be a stupid rule between us? We were both adults. We had amazing sex. Why could we not do it again? Make it two nights? Three? Until the ache stopped?

I felt like crying into my pillows.

I even wanted to touch myself, and I knew it would not compare. Not to his tongue. Not to his cock stretching me. Not to the way he had told Barcelona to hear me scream.

“Whyyyy,” I groaned at the tile.

Luca had not even waited for the movie to finish.

He had bolted with an excuse about tomorrow, pillow still in front of him like he was trying to hide something.

Fine. If he wanted to ignore what happened. We could play his game.

I slept badly.

Every time I closed my eyes I was back on the wall. The desk. The glass. His forehead against mine when he realized I was a virgin.

The growl when I told him not to pull out. The wet sound of him fucking me after he stopped being careful. I woke twice reaching for a body that was not there.

The next morning was qualifying day.

Saturday.

The hour that decided whether he started at the front or the back.

I looked through the bags from yesterday like they were evidence of a bad idea.

Blair’s voice was still in my head. If you can sit down in it, it’s too long.

I dumped everything on the bed as I tried to find something for today. I wanted to see his eyes pop out with whatever I chose to wear.

I held up a dress. Too much for a race. Too much for cameras.

I tossed it aside and still remembered how his mouth had felt on my breasts while he was inside me.

Next the deep red. Shorter. Worse. I put it against my body in the mirror and heard Olivia laugh.

I tried jeans next. They made my ass pop.

Safe.

Normal.

The girl who stood on the stand and did her job.

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