Page 151 of Wicked Minds
His grin turns positively savage as he leans in until my entire field of vision is filled with his looming face. “Glad we cleared that up. So next time, I am going to paint your inner walls with my cum, then watch as it drips down your thighs, marking you to the whole world as mine.”
Fuck.
At his possessive tone and dangerous words, my body clenches, coming back to life from the embers of that earth-shattering release. His smirk is hungry and smug, knowing exactly the effect he has on me, and before I can do something stupid like demand he put his cock back in me and prove his point, I scooch back to sit upright.
Still looking far too full of himself, Logan reaches for his t-shirt and uses it to clean me up before mumbling about using the bathroom. Pulling on his boxers, he strides toward where I presume the showers and toilet stalls are.
When he’s out of sight, I slip into my panties and bra and search for my top amongst the disarray of our discarded clothing when my gaze catches on the nameAstor, and I pause, staring at what is presumably his locker. Hanging in it is his jersey, in all its black and gold finery. I smile coyly as an idea comes to mind. Abandoning my mission to find my clothes, I move closer.
My fingers brush over his name stitched across the back before I pull it from the hanger and slip it over my head. It drowns me, stopping mid-thigh, and the sleeves fall past my fingers, but it feels like butter against my skin. I smile into the fabric as I breathe in the unique winter scent that is uniquely Logan.
A sharp inhale has me spinning to find Logan standing in the doorway leading to the showers, staring at me with ravenous hunger. “Fucking hell, Shortcake, do you even know what you’re doing?”
I cock a brow. “Trying on your jersey.”
His laugh is strangled. “More like making every single one of my fantasies come to life.”
I recall the way his eyes lit up with a feral possession the first time he saw me wearing his number. The way he practically pounced on me in the family room after his game. The promise I made to him before Saturday night’s game…
My gaze dips to his boxers, or more notably, the long, hard rod making itself known, and my teeth sink into my lower lip. Glancing up at him through my eyelashes, my smile is coy. “You’re saying this does it for you, Astor, seeing a girl in your jersey?”
He shakes his head, taking a step toward me as if being pulled on an invisible string. “Not just any girl.” Another step. “You, Shortcake.” Another step, and he’s mere feet from me, his gaze hot enough to scorch my skin. “Seeingyouin my jersey is my every fantasy.”
“Just seeing me?”
“Baby, be careful. You’re asking to get fucked.”
Smiling like the cat that got the cream, I tilt my head and stare at Logan directly. “If your fantasy is to fuck me in your jersey, Astor, then why don’t you come over here and make that dream a reality.”
He pounces, all gentleness gone, and I’m left facing the Logan that his opponents face on the ice as my panties are ripped from my body and I’m hauled off my feet. This time there’s nothing sweet or tender about our union as Logan drives himself into me in one hard thrust and proceeds to fuck my brains out, emptying himself inside me just like he promised.
44
ROYCE
“You’re taking all of this surprisingly well.” I side-eye Grayson as we make the drive to Springview for my clandestine meeting with Lydia. He hasn’t said a word the entire journey, and I’m curious to know what he’s thinking. After our conversation yesterday, he went for a walk to clear his head and has barely said a word since. However, Riley's revelation on top of the shit he’s found out about his mom can’t be easy for him.
His only response is a grunt, and I roll my eyes, deciding if he doesn’t want to talk, then that’s fine with me. Silence is my MO, anyway.
Instead, I reach forward to turn on the radio for some background noise, Bad Things byThe Phantomsplaying softly through the car as I relax back in my seat, my foot resting on the accelerator as we head down the freeway.
“I went to see her,” Gray eventually blurts.
“Went to see who? Riley?”
“I see what you guys were saying. Can’t argue with those looks.”
I cast a glance his way. “You saw a picture of Aurora?”
He nods, scraping his hand through his hair as he turns to stare out the passenger window. “Thought it would help if I saw her.”
“And?” I query when he trails off, sounding lost and defeated.
Slowly, he turns back to face me, exhaustion etched into the hard lines of his face and bruised beneath his eyes. He shakes his head.
“I feel like I’m the world’s biggest idiot. How could I not have seen it? I mean, he was beating the shit out of my mom, and what, I just didn’t notice?”
“You were only a kid, Gray.”
