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Parker and Ryan rolled into the room, each of their cheeks rosy from alcohol.
“Oh my god,” Lana gasped, her jaw dropping dramatically. “I love your jacket.”
Parker was wearing a satin green bomber jacket, which certainly drew your eye. Parker and Lana instantly hit it off, delving into an in-depth conversation about fashion the rest of us immediately checked out of. Leviand Grace entered their own little world, their faces close to each other. And Ryan bailed to find Tripp.
That left Riley and me.
I caught her eye and subtly gestured over my shoulder. With everyone else distracted, nobody watched me take her hand and lead her out of the kitchen and then upstairs.
After unlocking my bedroom, I tugged Riley in behind me then nudged the door closed. The music was partially subdued, but it wasn’t drowned out entirely.
Riley paced around the room, wandering as though it was the first time she’d been in here. I guess she’d been too drunk to snoop last time. I couldn’t say it was all that different to how it had been in freshman year.
She was still dressed in the training gear she’d worn to the game. I eyed her black leggings and the way they moulded around her ass. The same ass that had ground against me earlier when I had her bent over the therapy table.
Riley picked a framed picture off my dresser. It had been taken in the locker rooms after our championship win last year. Levi and I were still in our uniforms, holding the championship cup between us. Tripp and Ryan were sitting by our feet, grinning ecstatically with their bare chests covered in sweat.
Riley smiled fondly. “You look so happy.” She set the frame down before facing me. “I’ve never seen you smile like that.”
“Sure you have.”
I’d definitely smiled at her the same way. There were only two things in the world that really brought me that kind of joy – Riley and hockey. I prayed to all hell they could coexist.
Riley paced towards me. Reaching for the zip of my hockey jacket, she slowly tugged it down until it was fully open. After pushing it off my shoulders, she began unbuttoning my dress shirt. I should put a stop to this so we could talk, but that was easier said than done. I’d never been capable of turning Riley away. I craved her too much.
I was still wearing my suit jacket. It didn’t seem to be in Riley’s way though. With enough unclasped buttons she pushed open my dress shirt then ran her warm hands over my abdomen. I shivered beneath her touch.
“I like your tattoos,” she told me, her eyes glimmering in admiration. “Are you getting any more?”
My voice came out thick. “Maybe.”
I wasn’t one to get a tattoo just for the sake of a tattoo. Each one had a meaning, which was a challenge given how many I had. They generally linked back to hockey, or my friends, or my family. There were some for Riley too, whether I’d realised it at the time or not.
A black and white sunflower – the same flower I’d bought Riley on our first date after learning they were her favourite. A half-moon – the same shape it had been the night Riley told me she loved me for the first time. Here’s hoping no future girlfriends asked me about them.
Hell, who was I fucking kidding? I didn’t see any future girlfriends on the horizon. All I saw was Riley. She’s all I’d ever seen.
CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE
This would never work
RILEY
Will was intensely studying me like he was seconds away from throwing me onto his bed. I kind of hoped that was the plan. With his dress shirt unbuttoned and his suit jacket fitted over his broad shoulders, he looked especially hot. Particularly with his tattoos and muscled torso peeking through the clean-cut look.
I draped my arms around his head, tugging him closer. His mouth hovered above mine, his minty breath warming the skin of my neck. I wanted to kiss him so much it hurt. But I couldn’t give in to that urge. It would change things – things I refused to let change.
So instead I kissed his neck before dragging my tongue across his warm skin. Peppering kisses over his torso, I kept travelling south. Past his taut abs. Past his naval. Past the line of hair that disappeared beneath his belt.
“Riley,” he croaked.
Knowing this was getting to him encouraged me to keep going. Lowering to my knees, I slipped my Phil-U jacket off my shoulders before whipping the training polo over my head. Now Will and I were showing equal amounts of skin. Consider us even.
“We need to talk,” he murmured.
I reached for his zipper. “Do we?”
He was losing his resolve, and I knew the moment I wrapped my lips around his dick it would disappear entirely. As if sensing that too, he lifted me off the ground and carried us to his bed.
