Page 145 of What Are the Chances
Hell fucking yeah
WILL
With my mouth still fused to Riley’s I edged back into the physical therapy rooms and kicked the door closed. The room was pitch black. Riley reached around me to flick on a light before sinking her fingers into my hair.
Each time I kissed her was like the first time. I’d never get enough. I needed to pump the breaks though, because if I didn’t we’d end up naked on the therapy table again before we talked, and we really needed to talk.
Riley’s steel blue eyes were wide when she peered up at me. She looked fucking adorable, her lips swollen and her cheeks flushed.
“How much of that did you overhear?” she shyly checked.
I grimaced. “Will you hate me if I say all of it?”
She dropped her head.Nah-ah.I propped my finger beneath her chin, forcing her to look back at me. I was planning to intervene, but hearing Riley say all those things to her dad seemed like it was kind of therapeutic for her. And there was plenty I’d loved hearing, especially...
“Did you mean what you said about moving to Texas?”
It was ballsy to ask, and crazy to think it was a possibility, but now Riley had said it, I had to know how serious she was.
Slowly, she bounced her head up and down. “I meant it, Will. I’m in this. Fully.” She chewed her lip nervously. “Are you?”
“Hell fucking yeah.”
With the happiest smile, she pressed onto her toes to wrap her hand behind my neck and tug my lips back to hers. This time I couldn’t stop.
I backed us up until her thighs hit the therapy bed. Sitting on the edge of it, Riley’s hands fell to my slacks, toying with the zipper. This was about to be the third time Riley and I had fooled around in the hockey rooms, and something told me it wasn’t going to be the last.
Riley tugged my pants down enough to free my cock and wrap her mouth around it. She wasn’t wasting any time, which was more than okay with me.
She made a strangled sound that literally caused my balls to tighten. My head fell back in pure fucking ecstasy. This felt so good I was on the brink of becoming a one-minute-man.
“Dover,” I choked.
Grinning, Riley sat back up, licking her lips. “I’ve wanted to do that all night.” She slipped the green jacket off her shoulders. “That overtime goal was hot.”
I smirked. “That did it for you?”
“Definitely.”
She reached for the hem of her tight long sleeve top, whipping it over her head. Rather than a thick bandage, there was only a thin dressing on Riley’s forearm.
Tanner had kept me looped in this week. The wound was healing well, the stitches were due to come out soon, and all her bloods so far had returned no sign of infection. My girl was a fighter, but no surprises there.
“I love watching you play,” she added.
God, I loved hearing that.
I’d been too keyed up after the game to put on my suit jacket. All that was in the way was my shirt, which was already partially rolled up. I hastily undid enough buttons to yank it off and drop it on the floor.
“Wait,” Riley said, her eyes widening. “I should find Grace and–”
“Relax. She’s the one who sent me into the arena.”
Turns out I had a lot to thank Hughesy for. I’d tackle that later. Right now, all I cared about was the girl in front of me.
I climbed onto the therapy bed, forcing Riley to lie beneath me. How I was meant to get rehab on this table after fucking Riley on it twice was beyond me, but that was future Will’s problem.
I reached between us, unzipping Riley’s pants before tugging them down. She raised her hips, making it easier for me.
