Page 77 of What Are the Chances
Still dressed in nothing but my boxers, I sat at the foot of the bed. Riley hadn’t put pants on either, so when she stepped between my legs I stole the opportunity to roam my hands over her bare skin. She didn’t stiffen or pull away, which I found pretty fucking promising.
“Can I ask you something?” she softly questioned.
“You can ask me anything, Dover.”
I glanced up in time to catch the tail end of her smile. I loved making Riley Dover smile.
“Do you really think you played well after we hooked up or was that just a line to get me to agree to this?”
“I wasn’t lying. The two games after my last two experiences on your couch have been my two best games this season.”
An adorable blush climbed her cheeks.
“If you don’t believe me, see for yourself how I play later,” I added.
I toyed with the elastic of her panties while she worked. Her hands on me. Mine on her. Talking like this. It was all too familiar. Way too fucking familiar. I missed it so much.
“Can I ask you something now?”
She pulled her lip between her teeth. “Maybe.”
“Why were you at our game against Allentown?”
Her eyebrows shifted slightly higher, the only tell I’d surprised her with my question.
“To watch Tanner and Lucas.”
“Uh-huh. And why were you watching them?”
“That’s two questions.”
“I didn’t realise we were keeping score.”
The taping felt like it was taking longer today. Perhaps, despite what she was always pretending, Riley didn’t want to leave this bubble either.
“I’ll answer another question if you’ll answer mine,” I offered.
Riley sighed, her shoulders falling heavily. “To appease your real question, I can’t fully explain why I was there for Tanner. But trust me when I say it was in a wholly platonic way.”
“On both sides?”
I was getting cheeky now, but if I had to give her another answer myself, so be it.
“On both sides,” she confirmed.
That was a relief. Didn’t mean I hated the guy any less though.
“Your turn,” I said.
Her breath tickled my skin as she leant closer. There was a heat between us, one I doubt would be extinguished anytime soon. Hell, I was raring to go again, and I was confident if I slipped my finger beneath the waistband of Riley’s underwear, she wouldn’t stop me.
Edging back slightly, she set down her tape before looking at me. Vulnerability danced in her eyes as she gestured to her messed up bed.
“Has it been like this for you with anybody else?”
“No, Dover. It hasn’t.”
And I felt no shame admitting that.
