Page 105 of Devious Obsession
Still shy. She’s tried to withdraw once we got back from the away game. Embarrassed, ashamed. My dick is hard just thinking about how that night played out. Besides the earth-shattering confessions she laid on me. Obviously.
“Hey, sweetheart.” I use my finger to direct her face toward mine and claim her lips.
She lets out a little gasp of surprise, like we’ve never done this before. But after a second, she leans into it. Her lips are soft on mine, yielding. She lets my tongue slip into her mouth for a moment. And then I withdraw, smirking at her dazed look.
“Don’t hide from me,” I order.
She nods vaguely, and I settle into my seat. Greyson and Knox join us, and they both slap my hand in greeting. I grin at them, tuning in to their mid-progress discussion. Something about the best way to get a puck past the goalie.
“Party at our house on Friday,” Knox says suddenly, straightening up. “After the game. I forgot to tell you.”
I roll my eyes. When is therenota party after a game? Although sometimes we take it to Haven, other times there’s just too many people. And it’s nice to be able to sit on a couch, or watch my teammates make fools out of themselves.
“It’s small.” Knox is defensive. He glances across Greyson at his brother, then back at me. “Like, fifteen people, tops.”
“Who?” I ask.
“Me, you, Miles, Finch, uhhh, some puck bunnies—”
“Your girlfriend?” I bite the inside of my cheek.
Knox waves me off. “She’s got a dance thing. She might be around later.”
Greyson shifts. He meets my eyes, and I pick up what he’s saying. That Knox is taking this bet thing alittletoo far, especially when we know Willow’s already in love with him. She just won’t admit it, the same way Knox won’t give up.
They’re stubborn.
And only Willow is going to end up hurt.
I roll my eyes in return and focus on eating my meal. Aspen chats to her friends beside me, but her hand finds my leg under the table. I grin to myself at the contact. Her fingers dig into my jeans, and her palm inches higher… and higher.
I grunt under my breath, not minding that she’s being so bold—but also, if she wakes up this beast, she’s going to have to suffer the consequences.
Her fingers graze my cock, and it leaps against the denim. I curse the jeans… and then I get an idea.
I grab her wrist and squeeze once in warning, stilling her movements. I finish my food and rise. I tug her with me. My blood is racing, but I ignore it and tell my friends that we’ll be right back.
Greyson watches us with a small smirk, but the rest seem unbothered.
Aspen doesn’t put up a fight until we get to the stairwell.
The same stairwell where I spilled the contents of her bag everywhere, then came on her tits. The idea of doing that again is kind of alluring… but I have a better idea.
“You want to get me hard, sweetheart?”
She hums behind me, still trying to get her wrist free.
There’s a little alcove under the stairwell, drenched in shadows. It’s a useless design flaw—they could’ve made it a closet from the other side or something, but instead it’s just empty. I point to the space in front of me.
“Kneel.”
She shivers and looks up at me.
My brows lower. “Now, Aspen.”
She drops.
It’s the most beautiful thing. She goes to her knees in front of me, and I run my fingers through her loose hair.
