Page 138 of Devious Obsession
Because she’smine.
Fuck, she doesn’t even argue that point anymore.
Finally, we get back to the jump spot and locate our clothes. I don’t bother putting my stuff back on—we’re both soaked, and I don’t really have another outfit planned for today. I bundle it all up and watch as Aspen comes to the same conclusion about her leather leggings: that there’s no way they’re going on wet legs.
“I’ve got a towel in the back of my car,” I say, urging her with me.
We pick up a faster pace and hurry through the restaurant parking lot. She seems keenly aware that people can see us through the restaurant windows.
Hell, they might’ve seen us jump.
I snatch the threadbare towel and wrap it around her. She takes it gratefully, tossing her clothes and purse into the trunk. I snap it closed and get the heat cranking in the car.
We’ll be at my apartment in minutes.
Aspen shivers beside me, wrapping her arms around herself. I put my hand on her thigh and leave it there until we’re parked in front of the hockey house. The guys are home—I spot Erik’s truck, too, which is irritating.
He ogled Aspen enough at the party, I don’t need him seeing her in her soaking-wet underwear now. I eye her as we climb out of the car, then grab her and throw her over my shoulder.
“Hey!” she squeals, almost kicking me in the face.
I smack her ass with my free hand, the one not securing her against me.
She lets out a huff and goes limp. Her ass really is gorgeous, her cheek reddening from my palm without much prompting at all. Her chest brushes my back, and I groan.
My dick twitches.
“Our stuff—”
“I’ll come back for it,” I tell her, striding toward the house.
Anything to get her off the sidewalk, whereanyonecould see her. I stroll in the front door and kick it closed behind me, sparing only a glance at the guys in the living room.
Erik and Jacob are both there with beers in their hands. It appears my teammates are refraining, waters and sandwiches in front of them.
“Whoa,” Erik calls. “What happened to you—”
The rest of the guys eye us, too. Aspen lifts her head just enough for Erik to get a look at her, and then she flips him off.
I chuckle. “We jumped off the point.”
“It’s freaking November,” Erik says, his eyebrows shooting up. “And you have agame—”
“It’s fine,” I interrupt. I keep moving, around the corner and up the stairs. Straight to the bathroom, where I deposit Aspen. Her expression is pure lust.
“You keep eyeing me like that, and everyone downstairs is going to hear you,” I warn.
She shrugs, holding my gaze. “Let them listen.” She gestures to the door. “I dare you to leave it open.”
Oh, she’ll be the death of me.
Still.
Challenge accepted.
I point to the counter. She slides her panties off and kicks them away, then hops up on it. She spreads her legs without prompting, giving me a view of her gorgeous cunt. She’s already wet and glistening for me. The tattoo is perfect.
Property of Steele O’Brien.
