Page 85 of Devious Obsession
She glances sharply at me, and her fingers stop moving.
I glare at her.
She glares back.
I can’t exactly tell her what I want—which sounds fucking crazy anyway. So I turn away and pretend to ignore her. But my heart is hammering, and I peek at her again. It takes a moment for her to start drumming again. Her fingers match the notes. Maybe. I don’t know much about music, but the timing seems right.
“Can you play this one?” I interrupt.
Her fingers don’t stop, though. They dance in place, and she sighs. “I can.”
“I want to hear you.”
“You did,” she says. “And then you drugged me.”
I shrug. “You were feeding my dad information. I had to find out a way to stop it.”
Her mouth drops open, and she twists in her seat to face me fully. “Are you kidding?That’swhy you did it?”
My brow furrows. “Why the fuck would I kid about that?”
“Because Itoldyou that I wasn’t giving him anything.” She hits my arm.Hard.
I glance over the seats toward Coach. His head is down, so whatever. Fuck it. I grab her and haul her onto my lap, adjusting her until she’s straddling me. She squeaks in surprise, gripping my shoulders. Her ass settles on my thighs, her knees at my hips.
Her weight on me feels right, somehow.
Like we’re a perfect fit.
“I didn’t trust you,” I say, leaning up to get right in her face. “What was I supposed to do, Aspen, just believe that you were going to keep my image clean for my father? Any little bit of information you gave him could be twisted against me. And trust me, sweetheart, he’s been trying to get anything on me to prove I’m a disappointment.”
“Is your relationship with him really that bad?” she whispers. “I don’t understand why he asked me in the first place, why—”
“Was Crown Point your first choice?”
Her gaze shutters. That wall drops down, and she doesn’t answer.
So it wasn’t.
“My father manipulates people for a living, Aspen. I have my inheritance, but I’ve never done what he’s truly wanted: to take overhisbusiness. To become exactly like him. For a while, I was on track to do just that.” My fingers find their way under the hem of her shirt, inching up her back. “But then I found hockey.”
“And you want to make a career out of it,” she guesses.
“Exactly. So, outwardly, my dad is supportive. But on the inside, he’s boiling. Itching for a reason to yank me from this school and force me to join his business.” I shrug, like it’s not a big deal. But it does sting, sometimes, to know that he doesn’t really give a shit about what I want. “Dad has an empire. Empires need rulers, succession. And sometimes, I think Dad plans to force me to work for him.”
Aspen shifts closer.
My fingers reach her bra clasp, and I unhook it quickly. The band immediately loosens under her shirt, and I slide my hands around to her front. She sucks in a breath when I palm both of her tits.
I wasn’t lying when I said I loved them.
They’re the best fucking things I’ve ever seen. Perfect size for my hands, pretty nipples. If we weren’t on a bus, I’d push up her shirt and take one in my mouth.
As it is, my fingers will have to do.
My cock hardens between us, but I ignore it. A little tension will do wonders for my game—I think. I’m hoping.
“Steele,” she gasps. “What—”
