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VIGGO
She Keeps Me Up
Kissing scarlett left Viggo with the worst case of blue balls he’d ever had in his life.
As soon as he got back to his room, he headed straight to the bathroom to take a cold shower. Standing under the arctic spray with his eyes closed, he tortured himself by reliving the superhot kiss. He could still taste her soft lips, still feel the swell of her ass in his palms, still hear her breathy moans, still feel the lush heat of her body writhing against his.
As the cold water pounded over him, he wrapped slick fingers around his raging erection and started jacking off as images of Scarlett flashed across his mind. He imagined her leaning back against the shower wall, her leg hooked over his shoulder and her eyes closed in ecstasy as he buried his face between her thighs. He imagined her on her knees before him, his cock disappearing between her plump lips. He imagined her naked and sprawled beneath him, those silky brown legs wrapped around his waist as he thrust into her. He imagined those sexy claws of hers raking his back as her hot pussy muscles clenched around him. And he imagined her throwing back her head and screaming his name, her voice hitting all sorts of toe-curling high notes.
He groaned raggedly as he came, spurting forcefully against the tiled wall.
The orgasm took the edge off, but he was still horny as fuck minutes later when he stepped out of the shower and slung a towel around his hips.
He’d had sex plenty of times, with too many women to count. But no woman had ever affected him the way Scarlett Warner did. He’d wanted her from the moment he set eyes on her at the engagement party. She’d been standing with her back to him, sipping from a glass of champagne while chatting with her cousin. He’d approached her from behind, admiring the smooth bare skin exposed by her backless pantsuit, the material clinging to her round ass and smokin’ hot curves. He was practically drooling as he got closer to her.
And then she’d turned around and…holy hell. She’d taken his breath away and stopped his damn heart.
She was even more beautiful than she looked in pictures. She had the most incredible eyes he’d ever seen, slanting pools of onyx rimmed with long black lashes. Her cheekbones were high and her pillowy lips were ripe for kissing. Her piercings only added to her total hotness.
As he’d stared at her, he was struck by an overwhelming feeling of déjà vu—a certainty that he’d met her somewhere before. But that was crazy. No way would he ever forget meeting a woman like her.
He’d watched her all night. He was mesmerized by the hypnotic pull of her face and her innately sensual moves on the dance floor, the way she raised her arms over her head and swayed her hips, losing herself in the music. He couldn’t take his eyes off her. When she danced with other guys, he’d felt insanely jealous. We’re talking she-belongs-to-me-so-get-your-fucking-hands-off-her jealous.
Now that he’d kissed her, now that he knew just how good she tasted and how right she felt in his arms, he wanted more. Had to have more.
He went to bed so fucking hard he hurt. He could have gone back to the party and picked a bunny—any bunny—to have sex with. It would have relieved some of his pent-up tension. But it would have been a total dick move, banging one woman to quench his thirst for another.
And he didn’t want anyone else. Nobody but Scarlett would do.
He tossed and turned all night thinking about her and that explosive kiss. No surprise that he woke up with an even bigger boner, which required another cold shower and more whacking off.
Instead of joining his teammates downstairs for breakfast, he ordered room service and ate alone while watching highlights from last night’s barn burner against the Red Wings. He’d scored two goals, and Reid had clinched the win by nabbing his three hundredth career goal in the final seconds of the game. They’d had a big night, but reliving the highlights did nothing to improve his mood.
He was still surly as fuck when he boarded the team bus two hours later. So when Reid showed up wearing the satisfied grin of a man who’d had his world rocked all night long, Viggo went from feeling surly to downright hostile. Which, of course, made him a selfish prick. Reid was his best friend. Why should he begrudge him his happiness just because he was suffering from the world’s most epic case of blue balls?
As Reid started down the aisle, the guys whistled and cheered and made loud kissing noises at him. Some wiseass started playing the “Wedding March” on his phone, which set off a chain of raucous laughter and jokes.
Reid took the teasing in stride, laughing and accepting backslapping congratulations as he made his way to the back of the bus and plopped into the seat beside Viggo.
“Yo.”
Viggo grunted a greeting.
Reid chuckled. “What’s your problem?”
“Nothing.”
“Sure about that? You sound like you had a rough night.”
“I didn’t,” Viggo muttered.
“That’s not what I heard,” Logan Brassard joked, popping up from his seat in front of them. He was grinning, dark brown eyes gleaming with mischief.
Reid hitched his chin at Logan. “What’d you hear?”
“Dubinski says he caught your boy making out with Nadia’s cousin last night.”
“Holy shit.” Reid’s incredulous gaze swung to Viggo. “You made out with Scarlett?”
“They got interrupted,” Logan said, grinning harder. “Judging by his pissed-off mood this morning, I’m guessing he had to settle for a self handy and a cold shower.”
Viggo flipped him the bird.
Logan just laughed, rubbing a tattooed hand over his buzz-cut black hair.
Reid grinned at Viggo. “So how’d you go from stalker-watching Scarlett—”
“I wasn’t stalker-watching her,” Viggo grumbled.
Logan snorted. “You’re kidding, right?”
Reid laughed. “Seriously, bro. You should have seen your face when she was dancing with Colt. I thought you were gonna kick his ass. He thought so, too. You had him so nervous he asked me if Scarlett was your woman.”
That gave Viggo a surge of satisfaction even as he grumbled, “He couldn’t have been that nervous. He danced with her three fucking times.”
Reid laughed. “True.”
Logan grinned, scratching the scruff on his jaw. “Can’t really say I blame you for acting all possessive and shit. Scarlett’s a total babe.” His eyes glinted. “If things don’t work out between you two, give her my number.”
Viggo scowled. “Fuck off, Brassard.”
Laughing, Logan turned around and dropped back into his seat.
As the team bus pulled away from the hotel, Reid took out his phone and sent off a text. From the shit-eating grin on his face, it was obvious that he was texting Nadia.
“Aww.” Viggo leaned over, pretending to read a made-up message in a syrupy falsetto. “Hi, honey boo. We’re heading to the airport. I’ll be thinking about you allll the way home. Kiss, kiss.”
Reid laughed. “Don’t be jealous.”
Viggo grinned crookedly. What could he say? The green-eyed monster was doing some serious jiu-jitsu all over his ass right now. No point denying it.
Reid responded to a text from Nadia and then tucked his phone away, still grinning from ear to ear. “We’re gonna check out some wedding venues tomorrow.”
“Yeah?” Viggo drawled humorously. “Sounds like fun.”
“I’m looking forward to it, actually. I hope we find the perfect spot.”
Viggo stared at Reid. The womanizing player he’d known for the past six years had been replaced by a lovesick sap he hardly recognized.
And now he was whistling. Whistling.
Viggo shook his head at him. “That good, huh?”
“Oh yeah.” Reid didn’t have to ask what he meant. “Damn good.”
Viggo couldn’t help smiling. “Lucky son of a bitch.”
Reid’s grin softened. “I know.”
Chuckling, Viggo turned to stare out the window as the bus rolled through the streets of Detroit. When an image of Scarlett’s face flashed in his mind, hunger heated his bloodstream. He couldn’t get their kiss out of his head. Several hours later, he could still feel her breath mingling with his, still feel her pulse pounding against his lips as he pressed his mouth to her neck, still feel her nipple pebbling against his palm—
“So…”
Viggo jerked away from the window to look at Reid. “What?”
“You finally got your introduction to Scarlett,” Reid said, his blue eyes glinting. “I’m guessing she was worth the wait.”
“Hell yeah.” Viggo felt himself smiling. He couldn’t help it. “She’s incredible.”
“Of course she is. She’s Nadia’s cousin.” Reid grinned broadly. “So what’s your next move?”
“Dinner. Someplace fancy.”
“Atta boy,” Reid said approvingly.
Viggo chuckled. He’d never been more excited about taking a woman out on a date. It couldn’t happen soon enough.
“You know,” Reid said casually, “Nadia and Scarlett are super close. If Nadia weren’t a year older, I would have sworn they were separated at birth. Their fathers are twins and their mothers have been best friends since childhood. So Nadia and Scarlett grew up together. They share everything and are very protective of each other. It’d totally break Nadia’s heart if Scarlett got hurt—”
“Hold up. You’re warning me not to be a dick?” Viggo shook his head in amused disbelief. “Hell has truly frozen over.”
Reid laughed. “All I’m saying is that I’ve got a good thing going with Nadia. The best damn thing I’ve ever had. So don’t fuck it up for me, bro. Hell, don’t fuck it up for either of us. Feel me?”
Viggo grunted his agreement.
“Awesome.” Reid yawned and leaned back against the headrest, stretching out his long legs and folding his hands over his stomach. “I need a nap. My insatiable fiancée kept me up all night.”
Viggo smirked. “Fuck you.”
Reid laughed, closing his eyes. “Wake me up when we get to the airport.”
“Yeah. Sure.”
Reid grinned at his surly tone. “Hater.”
Biting back a grin, Viggo dug inside his breast pocket and took out his phone. Ignoring the notifications that flashed on the screen, he pulled up Off The Grid’s latest album. After putting in some earbuds, he found the song he was looking for and pressed PLAY.
As Scarlett’s sultry vocals poured into his ear, he leaned his head back, closed his eyes and pretended she was singing only to him.