Chapter Eight

 

“Hey, sugar, how you doin’?” Todd asked.

“Fine. You don’t sound so hot, though.” Even down the telephone line I could tell he was hungover. His words sounded as if they were slicing through a cheese grater, his voice deeper than usual.

“No, I’m not getting out of bed today. Didn’t get home until the sun was coming up. Dustin Reed is a bad influence and I think I’m allergic to tequila.”

I giggled and wriggled backward. Felt Raven’s body scoop around mine. “And Raven is a bad influence on me. We haven’t got out of bed yet, either. Well, except to get food.”

“Yeah, you’re missing out,” Raven huffed over my shoulder.

“I heard that.” Todd groaned. “Does he have to rub it in? What I wouldn’t do to be snuggled up with you both right now, have your sexy naked body wrapped around mine. I would feel so much better then.”

I was about to say that he was welcome to join us. But my night with Raven, making love, adoring each other’s bodies, had been so utterly perfect that I wouldn’t have changed a single thing about it. And, to my surprise, that included having the delectable Todd with us now.

Todd was speaking again. “So tomorrow. We have an exhibition game. I expect Raven will come along, so why don’t you, too? You can sit with the girls you met yesterday. They liked you. I could tell.”

Raven was sliding his hand over my ribs, gently cupping the underside of my breast. I let out a sigh as he smoothed his thumb over my nipple.

“Fiona?” Todd said.

“Mmm?”

He laughed. “I’ll leave you two to enjoy yourselves. But tomorrow, four o’clock. I’ll meet you at the rink.”

Raven tugged my cell from my hand. “See ya,” he said, then flicked it shut and tossed it aside.

“Hey, that was rude.”

“Tough. He’s only got himself to blame. If he hadn’t been so eager to carry on partying last night, he could have been here, too.” He wedged his knee between mine and forced me to spread my legs for him. His sheathed cock nudged at my entrance and I could feel moisture oozing from me, preparing for his plunge.

It was as though we couldn’t get enough of making the other come. Over and over he’d made me fly. Ecstasy running through my veins had become the norm—long may it continue.

 

*****

 

“Where are we going?” I asked. Raven had ordered me dressed midafternoon and informed me we were heading out. We were now driving down the freeway.

“To the mall. You need a decent jacket if you’re going to the rink tomorrow.”

“I’ve got a jacket.”

He huffed. “Yeah, a thin lightweight thing that will barely keep you a degree warmer than the ice.”

He had a point. I’d packed for sunshine, sunshine and more sunshine.

“Is your shoulder okay?” I asked as he spun the wheel and pulled into a space. It was the first time he’d driven since his dislocation.

“Yeah, this beauty has power steering. I could turn her on a pinhead with my little finger.”

“Perfect.” I paused. “And the joint pain is tolerable after all of our, er, activity last night?”

He switched off the engine and turned to me. I couldn’t see his eyes, he wore his shades, but the slight curl of his lips told me he was fine. “Yeah, pumpkin, it seems your real are good for me in every department.”

My breath kind of juddered as he leaned forward and kissed me. A lovely, lingering kiss that made my spine tingle and my toes curl. Damn, the man knew how to use his tongue, whatever he was doing with it.

“Come on,” he said eventually. “Let’s go shop.”

It was an out-of-town mall and fairly quiet. I heard several different accents and guessed there were tourists around. Raven drew a few glances as we wandered into a boutique, but no one stopped him for an autograph or picture. I was relieved. I was enjoying having him to myself. Maybe he’d just drawn glances because he was so damn big and gorgeous and not because he was famous.

The shop door shut and cool air-conditioning washed over me. Gentle piano music filtered around the racks of clothing and a sweet perfume infused the air. We wandered down the aisles toward the jacket section.

“This would look great on you,” Raven said, stopping and reaching for a short red dress with thin straps.

I pulled a face. “I never wear red. It goes terribly with my hair.” He slotted his shades onto the top of his head. “Really?”

“Absolutely, trust me. It makes me look like a pimple.”

“Oh, okay.” He replaced the dress. “Well, how about this one?” He plucked the same dress off the rack but this time in electric blue.

“Mm, that is nice,” I said, studying the material. It had a slight sheen to it, like a rainbow reflected in oil.

“Try it,” he said, offering it forward.

I slid my fingers over the low sweetheart neckline. “I thought we came here to get me a jacket.”

“We did, we will.” He narrowed his eyes and lowered his voice. “But try this on. I really want to see you in it.”

I was tempted. “But I don’t need a dress. I brought my green one.”

“And you look beautiful in it. But what if we get invited to another party? You can’t wear the same thing again.”

I laughed. “That’s just the sort of thing a woman would say.”

“You calling me a woman?” he asked with a frown.

My smile dropped. I stepped closer. “No, not at all.” My lips were almost touching his. “There’s nothing feminine about you, you’re all man, which is why it’s funny to hear you say that.”

He huffed. “Glad you think so. Now go try the dress on.”

He was just so easy to tease. It was adorable. I skimmed my lips over his, took the dress and headed for the fitting room.

A shop assistant showed me into a large fitting area. “If you need a different size or would prefer another color just ask,” she said.

“Okay, thanks.”

I stripped out of my jeans and t-shirt. Dropped them on a straight-backed chair and toed off my sandals.

“You need a hand, pumpkin?”

I pulled the louvered door open a fraction. Raven sat right outside, perched on a wicker stool that he looked like he might actually break.

“I’m fine. And no peeking.”

He grunted. “No part of you I haven’t seen before and no part of you I’m not willing to see again.”

I grinned. “Behave.”

The assistant, who I now noticed was standing just to Raven’s left, cleared her throat and walked into the shop area.

I poked my tongue out at him and shut the door.

Quickly I tugged the dress over my head, slid it down my body and adjusted the straps. It was low-fronted but fit like a dream.

“You’re killing me. I’m coming in if you don’t hurry up,” he called, his gruff voice extra loud in the quiet shop.

“Hang on.” I fluffed my hair, licked my lips and cocked my hips. It was a nice dress, like really nice. Tight but not slutty, short but not knicker-flashing.

“Fiona.”

“In a minute.” I went up on my toes, mimicking high heels. My back arched, my chest stuck forward and my legs elongated.

Suddenly the door snapped open.

“Hey,” I said, turning.

“I did warn you,” he said, his gaze roaming down my body, “that I’d be coming in.”

“You’re the most impatient man I’ve ever met,” I said, spinning back to the mirror.

He pulled the door up and stepped in close. Curled his hands around my waist and drew me against him. Our gazes connected in the reflection.

“Only where you’re concerned,” he said onto my hair.

I rested my hands on his forearms, felt the heat from his flesh on my palms. “And getting back on the ice. You’re impatient about that, too.”

“Yeah, I guess.” He ran his hands down over my hips and then back up, over my stomach, chest and to my shoulders.

Each slide and touch of his slow caress had my heart beating faster. The tips of his fingers over my cleavage, the rough pads of his palms on my bare skin caused my breath to hitch and a spark to ignite between my legs.

“You should definitely get this dress,” he murmured. “You look like every fantasy I’ve ever had come true.”

“What, little old me? You really expect me to believe that?” I dropped back down to my heels and gasped as a hard rod of flesh nudged into the hollow of my back. “Raven?”

He hissed in a breath. “Now do you believe me?” He pulled me tighter against him. “Damn it, Fiona, I thought I was all grown-up and in control of my dick, but just sitting out there thinking of you stripped down to your underwear in here has got me turned-on.”

I spun in his arms, looped my hands around his neck. His erection dug into my stomach. I couldn’t resist a little wiggle against it.

His jaw clenched and his nostrils flared.

“But why me? You’re a hotshot hockey player, rich, successful, you could have any woman. Why me?”

“Why the hell not you?” He spoke with his teeth gritted as he tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear.

“I’m not asking why not, I’m asking why me? Why not some blonde bimbo who’s just walked off the cover of Playboy?”

He frowned so deeply his eyebrows hung over his eyes. “Are you serious?”

I shrugged. “Yeah. I guess.” Okay so I was having a little moment of insecurity. I liked what I saw in the mirror, my red hair, pale, freckled skin and hourglass curves had always been with me. But didn’t superstars have tall, thin, perfectly tanned models on their arms?

He cupped my face in his hands, tilted my chin. “Pumpkin, when I look at you I see not only beauty but also an incredible, talented, confident woman. Someone who cares on so many different levels for the people around her.”

I watched his mouth as he spoke.

“Your eyes sparkle when you talk about your folks, Fiona, and you get this determined set to your jaw when you tell me about patients you’ve treated, like you weren’t going to give up on them.”

“I wouldn’t ever give up on anyone.”

“Does that include me?”

A deep ache tore at my chest. “You mean your treatment.”

“I guess.”

“No, I won’t give up.

“Even though I’m a miserable bastard.”

“There’s no denying that.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry.” I dropped my gaze to the hollow of his throat. It was deep and defined by the two taut tendons of his neck. “Please don’t be sorry for any part of who you are.”

He crooked his finger beneath my chin and raised my face to his. “Does that mean you won’t give up on me?”

“I’m here for as long as you need me to be.”

He closed his eyes. Pulled in a deep breath.

“Raven,” I whispered.

Suddenly he was kissing me—softly, sweetly, tenderly.

I opened up and let his tongue slip in, pressed my body against the length of his. As his lips moved over mine and his hands slipped down to my butt, a heat grew in my pussy. My nipples hardened and pressed through the dress against his chest.

His cock was hard and solid. I was getting wet, thinking about all that granite flesh shunting in and out of me, bringing me to orgasm. I tangled my fingers in his hair, slanted my head and deepened the kiss.

God, I want this man.

“Ah yes, fucking hell, you’re so perfect,” he whispered, kissing across my cheek and down my neck. The base of my skull was cradled in his hand, each touch of his lips on my skin sent shivers of desire through my body. His other hand cupped my butt, dragging me closer. I gasped and felt my knees weaken. Could we really? Here?

“Will madam be taking the dress?” A stern female voice to my left.

Raven stopped kissing me but he didn’t let go. “Yeah, madam will be,” he said, looking into my eyes and giving a half-smile that was a mixture of amusement and lust. “It suits both her and me.”

I giggled and pushed him off. Turned to the assistant who was glaring through the gap in the doorway. “Yes, thank you. I’ll just put my own clothes back on.”

Her face was stiff. “Very good, madam.” She turned and walked away.

“You,” I said to Raven, pushing his back to maneuver him out of the cubicle, “are a bad influence on me.”

“Only as much as you are on me.” He stepped out.

I pulled the door closed.

“And I’m buying the dress, no arguments,” he said.

“But—”

“And a warm jacket for tomorrow. I don’t want you getting a chill.”

“No, really, I can’t let you do—”

“Pick your battles, pumpkin.” His voice was low and husky. “Because do you really want to have a who is the most stubborn contest with me? It could get real ugly and you would definitely lose.”

“I can be pretty stubborn too, you know.” I tugged the dress off and glanced at the price tag.

Bloody hell.

It was just over two thousand dollars. No way.

I stared at my reflection in the mirror. My mouth hung open but no words came out.

“Right, that’s settled,” he said. “I’ll go and pick some jackets for you to try on.”

 

*****

 

I’d never been to a hockey match before. So the sheer size of the rink and the volume of cars and people, just for an exhibition game, came as a shock.

“We’ll park ’round the back,” Raven said, guiding his sleek black Volvo through the milling crowd.

A security guard dressed in a fluorescent yellow jacket tipped his hat to Raven and waved us on.

“I can’t see Brick’s bike, which means he’ll have driven and brought Carly,” Raven said, again neatly slotting the big car into a space. “He made some promise to her father that he’d never take her on the bike again.”

Butterflies suddenly swarmed in my stomach. Carly, the one person who knew there was something between me and both Todd and Raven. Should I come clean or just keep my head down?

Head down. My life, my business.

“Hey, what’s the matter?” Raven frowned in my direction. “You’ve gone pale.”

I swallowed tightly. “I’m fine.”

The crease lines on his forehead deepened. “No, you’re not.”

“It’s just Carly guessed that there was something between all three of us. You know, after she saw us cozying up at the party.”

He studied me with heavy eyes. “And is that a massive problem for you?”

“Well, yes, it’s private and plus I wouldn’t like to be thought of as a tart, you know, an easy lay. I’ve had sex with both of you. You more than him admittedly, but…”

Reaching forward, he pinched my chin between his thumb and index finger and tilted my head to his. “You’re not a tart or an easy lay, so don’t say that about yourself. You’re a wonderful, sexy, giving woman, and if we all consented to a threesome then where is the problem?”

“But it’s just… I just feel embarrassed, that’s all. I want to keep it between us.”

His mouth twisted as he tugged the inside of his cheek, his expression thoughtful. “Okay, if that’s how you feel then fair enough. You and I have a professional relationship and you’re dating Todd. How does that sound?”

I couldn’t help but sigh. I felt closer to Raven than Todd. Right now, just not being naked in bed with him felt like we were too far apart. “But…?”

“It’s a Band-Aid for today’s situation,” he said, moving to get out of the car. “But don’t forget what I said about Todd, will you? He’s not the settling-down type.”

I thought back. Enjoy Todd for what he was. A handsome guy who liked to fuck but flitted around. Strange thing was, despite knowing that bit of information, I did still want him. If time with Todd was like an egg timer, each grain of sand reducing the moments I had left with him, then I didn’t want to waste any. There was just something so damn alluring and sexy about him.

I stepped out of the car and considered looping my arm with Raven’s. Touching him had become such a natural thing to do. But I stopped myself. Professional relationship. That was what we had.

My God, what was going on? Physically I wanted both of these men, but they were wheedling their way into my psyche, too.

The icy blast that hit me as we stepped into the Vipers’ home rink was like a slap on the face. “Bloody hell. Is it always this cold?” I asked, snapping up the zip on my cozy new leather and suede jacket.

Raven laughed gruffly. “Yeah, otherwise the ice would melt and it would be water hockey.”

A shiver snaked up my spine and I hunted out the silky gloves he’d also insisted on buying for me.

“This way.” He headed down a wide corridor. “That’s our locker room,” he said, pointing at a big door with a picture of a snake on the front. “And that’s the tunnel to the ice.”

I stared at the big mouth gaping toward the rink. The sound of the crowd buffeted through it. Laughter and chanting, shouts and horns. The air even smelled cold. As though it was infused with frost. I guessed it was intensified by the outdoor heat I’d become accustomed to in Orlando.

Shoving my hands deep into my jacket pockets, I followed Raven. He wore a black leather jacket and dark blue jeans. The jacket stopped just short of his damn fine butt. A butt I now had the pleasure of knowing intimately, every shape and muscle, curve and smooth dip of skin. A shiver that had nothing to do with the cold zigzagged through my belly. Bloody hell, I was insatiable. We’d been on a complete shag-a-thon from the minute we’d stepped back into his house from the mall, half the night and then again this morning, twice. How could I still be in need of sex?

I spotted Carly and Dana in the stands, both wearing hats and coats. They were clearly accustomed to sitting in the arctic for a few hours a week.

“You wait here and I’ll be back. I need a catch-up with Ramrod,” Raven said, pointing to a spare seat next to Carly then walking back toward the locker room.

My mouth suddenly felt dry and those damn butterflies began to swarm again. But what choice did I have, except to go and sit down?

“Hey, Fiona,” Carly said as I approached.

Dana looked up and smiled. Her cheeks were rosy and her black curly hair licked around the sides of her hat.

“Hi,” I said. “Can I sit here?”

“Sure.” Carly lifted her purse. “Have you come to watch Todd in action?”

“Yes. I haven’t been to a hockey game before.”

“Neither had I until earlier in the year,” Dana said. “But be warned. You’ll get hooked.”

“Raven was trying to explain the rules,” I said, then added hastily, “when I was doing his physiotherapy. But it sounds kind of complicated.”

“Oh, you’ll soon pick it up,” Carly said with an easy smile and as though our awkward conversation had never occurred. “How’s his recovery program going?”

“Really well. I don’t just do physiotherapy. I take a holistic approach, using treatments such as acupuncture, aromatherapy and reflexology. They all help the body rebalance itself.”

“I bet all the guys could do with some of that,” Dana said with a wry smile. “Rick gets some sickening bruises. It can’t be good for them.”

“Yeah, Brick too. I hate it.”

I glanced at the ice. Players were shooting out of the tunnel and the crowd was going wild, though the majority of the noise seemed to be boos and hisses. It filled the arena with a menacing hostility and made me feel even colder.

“The Boston Bruins always play dirty,” Carly said. “This crowd knows that only too well.”

“Really?” Panic began to swell within me. Todd was going to be trying to get past them? I could hardly believe their mountainous size. Beneath black and gold pads and gloves and helmets they must be giants of men. Todd was big, but he was also lean, more so than Raven. I got the impression he’d be fast and nippy, no match for some of the brutes down there.

Carly laughed. “Yeah, don’t expect a game of girlie hockey, Fiona. These guys are playing to win, even if it is just an exhibition game. And they’re not known for their manners.”

I nodded then grimaced as my eardrums nearly burst. The Vipers, in red and white, were flying onto the ice, their sticks waving at the crowd, who were going wild. Flags flapped, horns blasted, screams pierced right through my chest and vibrated my insides.

Raven sat down next to me, his thigh just touching mine as he settled and pulled on a black beanie hat.

I looked up at him and he gave me a brief smile.

When the crowd calmed he said, “Todd said he’ll see you after and he hopes you enjoy the game.”

I nodded and knotted my fingers in my lap. “Which one is he?”

“Over there.” Raven pointed to the far end of the rink. “He’s number six and a forward, so he’s up top.”

I sought him out and noticed that Carty was printed in bold black letters over his shoulders.

“He’s quick,” Raven said. “And a damn good shot, so the other team will be doing everything they can to keep him away from the puck. Each time he gets it he’s dangerous. He’ll always have a go at a shot, and nine times out of ten he hits the back of the net.”

“Impressive.”

“Yeah, he’s playing the best I’ve ever seen him. Top of his game.”

A fizz of pride went through me. Todd was dangerous. He was top of his game. Tonight, I hoped, he’d be in my bed, with Raven too if I had my way. I knew I was one seriously lucky girl and I was going to milk every single second of it while I could.

The loud drumming finally stopped and the spotlights came on full. The two captains faced off, their sticks poised, and the game began.

The speed of hockey made me dizzy. I could hardly keep track of the puck as it was catapulted this way and that. The players, despite their size, were all nippy and fast. Charging up and down. Ice chips slicing around their blades and showering when they stopped or turned sharply.

And Carly was right, there was a total absence of manners. Shoulders barged, sticks tangled in skates and around knees. I even saw a few deliberate trips and a couple of fists flying through the air behind the refs’ backs.

Todd barely got a touch of the puck. Like Raven said, the Bruins defense around him was brutal. Barely a ribbon of ice available between him and the puck. Each time he got near it he was surrounded. Phoenix got it twice and the second time scored. I thought the roof would lift, the cheers and claps were so euphoric.

But the jubilation didn’t last long. The Bruins scored twice within two minutes. My heart sank as I watched Todd trying to zip past players to get to the puck, but each time he couldn’t get through their impenetrable barrier. I could almost feel his frustration as the crowd chanted his name, encouraging him on.

The first period came to an end, the home crowd in a defiant mood, shouting and talking loudly. Raven asked if I wanted a beer. I declined and watched the Viper logo illuminating the rink and the alligator mascot throwing sweets over the Plexiglas at the kids.

“You enjoying it, Fiona?” Dana asked, leaning around Carly.

“Yeah, it’s great.” I couldn’t believe how fast the time had gone, and I didn’t feel cold anymore, either. I was so caught up in the game.

Within minutes the teams were back on the ice battling for the puck. Raven cursed loudly when Dustin Reed let in yet another goal. “Fuck, what’s he think his stick’s for?” He rubbed his hand over his forehead, fiddled with his beanie.

“Look,” I said, quickly pointing. “Todd has the puck.”

Raven sat forward.

So did I.

The Bruins were right to be afraid of Todd. Because he was off. Just a flash of red and white twisting and turning out of the way of the charging defense. He kept the puck in front of him, just out of everyone else’s reach and sped forward.

“Shoot,” Raven yelled.

“Go, Todd,” I shouted, my excited yell scratching my throat.

The opposition’s goalie twitched left and right in the mouth of the goal, his big gloves clutching his stick and his gaze piercing through his helmet cage.

“Shoot,” Carly cried, jumping up.

 With lightning speed, Todd took aim and fired. The puck hit the back of the net, bursting it outward.

The crowd erupted. I jumped up and down clapping. And then, as if everything had gone into slow motion, I watched a Bruins player, the size of an ogre, ram into Todd.

Todd hit the ice, reeling and skidding into the sideboards.

“Ah, fuck,” Raven shouted. “Ref!” He was on his feet, fist in the air.

But Todd wasn’t getting up. He just lay there.

Several Viper players—Wolf, Brick and Ramrod, darted up to him. Ramrod motioned for the medics.

“Oh God, he’s hurt,” I said, covering my mouth with my hands. I’d had a feeling of doom right at the beginning of the game. It seemed I’d been right to.

“Ah, he’ll be all right. He’s well padded up,” Raven said.

The gaggle of players, linesmen and medics hovered around Todd for several more seconds before I saw him stand with his hand pressed into the small of his back.

“He’ll have a bruise but he’ll be fine,” Raven said, sitting again.

Todd lifted his stick to the crowd. They cheered with gusto. Then he pulled off his helmet and skated toward the tunnel, waving and grinning.

“Looks like he’s coming off. They won’t want to risk him in a friendly,” Raven said. “They’ll probably play Nathan Tucker.”

“Maybe I should go and see if he’s okay,” I said, glancing down toward the corridor leading to the locker room.

“He’ll be fine,” Raven said.

“No, I think I’ll go and check. You can’t mess around with backs.”

Raven looked at me, his gaze penetrating for a few, long seconds. “You want me to come?”

“No, I’ll be okay. I’ll see you in a while.” I stood, turned and smiled at Dana and Carly, then weaved my way through the other spectators.

The locker room was quiet when I pushed open the door. There were no signs telling females to keep out so I stepped in farther. The smell of hot, sweaty, fit men hit me. Clothes and boots, bottles and bags were strewn everywhere.

“Fiona?”

I turned and saw Todd sitting on the bench, naked from the waist up. An elderly guy in a Vipers cap stood next to him, pressing an ice pack onto his back.

“Are you okay? I was worried.”

He smiled. “I’m fine, just a twist that’s all. Bastard Bruins, they always get dirty.”

I stepped over, finding it hard to tear my eyes from his delectable chest and taut abs.

“I’ll be good now, Jim,” Todd said. “My personal physical therapist is here.”

Jim glanced at me, as if wondering if I really was or if Todd was just saying it. “Yeah, okay then,” he said. “But keep the ice pack on.” His sneakers squeaked on the floor as he left the locker room.

Todd grinned a full-wattage beam and dropped the ice pack to the bench. “I’ve been thinking of you.”

“You have?”

“Yeah, I’ve been thinking of you with Raven. Of all the things you’ve been doing together that I missed out on.” He swept his gaze down my body. “I could hardly sleep last night, thought of coming over and climbing into bed with you both.”

“There’s always tonight,” I said, lusty threesome images bombarding my mind and thoughts of his sore back evaporating.

“Mmm, great idea.” He stood and set about removing his leg pads and pants.

I spotted his skates discarded several feet away and noticed him wince as he stooped to peel off his socks.

Oh yes, his spine.

“You want me to look at your back?”

“Ah, its nothing. Maybe after I’ve showered you can kiss it better.”

“Okay.” I was about to sit and wait when suddenly he grabbed me and tugged me close.

His damp hair was sticking to his forehead and the smell of his fresh sweat circled around us. “Care to join me in the shower?” he asked.

“What, here?”

He grinned in a devilishly sinful way. “The game is in full swing, no one will come in.” He tugged down the zipper on my jacket and pushed it from my shoulders. It landed on the floor. “And my back really isn’t so bad now that you’re here.”

My cheeks flushed, my nipples poked against my bra and sweater. “Well, I’m pleased your back is okay, but we can’t, not here.”

“Sure, we can. Because I can’t wait. You’ve got me so hot for you. I’ve missed you these last couple of days. My sweet, sexy Fiona. I feel like we’ve just started something amazing. There is so much more fun to be had with all three of us together and it’s got me so hard thinking about it.”

I skimmed my hand down his smooth back and over the tight mound of his behind. Sometimes I wondered about myself. It was becoming clear that having several months off sex had sent me into a nympho craze. I just wanted him inside me. I’d tasted his cock, felt his cock, but he hadn’t fucked me, and suddenly that couldn’t be put off another second.

As though sensing that he had me persuaded, he stepped away, dropping his briefs to expose his hard cock. Silken smooth, it curved up toward his belly and tapped just below his navel. It really was as beautiful as the rest of him. “This way, sugar,” he murmured.

He stepped behind a concrete wall and the sudden sound of pounding water echoed around the locker room.

I followed him and stood in awe as water droplets caressed his gorgeous body, sluicing down his chest and clinging to the hair arrowing toward his groin.

Quickly I shrugged off my boots and tights, my gaze not leaving his gleaming skin. Steam swirled around him. The temperature was heating up to tropical levels, not just in the room, but also in my pussy.

Just as I was thinking about the implications of getting completely naked and joining him under the water, he jacked the faucet off, grabbed a towel and rubbed it over his head and chest.

“Come here,” he said, flashing me an I’m-gonna-fuck-you-now grin.

Hypnotized, I went toward him, slipping from view of the locker room as I went behind the shower wall. He instantly loomed over me, backing me up into the tiles with a triumphant, predatory glint in his eyes.

“Todd,” I gasped.

“No time for speaking,” he murmured, his lips a whisper from mine, “just action.”

Slipping my arms around his neck, I pressed my body into his. Heated pleasure radiated from every point of contact and I moaned into his mouth as he kissed me thoroughly. He was busy dragging up my long, fitted denim skirt. Earlier I’d berated myself for not wearing warm trousers. Now, with the temperature sky high and time of the essence, I was glad that I’d opted for ease-of-access clothing.

I became lost in his taste, in the feel of him beneath my hands. It seemed he was lost in me too, murmuring erotic whispers as he caressed my thigh with a rough palm. “I need you now,” he breathed, kissing down my neck and nipping at the tendons of my throat. “Can’t wait another second to bury myself as deep inside you as Raven did the other day. Fuck, that was so incredible to watch him do that to you, sugar.”

Using the tiled wall for support, I shifted my stance, lifted my leg and hooked it around his knee. I couldn’t wait, either. A sudden tightening around my butt and a ripping sound told me my panties had come to a grim end. I didn’t care.

“Ah, Jesus, you’re hot,” he moaned as he brushed through my triangle of pubic hair. “So hot.”

A raw groan tore from my throat as he parted my slick folds and pushed into my entrance. “And so tight, fuck, I really can’t wait, not now I’ve felt you here again.”

“Condom,” I gasped.

“Shit.” He pulled back, appeared to battle for control then slipped from view.

I stood panting, my skirt around my waist and my breasts heaving. My legs felt as though they were melting and my spine as though it might turn to dust at any second.

In a heartbeat he was back, tearing at the wrapper of a condom with his teeth. “Thank fuck for Reed’s not so secret supply.”

“Yes,” I said, running my hands over his hot, wet chest as he rolled a luminous purple condom onto his shaft. “Thank goodness.” I suppressed a giggle.

“It will still feel the same,” he said, hooking my leg up and around his bare hip and positioning his cock at my entrance. “Even if it is purple.”

“I know, it’s just, ah, fuck—” I scrabbled for purchase as he hoisted me up and then dropped me down onto his cock. Just the first inch but enough to make me tense and cry out.

“Shh,” he murmured, holding me up without any apparent effort. “Quiet.”

I was vaguely aware of the crowd roaring in the distance—horns and screams blasting through the air.

He eased me down some more and I had no choice but to take him in. My head spun, it felt wonderful. Stretching, filling sensations were jolting through my nerve endings.

I buried my fingers in his wet hair and pulled him close. “Todd, fuck me. Hard and fast.”

Suddenly he plunged balls-deep into my wet heat, stifling a chesty groan as he did so. I clamped my mouth shut and reveled in the pain-pleasure of his rapid entry.

Fuck, that was fast.

He crushed his mouth over mine and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He began to pound, steaming in and out, nearly unbalancing us both with the fervor of his thrusting.

“Fuck, be quick,” he moaned.

“Yes, yes, oh, ah, that’s it, Todd.” His pubic bone was grinding against my clit. Bashing up against it each time he sank to the hilt. My skin was flushed and tingling, my pussy sucking and pulling on him. The upright position was giving my G-spot one hell of a battering and I was preparing for takeoff.

It no longer mattered where we were. That we might get spotted at any moment. I just wanted to claim my frantic orgasm and enjoy every second of Todd coming inside me.

Suddenly it was there.

“I’m going to fucking explode,” he whispered hotly in my ear. “Come with me.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” I hissed. My pelvis erupted in bliss, thumping around him, against him, in hot, clinging ripples.

Todd was panting. Not content with just ramming into me, he was pulling me down harder onto his cock. Yet another orgasm blasted through me as he drove into my slickness, obliterating all thought, all sense.

I tugged at his hair, gave him hot, sucking kisses across his mouth and cheek. Held his big, tough, beautiful body as it turned to granite and shook violently.

“Oh yeah, that’s fucking everything I hoped it would be,” he gasped.

“Yes, oh God, so much.” My brain would barely work.

“What the fuck are you two doing?”

It took a moment for my eyes to refocus, for my brain to kick into gear. But when it did, through the steam, I saw Raven. Feet apart, my jacket in his hand and anger on his face.

“It was my turn,” Todd said, dropping a kiss onto my cheek.

“Fuck, really? In here?” Raven stepped up to us, his eyes flashing and his lips a straight, furious line. “Have you lost your damned senses?”

“Don’t be so dramatic.” Todd slipped from inside me and lowered me to the floor.

I kept my back pressed against the wall and was glad that he still supported my weak body with one arm.

“Anyone could have come in,” Raven said. “Thank God it was only me.”

“Keep your hair on. We just needed a minute or two, didn’t we?” Todd traced my cheek with his thumb.

I sucked in a breath. A sense of reason returned. “I guess we should have waited until we were somewhere more private.”

Todd tugged off the condom and reached for his towel. Fastened it around his waist. “We couldn’t, we were overcome.”

Raven flashed me a withering look. “And here was me worried about your delicate reputation. Of what the other girls would think about you having sex with both of us. Seems you’re not so worried now, huh, Fiona?”

I shoved down my skirt and pushed my damp, messy hair back from my face. “I know, it was foolish. I just…” My words trailed off.

“Couldn’t help yourself.” Raven picked up my ripped panties and handed them to me along with my jacket. “Come on, we’re going home.”

“I’m coming with you. Give me five,” Todd said, strolling away from the shower area.

Raven narrowed his eyes. “You are?”

“Yeah, Fiona’s going to work some of her magic on my back.”

“Is she now?” Raven huffed.

Todd turned and stared at him. “She’s not all yours, you know.”

“I never said she was.” Raven looked even more furious now than when he’d first appeared in the locker room.

“So don’t fucking act like it,” Todd said, dropping his towel and yanking on his briefs.

“Jesus, guys. I’m standing here while you’re talking about me.” I held up my hands and shook my head in disbelief.

“Yes, I can see that, and you’re standing there looking well and truly fucked,” Raven said in the growling voice I hadn’t heard for a day or two. “Todd, we’ll wait for you in the car. If you’re not there in two, then forget it.”