Another win. Another celebration.

Another itch I desperately need to scratch.

I look down at my phone as it chimes, grinning at the message that greets me.

The door is open.

I slide out of the back of the car, tossing a couple of bills over the front seat as I get to my feet. I think I read somewhere that you aren’t supposed to tip Uber drivers with cash, but ask me if I give a shit. I’m so fucking wound up at this point; I’m surprised I even know which way is up. I need a release.

I walk across the street, briefly wiping my feet on the mat before pushing open the front door.

Fucking paradise awaits me.

The lights are dimmed, and a few candles lit around the room cast a faint glow on the walls surrounding me. There’s music playing softly from somewhere in the room.

But none of that matters.

No, the only thing that matters is the gorgeous fucking blonde lying on the couch, two tiny scraps of black lace the only thing covering that body made for sin. As my gaze travels down the length of her mile-long legs, I’m met with the sexiest red fuck-me heels I’ve ever seen. My mouth goes dry at the thought of those sharp stilettos digging into my ass as I pound into her.

Leave it to Jayne to know exactly what I need.

She pushes herself up onto her elbows, her long blonde tresses tumbling around her shoulders. She has it curled exactly the way I like it—wild, mussed, and sexy as fuck.

“I’ve missed you, Brandon,” she says, her voice husky as she sits forward on the couch, her elbows coming to rest on her knees, her arms pressing her tits together in the most delicious way possible.

A hint of her nipples spills out over the top of the barely there lingerie, and my mouth waters in anticipation of their taste.

“Well”—she seductively smiles at me—“what are you waiting for?”

Not. A. Damn. Thing.

My jacket is off before I reach her, the expensive leather thrown carelessly across the room in my desire to have her. She meets my mouth the second it’s on hers, her tongue hot and ready for me, her lips skilled as they kiss and suck at me in perfect rhythm.

Her hand is in my pants, and I’m on top of her before I register it’s happening. I groan, the feel of her soft hand instead of my callous one the most divine feeling on earth.

It’s been too damn long since I’ve been inside a woman.

Not since that night with…

Liv.

The mere thought of her slams the brakes on the lust fueling my body. I feel myself softening in my jeans as disappointment floods through me at the fact that it’s not her hand currently cupping my balls. She never said anything else the other night after her two-letter text despite the multitude of messages I sent her. I racked my brain for hours over what the message could’ve possibly meant, but I was no closer to figuring her out than I had been before.

What the fuck, Brandon? You had the girl one time. Stop being such a fucking pansy and get your ass in gear with the woman right in front of you.

I throw myself back into the kiss with renewed vigor, pressing my cock into Jayne’s core in order to initiate some friction. But it’s no use. It’s gone.

She pulls back from my mouth, her brows furrowed as she gazes up at me. “What’s the matter, baby?” she asks as she palms my limp dick.

This is fucking embarrassing.

“Uh…nothing. I think I’m just tired. Long time on the road, you know.”

She pouts her lower lip, her slender fingers brushing back the lock of hair that incessantly falls into my eyes. “Poor baby. How about I give you a massage instead? You can get a couple hours of rest, and then you’ll be good as new.” Her voice is a soft purr—gritty, deep, and sexy as fuck.

Any other day, and just those words would be enough to get me hard.

Instead, I can’t stop picturing Liv spread out on the bed before me, her dark hair across her neck as she stares up at me with bright doe eyes, the anticipation of what is to come written across every inch of her face. I can’t stop hearing the soft mewl of pleasure that escaped her lips the second I drove into her.

Jayne’s fingers curl around the flesh of my shoulders, kneading into the sore muscles and pulling me out of my thoughts. I place my hand over hers, stilling her movements.

“I appreciate the offer, Jaynie. But I think I’d better go.”

Her mouth briefly falls open before a very real pout settles across her lips this time. “But you just got here.”

I shrug. “I know, and I’m sorry to bail on you. But I probably should’ve just stayed back at the hotel tonight. I’m beat.”

It’s a lie, and she knows it. Jayne is the only girl I visit on a regular basis—regular meaning whenever I’m in town for a game. She’s safe. She’s fun. And, until tonight, she was one hell of a good lay. Now, I’ve gone and fucked that all up.

She knows I’m never too tired for sex. Fuck, there have been nights I’ve shown up here, barely able to stand after a six-hour game, and still been up for getting down. Tonight was an easy win. I hardly even had to try. And it makes it seven in a row for us, the best opening to a season the Rampage have seen in a decade.

I should be ready and raring to go.

So, what the hell is my problem?

Fucking Tinker Bell.

Jayne continues to pout as I shake out of her grip and reach for my jacket. She pleads with me every step of the way toward the door, throwing just about every sexual scenario she can picture my way in hopes of persuading me to stay. And, as I step out the front door and turn to shoot her a smile before I leave, hoping that I can salvage this disaster for the next time I’m in town and I have Liv out of my system, I see the fury in her eyes at my rejection.

“Listen, Jay—” I start, but she slams the door in my face, the sound of her angry stomps echoing, even through the closed door.

Fuck me. I guess I’d better send her flowers or some shit.

Or maybe a dildo. I’m not really a flowers kinda guy. Yeah, I’ll send her a big cock she can fuck herself with since I wasn’t able to get the job done.

If that doesn’t get me off the hook, I don’t know what will.

But one thing’s for sure.

Next break in the schedule, I need to get my ass back to Maple Lake.

Tink won’t even know what hit her.