23
VIGGO
Whole Lotta Love
The day after New Year’s, the NHL announced the four division captains for the upcoming All-Star Game in Nashville.
The news broke as the Rebels finished morning skate and headed to the visiting locker room. They were in Columbus to play the Blue Jackets at four o’clock. Coach was giving one of his pregame pep talks when the team publicist interrupted to share the news that Viggo had been voted Central Division captain for the All-Star Game.
The locker room erupted in cheers and applause.
Viggo grinned as his teammates, coaches and trainers clapped him on the back and offered their congratulations. Dubinski and a few others jokingly sympathized with him. It was no secret that the All-Star Game wasn’t as popular as it used to be. Many players preferred to rest and relax during the All-Star break, while many fans complained that the exhibition games weren’t competitive enough. Despite all that, most players considered it an honor to make the All-Star roster. This was Viggo’s sixth selection, and he felt as humbled today as he had the first time his name was called.
Standing in the middle of the locker room, Coach praised the team for their hard work and outstanding record to date. Then he grinned broadly and pointed his hat at Viggo.
“You guys know I don’t get sentimental about popularity contests,” he gruffly proclaimed. “Fan voting doesn’t always reward the most deserving players. But I can say with complete confidence that Sandström earned the hell out of this honor. When the full rosters are announced in a few days, I totally expect the list to include Holden, Duchene and Brassard.”
Supportive cheers roared through the locker room. Grinning, Viggo grabbed Reid in a headlock and playfully rubbed his hair, making him laugh.
“This is our year of destiny, boys,” Coach went on. “We’re the team to beat. Repeat that affirmation to yourselves every night before you go to bed and every morning when you wake up. Write it on a Post-It note and stick it on your bathroom mirror. Send reminders to yourselves on your phone. We’re the fucking team to beat this year. Lord Stanley’s Cup is ours for the taking. Believe that.” He paused to look around at the faces of his players. “Now let’s go out there tonight and kick some more ass!”
The team erupted in loud whooping and hollering. Viggo had barely stripped off his practice jersey before reporters swarmed him at his stall, shoving microphones into his face to get his reaction to being named All-Star captain.
“Have you heard from Scarlett?” asked the lone female reporter. “Has she called to congratulate you?”
“Uh, I don’t know,” Viggo said with a chuckle. “I just got out of morning skate, so I haven’t had a chance to check my phone yet.”
The reporter gave him a gotcha smile. “Did you just confirm that you are dating the lead singer of Off The Grid? I mean, we’ve all seen the pictures—”
“Then you just answered your own question, didn’t you?” Viggo drawled.
This drew a round of snickers from the other reporters. Audrey’s uncle, standing nearby, narrowed his eyes in displeasure.
The nosy reporter held up her phone. “Scarlett just tweeted her congrats.”
“Yeah?” Viggo couldn’t help smiling. “Can I see that?”
The woman was only too happy to hand over her phone.
Scarlett had tweeted a picture of Viggo celebrating a goal against the Blackhawks. She must have taken it at Wednesday night’s game. The caption read: Congratulations on your well-deserved All-Star selection! Such a badass! #TheSwede #captainofmyheart
Damn if that didn’t melt his heart into one big gooey puddle. He had a stupid ass grin on his face when he handed the phone back to the reporter.
She gave him a conspiratorial grin. “It says on the band’s website that they’re performing tonight in Cincinnati. You’re not that far away—”
“Shh.” Viggo put his finger to his lips and winked. “I wanna surprise her.”
After the game, he was driving down to Cincinnati to attend Off The Grid’s final concert of the tour. Reid and Nadia were accompanying him. Scarlett had no idea they were coming, and he hoped to keep it that way.
He was relieved when the other reporters started firing questions at him, steering the conversation back to hockey.
He didn’t get to check his phone until the team headed out to lunch. He had a shit ton of messages. Scarlett had called to congratulate him. So had family members, friends, his godparents, his agent and publicist, and several players he’d befriended on other teams. He even received congratulatory texts from old acquaintances back home in Sweden. His grandfather called, but he deleted the message without listening to it.
He sent out a grateful tweet to fans, thanking them for their votes and enthusiastic support. When women started DM’ing racy pics of them wearing his jersey, he had to log off Twitter.
On the bus ride back to the hotel, he returned Scarlett’s call. She was on her way to rehearsal so they couldn’t talk very long. Just hearing her voice made him smile and laugh. It also got him horny. When she purringly called him Captain Sandström, he sprang a boner so fast it was ridiculous.
As honored as he was about the All-Star stuff, he was even more excited about the evening ahead. He missed Scarlett like crazy and couldn’t wait to see her again. He couldn’t wait to watch her beautiful eyes light up, couldn’t wait to see those pouty lips curl into a smile. He couldn’t wait to touch her and hold her and make love to her again.
As far as he was concerned, tonight couldn’t get here fast enough.
When he got off the phone, Reid slanted him a knowing grin. “And you call me pussy-whipped.”
Viggo pretended to clear his throat. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Dude,” Logan retorted from his seat across the aisle, “you’re both pussy-whipped.”
They gave him the middle finger salute, making him laugh.
When they got back to the hotel, Nadia was in the lobby bar having drinks with Jenna Vasiliev. Their heads were bent together and they were laughing like old friends. Wives and girlfriends weren’t allowed to fly on the team plane, and their presence was generally seen as a distraction to players. But Jenna occasionally left the kids with her mother so she could attend road games and hang out with Sergei. It made him happy as a clam and kept the bunnies away.
As Reid and Sergei started toward the bar to claim their women, Viggo headed to the elevator with some of his other teammates. On the ride up to their rooms, Logan joked about needing to take a shit, which had everyone cracking up and adding their two cents. Hockey players could always appreciate crass toilet humor.
Viggo was still grinning when he opened the door to his room to find two half-naked women lying on his bed.
“There you are,” they cooed seductively. “We’ve been waiting for you, Mr. All-Star Captain.”
He wasn’t even surprised to see them. They weren’t the first bunnies to sneak into his hotel room, and they wouldn’t be the last.
“Ladies.” Calling them that was a bit of a stretch, under the circumstances. “Should I even ask how you got in here?”
They just giggled. One was a bleached blonde, the other a pale redhead. Both were wearing high heels and skimpy lingerie that left absolutely nothing to the imagination.
As Viggo moved from the door, the redhead purred kittenishly, “We came to help you unwind before the game.”
“Thanks,” he said with wry amusement, “but a nap should do the trick.”
“Seriously?” The blonde sat up, tits bouncing like overinflated water balloons. “You’d rather take a nap than have a threesome with us?”
He knew it sounded crazy. There was a time, not too long ago, that he might have taken the girls up on their offer. But not today.
“C’mon, big boy,” the redhead cajoled, crooking her finger at him. “Come have fun with us.”
“Yeah, Viggo.” The blonde licked her lips and squeezed her boobs together, eyeing him suggestively. “We’ll take good care of you, handsome. Give you the All-Star treatment you deserve.”
“I appreciate the generous offer, ladies, but I’m good. Really.” There were two skimpy dresses slung over the back of the desk chair. Viggo grabbed them and tossed one to each bunny. “Get dressed.”
The blonde sulked. “This isn’t mine.”
The redhead snatched the wad of fabric out of her friend’s hand and sullenly crawled out of the bed. Her black G-string barely covered her pussy, causing Viggo to avert his eyes and rub the back of his neck.
Shimmying into her dress, she entreated, “Don’t you at least want a blowjob?”
“Yeah, Viggo. Let us suck your big cock.” The blonde gave him a seductive smile. “We give the best head. It’ll totally blow your mind.”
A dry smile played over Viggo’s lips. “I’ll have to take your word for it. Now get dressed. I’m serious.”
The blonde grudgingly tugged on her short dress. The stretchy fabric hugged her curves like a second skin. “Where’s your roommate?”
“Yeah,” her friend whined. “Where’s Reid?”
“Downstairs with his fiancée.”
The bunnies pouted. “Is she gonna be hanging around all the time now?”
Viggo grinned. “She will if Reid gets his way.”
The bunnies grumbled their displeasure as Viggo escorted them to the door. When the blonde tried to put her arms around his neck, he caught her upper arms and set her away from him.
“I’m not interested.” His tone was firm, his gaze direct. “You need to leave. Both of you.”
She pouted, near tears. “I can’t believe you’re turning us down.” She bit her lip and snuck a sidelong glance at her friend. “What if she leaves and I stay?”
The redhead sputtered in outrage. “Seriously, bitch?”
As they started bickering, Viggo put them out. After closing and locking the door behind them, he scrubbed a hand over his face and let out a grim chuckle. It never ceased to amaze him just how far bunnies were willing to go to bag a hockey player. It was pretty sad, and he felt a twinge of shame for not always saying no to them.
When his phone buzzed on his hip, he pulled it out of the pocket of his sweats and looked at the screen. His mother had texted him: Do you have time to Skype before the game?
He smiled and texted back: Call you in a sec.
A few minutes later, he sat in front of his laptop with his legs propped up on the desk, a wide grin stretching his mouth when his mother appeared on the screen.
“Hej, Mamma,” he greeted her fondly.
“Hello, my treasure!” Her face glowed with so much love and affection, he felt an overwhelming pang of homesickness. She blew him a bunch of kisses that he pretended to pluck out of the air like floating soap bubbles. This had been their special thing ever since he was a little boy, and it always made her laugh with delight. If Reid or any of his teammates ever caught him doing it, he’d never live it down.
“Congratulations on your All-Star news!” his mother gushed in Swedish. “We’re so excited and proud of you!”
Grinning, Viggo responded in Swedish, “Thanks, Mamma. I appreciate that.”
Hedda Sandström was a beautiful woman with ocean blue eyes and ash blond hair that she wore just above her shoulders. She looked comfy but chic in a cardigan sweater and faded jeans that were frayed at the hems. She was lounging on the living room sofa with one leg casually draped over the other. Her feet were bare, her toenails unpolished. She was one of those earthy types who wore little makeup, practiced yoga and took good care of herself to preserve the youthful genes she’d been blessed with.
She beamed at Viggo. “Our friends have been calling since the announcement was made. You’ve probably heard from some of them.”
“I have,” Viggo confirmed, chuckling. “I think I’ve heard from just about everyone you and Pappa know.”
She laughed. “Wait until your team wins the Stanley Cup. They’re going to throw a parade in your honor and petition the government to name a street after you.”
Viggo laughed. “All I want is the Cup. I don’t need parades or any of that other stuff.”
He heard his father’s deep voice in the background, speaking in Swedish. “Are you Skyping with Viggo?”
“Yah!” Hedda called over her shoulder. “Come talk to your son!”
A few seconds later Ludvig Sandström came into the frame, rounding the sofa to sit down next to his wife. He grinned broadly at Viggo. “There’s the man of the hour!”
Viggo grinned. “Hey, Pappa.”
“Hey yourself, Captain,” Ludvig said proudly. “Your hard work and diligence keep paying off. Congratulations.”
“Thanks, Pappa,” Viggo said warmly.
He looked a lot like his father. He’d inherited his dark blond hair, gray eyes and imposing height. Ludvig still had a head full of hair, but it was turning more silver by the day. And now he wore reading glasses, fashionable black frames that highlighted his chiseled features and made him look serious and intelligent. The scholarly look served him well as a researcher and vice-chancellor of Stockholm University.
He settled back against the sofa cushion and draped his arm along the back, kissing the top of his wife’s head when she nestled into him.
The love between his parents was something Viggo had always taken for granted. Their displays of affection had been a regular occurrence when he was growing up. He remembered his father bringing home flowers for no special reason. He remembered his mom rubbing sunscreen on his dad’s back during family vacations, smiling naughtily as she whispered in his ear. They’d always gone for long walks and spent many quiet evenings curled up on the sofa together, sipping wine and listening to music.
Because of them, Viggo grew up naively believing that everyone’s parents loved and adored each other to distraction. It shaped his perception of relationships and made him set high standards for the women he dated, impossibly high standards no one could ever meet. But that was okay because he wasn’t looking for anything serious. He was only twenty-five and he still had plenty of time to find a wife and settle down. For now he was focused on hockey, and he didn’t have room in his life for anything else.
Or so he’d believed until he met Scarlett.
His father’s voice broke into his thoughts. “So the All-Star Game is in Nashville this year, eh?”
“Yeah. January thirty-first.” Viggo wondered if Scarlett would be able to go with him. He could upgrade to an executive suite at the hotel and show her a really good time. Just the thought of spending another weekend with her had his heart pumping with excitement.
Yeah, he was totally fucked.
“We’ll be tuning in to watch the game,” his dad promised.
“Yes we will,” his mom asserted. “No matter how late it is.”
Viggo smiled. He knew how fortunate he was to have such a supportive family. They watched most of his games and always celebrated his achievements, big or small. He wouldn’t have made it this far without them.
His mother smiled. “You should have heard your grandfather. He was so—” She broke off at the frozen look on Viggo’s face.
In the tense silence that followed, a familiar sadness entered her eyes.
“Have you talked to him lately?” she asked quietly.
“No.” His tone was flat, discouraging further discussion.
She looked even sadder.
Ludvig put his hand on her knee and gave her a comforting squeeze.
Steeling his emotions, Viggo looked away from his parents to stare out the window. Early afternoon sunlight reflected off the downtown office buildings of Columbus. The team would soon be leaving for the arena to get suited up for the game. Since it was an early one, and Scarlett’s band didn’t take the stage until nine, the stars seemed aligned in his favor.
“So getting back to more pleasant news.”
Viggo returned his gaze to the laptop. The sadness was gone from his mother’s eyes, replaced by a twinkling gleam that he much preferred.
“There’s another reason I wanted to Skype with you,” she told him. “I have something important to discuss with you, and I wanted to be able to see your face while we talk.”
Her husband rolled his eyes toward the ceiling. “Here we go.”
Viggo chuckled, shifting in his chair. He knew what was coming.
“Tell us more about Scarlett.”
“More?” he drawled, crossing his booted feet at the ankles. “What do you already know?”
“Not nearly enough.” His mother was smiling. “Astrid showed us pictures of you and Scarlett. She’s very beautiful.”
“Very,” his father agreed.
Viggo smiled. “She is beautiful. Inside and out.”
“But she’s in a band.” His mom tsk-tsked. “Rock stars can be trouble.”
He grinned. “That’s what they say about hockey players.”
“Humph. Not my baby.”
Viggo and his father laughed.
“We thought you spent Christmas in Canada with Reid’s family,” his mother continued, “but Rikard says you were with Scarlett in New York. Why didn’t you tell us about her when we spoke to you that morning?”
Before Viggo could respond, his father said indulgently, “Now, now, Hedda. Our son is a grown man now. He doesn’t have to tell us about every woman he dates. And this isn’t even the first girlfriend he’s been photographed with.”
“I know, but there’s something different about this one.” An intuitive gleam sparkled in the blue eyes that studied Viggo. “This one is special, Ludvig. A mother knows these things.”
Viggo smiled softly. “You’re right. Scarlett is special.”
His mother beamed.
“Listen to me, son.” His father gave him a sage look, as if he were about to impart ancient wisdom. “If she takes off her shoes before entering your apartment, then you’ll know she’s the one.”
“Nonsense,” his wife guffawed. “The girl is American. You can’t expect her to—”
“She did.”
His parents stared at him. “She did what? Took off her shoes?”
Viggo nodded and smiled, his heart squeezing at the memory of Scarlett removing her boots before scampering off excitedly like a little girl. Such a simple thing, but it had melted him down to the marrow in his bones.
His parents searched his face a moment longer, then exchanged pleased smiles.
“Just when we were starting to lose hope,” Hedda mused to her husband, “it looks like one of our six children might give us grandbabies after all.”
Viggo’s smile dimmed as he remembered Scarlett telling him that she didn’t want any children. Her words had put a dagger through his heart, although that was probably unreasonable given that they’d just started dating. It was way too soon to be thinking about serious matters like marriage and starting a family. There was no guarantee that their relationship would even last.
But one thing he knew for sure was that he wanted kids. At least two or three. If Scarlett wasn’t on the same page, that could be a deal-breaker.
A gut-wrenching deal-breaker.
He hoped it wouldn’t come to that. Because even though his head was telling him to take things slow and proceed with caution, his heart was already singing a different tune.
The rebels beat the Blue Jackets 3-1.
After the game Viggo, Reid and Nadia hopped into a rental car and hauled ass down to Cincinnati. He broke the speed limit the whole way to the downtown club where the concert was being held.
When they arrived, the parking lot was packed and loud music spilled from the club. Off The Grid had already started their set.
Viggo circled the lot once before finding an empty spot, barreling into the space to beat another driver.
Reid and Nadia laughingly called him a savage as they all jumped out of the car and headed inside the noisy club. It was one of those smaller venues that had a stand-only pit in front of the stage with limited seating along the sides and back of the room.
The house lights were dimmed low, a spotlight trained on the five-member band onstage. They were tearing their way through “Pretend You Give a Damn,” one of Viggo’s favorite songs from the band’s first album. Seeing the excitement of the capacity crowd, you would never know that Off The Grid was the opening act and not the headliner. The concertgoers were jumping up and down, pumping their fists and screaming the lyrics to the song.
Viggo and Reid began clearing a path through the frenzied crowd, keeping Nadia protectively sandwiched between them. They got a few disgruntled looks, but they were big dudes so nobody fucked with them.
Viggo led the way toward the front of the room, staring up at the performers onstage—specifically Scarlett.
Drummers were usually relegated to the back, tucked away behind their drum kits.
Not this drummer.
Scarlett Rain Warner commanded center stage like it was her birthright. And the way she played her drums left zero fucking doubt that she was right where she belonged, doing exactly what she’d been born to do.
Tonight she wore a black fishnet bodysuit under a metallic leather corset, black leather short shorts and psychedelic thigh-high metallic boots.
Holy wet dreams. She looked hot as hell.
She was looking through the crowd, feeding off their energy as she performed the hardcore metal song.
Suddenly her dark eyes met Viggo’s.
The connection sizzled through him like the zap of a live wire. Her eyes widened in surprise, then softened with pure pleasure. When she smiled a secret smile, his heart nearly stopped beating.
Her eyes stayed locked with his, guiding him to a spot in front of the stage as she sang into the microphone: “You see deep into my soul…Your power grows in my weakness…You cut me and I bleed and then you tell me to leave…But I have nowhere to go…Nowhere to run from you…Nowhere to hide!”
She screamed the last of the verse, sending a full-body shiver through Viggo. As the crowd yelled and thrashed around him, he stood completely transfixed, unable to blink or look away from Scarlett. She was a siren up on that stage, a bona fide rock goddess. His heart pounded overtime as he took in all of her, every breathtaking inch.
He had to forcibly drag his gaze away from her to look at the rest of the band. The wild-haired bassist flung his head back and forth as he strummed his guitar, infusing the song with a thumping bass line that shook the walls. The Japanese guitarist played with his eyes closed, his fingers sliding furiously along the frets as he made his guitar weep. The lead guitarist growled into the mic, backing Scarlett on vocals while a blond hipster in a Slayer T-shirt banged away at the keyboard. The band’s synergy was electric, their individual styles blending seamlessly.
A horde of groupies danced in front of the stage, screaming the band members’ names. Scarlett had just as many worshippers as the guys.
When she stepped out from behind her drum kit and started strutting around in those thigh-high boots, every dude in the audience probably sprouted a boner. They showered her with lusty cheers, wolf whistles and catcalls. Viggo couldn’t really blame the pricks for leering at his woman. But that didn’t quell his primal urge to go berserker on their asses.
He even felt territorial when Scarlett went up behind the lead guitarist and reached around him to strum his guitar, wowing the crowd with some killer riffs. Gage laughed as she shimmied around him, the two of them leaning back-to-back and harmonizing like rock ’n’ roll soul mates.
Even as Scarlett worked the crowd, she had the presence of mind to admonish the douchebags who groped crowd-surfing female audience members. “Now c’mon, boys. Let’s keep our hands to ourselves so everyone can enjoy the show.”
A few assholes booed her warning, but their grumblings were drowned out by a swell of appreciative cheers and applause.
“I love you, Scarlett!” one female fan yelled.
Scarlett blew her a kiss and winked. “Love you too, baby.”
As the band tore through their set, Viggo found it hard to focus on anyone but Scarlett. She was such an electrifying performer, a drumming maniac who whipped her hair around while belting out raw lyrics and smashing the holy hell out of her drums. At one point she threw her drumsticks into the air, caught them and kicked the cymbals without missing a damn beat.
“Holy shit!” Viggo and Reid exclaimed as the crowd roared their approval and threw up horns. More bodies hurtled up and down a roiling mosh pit fueled by Scarlett’s musical fury. She dominated the stage and had every audience member caught in her spell.
When the song ended she spoke to the crowd, her voice husky from her manic exertions. “As some of you might know, we love to switch things up and dabble in different genres. And I think some of us need to cool down a bit, yeah?”
Loud cheers and whistles went up from the audience. Scarlett laughed softly and blew her hair out of her eyes. A heightened sense of anticipation hummed through the crowd as everyone waited to see what the band would play next.
Still standing, Scarlett looked at her grinning bandmates and gave a nod. On cue, the keyboardist began playing a hauntingly seductive melody. Smiling in satisfaction, Scarlett expertly twirled her sticks and started beating her drums, setting the tempo of the new song.
Looking straight at Viggo, she leaned into the mic and sang in a smoky purr, “I want every single piece of you…”
A slow, delighted smile curved Viggo’s lips when he recognized the drum-heavy ballad as Adele’s “I Miss You.”
Reid pulled Nadia in front of him, and together they started swaying to the music along with several other couples.
Viggo couldn’t take his eyes off Scarlett as she sang to him. He stared at her beautiful glowing face, at the swells of her breasts above the corset, at the sexy curve of her thighs in black fishnet. He wanted to rush the stage, yank her into his arms and kiss her senseless. He wanted to bend her over her drums, tear those tiny leather shorts off her body and take her from behind. He wanted to bury himself so far deep inside her that he’d never find his way back out.
She danced seductively behind her drum kit, staring into the depths of his eyes as she crooned, “I love the way your body moves…towards me from across the room….”
He swallowed hard as his erection throbbed in his tightening jeans. The effect she had on him was completely intoxicating. Every word she sang to him made his heart pound and drove hot blood straight to his aching cock.
She soloed the guts out of the song, earning every last thunderous clap and cheer that followed.
With their eyes still locked, Viggo gave her a look full of dirty heat and wicked promise.
She licked her lips, lowered her lashes and mouthed: Bring it, big boy.
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
Some hipster standing beside Viggo nudged him and declared drunkenly, “Dude, you are one lucky ass motherfucker.”
He grinned from ear to ear. “I know.”
The band moved from the smoky ballad into screaming rock ’n’ roll with a song called “Mayhem” that worked the crowd into another thrashing frenzy.
Viggo had an absolute blast rocking out with Reid and Nadia. Nadia—who’d always struck him as somewhat prim and proper—became a total metalhead under the influence of Off The Grid’s music. She jumped up and down, yelling out the fiery lyrics and whipping her hair around. Reid totally loved it. So did Viggo.
As the band performed the last song of their set, Viggo leaned close to Reid and announced, “I’m gonna try to sneak backstage.”
Reid grinned, slapping him on the back. “Go get your woman.”
Viggo grinned and headed off, shouldering his way through the sweaty crowd. A few chicks gave him flirty smiles, and someone groped his ass.
When he reached the stairs leading backstage, he was stopped by a hulk of a bouncer in dark sunglasses.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he demanded, arms crossed over his barrel chest.
“Just thought I’d wait backstage for my girlfriend,” Viggo drawled.
“You thought wrong. No one’s allowed backstage without a pass.”
He was a big guy, but Viggo could take him. “C’mon, man—”
“No, you come on—”
“Let him through,” a woman’s voice intervened.
Viggo and the security goon turned as a pretty brunette appeared. She was staring up at Viggo, her pale green eyes shining with excitement.
“Oh my God,” she squealed. “You’re Viggo Sandström!”
“For real?” The bouncer lowered his dark shades to stare incredulously at Viggo. “The hockey player?”
“No shit, Sherlock.” The assertive brunette grabbed Viggo’s hand and led him backstage where a crowd of venue staffers and roadies had gathered. They stared at Viggo and began whispering amongst themselves.
“Cara Pedrotti,” the brunette introduced herself. “I’m Off The Grid’s manager.”
Viggo shook her hand. She looked pretty young to be a band manager. “Nice to meet you.”
“The pleasure’s all mine, handsome.”
Viggo smiled wryly. “Thanks for the assist out there. That was about to get ugly.”
Cara snorted. “For him, maybe. I’ve seen you fight. You totally woulda mopped the floor with his ’roided-up ass.” She was still grasping his hand, eyeing him up and down in blatant appreciation. “God, you’re even taller than I thought. Hotter too, which I didn’t think was possible. Did Scarlett know you were coming tonight?”
“Nah. It was a surprise.”
“Aww! What a lucky girl!”
Viggo smiled. “I think I’m the lucky one.”
Cara grinned lasciviously. “Judging by the way she sang that song to you, you’re definitely gonna get lucky tonight.”
Viggo could only laugh. The chick had no filter.
As soon as Scarlett and her bandmates ran backstage, Viggo grabbed her up and swung her around in a circle, delighting in her breathlessly ecstatic laughter.
“Oh my God!” she squealed, throwing her arms around his neck when he put her down. “I can’t believe you’re here!”
Viggo laughed and crushed her to his chest, burying his face in the exotic fragrance of her hair. Holding her in his arms felt like pure heaven. She was warm and sweaty and deliciously sexy.
She pulled back just enough to smile at him. “Did you enjoy the show?”
“Every fucking second.”
She beamed.
Someone cleared his throat behind them. “Aren’t you gonna introduce—”
“Give us a sec.” Without even turning around to see who’d spoken, Scarlett grabbed Viggo’s hand and ushered him down the hallway to the nearest bathroom. As she pulled him inside and slammed the door, he had a vague impression of a tiny room with one stall and weak fluorescent lighting. Then Scarlett pounced on him, and everything else faded away.
They kissed hotly, frantically, gasping into each other’s mouths as he pinned her back against the counter next to the sink.
“I’m such a fucking groupie,” he panted.
“And I’m a hockey hooker,” she panted back. “So we’re perfect for each other.”
He laughed, yanking her corset down to reveal her droolworthy breasts through the fishnet. “I love what you do with your sticks.”
“And I love what you do with your stick. On the ice—” She cupped his crotch “—and off.”
He laugh-groaned and bent down to lick her diamond-hard nipple. Her head fell back on a throaty moan.
His cock was throbbing like war drums. He buried his face between her lush boobs, plumped them together and sucked both of her gorgeous nipples into his mouth.
She let out a keening sob.
A sizzle raced over his skin, the heat arrowing down to his balls. He spun her toward the mirror and then dropped to his knees to peel off her leather shorts, pulling them down over her thigh-high boots.
“Holy fuck,” he whispered, licking his lips as he stared at her beautiful curves through the black mesh. It was as if he were seeing her body for the first time. She had the roundest, most mouthwatering ass he’d ever seen in his life. And her fishnet bodysuit was crotchless.
Praise God!
He fumbled in his back pocket for his wallet, pulled out a condom and tore the wrapper open with his teeth. Hearing the sound, Scarlett turned around and took the condom from his hand. Holding his hungry gaze, she unzipped his fly and tugged his jeans and boxer briefs down.
When his raging boner bounced free, she gave a purr of appreciation and slid down to roll the latex over his cock.
He drew in a rasping breath at the feel of her warm hands on him. When her tongue snaked out to flick against his tight balls, he shuddered and quickly pulled her up to her feet.
He turned her back around to face the mirror, pinning her against the counter as he ground his crotch against her plump buttocks. She closed her eyes and undulated her hips against his erection, causing him to groan.
When he reached between her legs and rubbed her lubricated clit, she moaned so loudly that everyone in the building must have heard her. Neither of them cared.
Licking his lips, Viggo gripped his painfully hard cock and guided it between the rounded curves of her ass. He couldn’t wait a second longer. He needed to be inside her more than he’d ever needed anything in his life.
As his dick pressed through her tight opening, he sucked in a breath and rasped, “Love the outfit, by the way. The boots are killer.”
With a breathy laugh, she spread her legs wider and thrust back against him, impaling herself on the swollen head of his cock.
“Fuck,” he spat out between clenched teeth. Rolling his hips, he buried himself balls-deep inside her.
She gasped loudly and he groaned. Her pussy was so hot and juicy, he almost shot his load right then and there.
“Soaking fucking wet,” he growled against her ear. “You must have known I was coming tonight, honey. You were waiting for me.”
“Mmm, yes,” she breathed. “I’m always waiting for you, papi.”
Shuddering at her throaty words, he cupped her chin and turned her face toward his. He took her mouth as he began a steady thrusting rhythm, pushing deeper inside her silky walls.
“Viggo,” she practically sang his name. “Oh, Viggo…baby…”
He cupped the perfect globe of her ass cheek and pulled her hard against him, grinding her onto his cock. Her hands gripped the edge of the sink, clawing for purchase as she arched into him.
Ravenously fucking her mouth with his tongue, he reached between her thighs and stroked the hard nub of her clit, spreading her creamy wetness.
“Oh hell yes.” She broke the kiss and bent over the sink, her ass flush against his pelvis, her back arching as he pounded into her. She was pure perfection, her pussy so slick and tight around him it nearly broke his control.
He kissed the back of her neck while watching her reaction in the mirror. Her face was flushed, her eyes glazed and her lips parted. She was so hot and beautiful, so thrilling and addictive. He could spend all night making love to her and still not get enough. He was totally addicted. Totally pussy-whipped.
Someone knocked on the door, but he and Scarlett were too far gone to give a shit. Was the door even locked?
Didn’t. Fucking. Matter.
“Viggo,” Scarlett sobbed as he deepened his strokes. “Oh baby…baby.”
He stared at her reflection, unbearably aroused by the sight of her plump tits slapping together with every thrust of his hips. Her cries of ecstasy shot straight to his cock and tightened his balls. He could see his own eyes reflected back at him, heavy lidded and stormy with raw lust.
He braced one hand on the mirror and filled his other hand with her luscious breast, tweaking her stiff nipple through the fishnet.
She whimpered and arched, leaning her head back on his shoulder. “Fuck me. Oh yes. Fuck me, baby. Like that. Just like that.”
He slid his hand up into her damp hair, cradling the back of her head to devour her mouth as he plunged into her again and again. The way she pushed back against him drove him to move even faster and harder, his blood roaring in his ears and slamming through his veins.
“You feel so good, honey. So fucking good,” he rasped against her lips. “I missed you so damn much.”
“I missed you, too,” she breathed. “Hence the song.”
He grinned into her eyes, then groaned as she thrust her ass higher against him. He fucked her furiously, the room echoing with the sound of his pelvis slapping her fleshy cheeks.
“Viggo,” she gasped, her eyelids squeezing tight. “Oh God…”
He felt her pussy tightening around his cock and knew she was close. So was he.
He dug his fingers into her hips, lifting her booted feet off the floor as he pistoned into her with hard and fast strokes until she let out a wild cry, slapping her palm loudly against the mirror. The muscles in her pussy clamped around his dick, milking him so hard and tight that her whole body shook from the strength of it.
“Fuck.” He threw back his head and groaned her name, his cock jerking inside her as he came in an explosive burst. The thrilling orgasm went on and on, each jetting spurt of cum leaving him weaker at the knees.
He held her tightly, his body shuddering against her back. Their breathing was loud and harsh in the dim confines of the tiny bathroom.
Time passed, though he couldn’t say how much.
Eventually he set her back down on her feet. Then he kissed her shoulder and the damp skin between her shoulder blades. “Mamma always warned me to stay away from drummers,” he rumbled teasingly.
Scarlett laughed, low and throaty.
The sound made his balls twitch. He smiled and kissed the side of her neck, luxuriating in her delicious smell and the dewy softness of her skin.
She smiled languorously, turning her face into his. He kissed her deep and slow, letting his tongue slide around hers as his cock pulsed inside her slick heat.
“Congratulations again, Mr. All-Star Captain,” she purred.
“Thank you.” He sucked her warm tongue. He couldn’t get enough of her. “You’re amazing, you know that?”
Her lips curved against his. “You’re not too bad yourself.”
He chuckled, sucking the plump pillow of her bottom lip. The way her breath hitched caused another surge of lust to thicken his shaft. At this rate they’d never get out of there. And he was totally good with that.
“How the hell’d you learn to play the drums like that?” he marveled. “Your drum solo after the third verse in ‘Mayhem’…whoa. It totally blew me away.”
Her smile was lazy. “I’m glad you enjoyed it.”
“Hell yeah,” he murmured, kissing his way from her mouth to the crossed drumsticks tattooed onto the back of her neck. “I’m so damn proud of you, sweetheart. Your bandmates are pretty awesome, too.”
“Aren’t they?” She sighed. “I guess I should introduce you to them.”
“You could. Or we could just stay right here and go for round two…three…four—”
She laughed a little breathlessly. “I can already see the smutty headlines: ‘Drummer Banged In Bathroom By Bodychecking Hockey Boyfriend.’”
“Hey, that’s not bad,” Viggo teased. “Has a nice ring to it.”
They grinned at each other in the mirror.
Then Scarlett wound her arm around the back of his neck and brushed her mouth across his before whispering, “We’d better get out of here before one of my bandmates comes looking for us. My money’s on Traeger.”
“Hmm.” Viggo reluctantly dragged his semi-hard dick out of her body, enjoying the way she shivered against him. “Is he the cockblocker who called the night before you went on tour?”
She laughed. “You remember that?”
“I remember everything.” He nipped her bottom lip. “Reid and Nadia are waiting, so we’ll finish this later.”
A naughty gleam lit her eyes. “Aye aye, Captain.”