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SCARLETT
Everlong
Scarlett was in hockey heaven.
Since arriving in Nashville for All-Star Weekend, she’d been sporting the biggest shit-eating grin. Not only did she get to spend a fun weekend with her hockey star boyfriend, she also looked forward to hanging out with Reid, Logan and Hunter and mingling with other NHL superstars.
After picking up their large rental SUV—which was roomy enough to accommodate four strapping hockey players plus Scarlett and Nadia—they all headed to the hotel.
Scarlett stared excitedly out the window as they drove through downtown Nashville. Live music spilled onto the streets from the honky-tonks and dive bars that lined Broadway. She could feel the electricity in the air as thousands of hockey fans converged on Music City to participate in the All-Star festivities.
The players were staying at the Hilton Nashville Downtown. When they walked into the posh lobby and saw Kris Letang signing autographs, it was all Scarlett could do not to squeal. When she turned her head and saw Jaromír Jágr and his entourage striding in their direction, she had to bite the inside of her cheek to stifle her excitement. She almost hyperventilated when Jaromír stopped to exchange greetings with Viggo, Reid, Logan and Hunter. When she and Nadia were introduced to him, he smiled charmingly and shook their hands. By the time he moved on, Scarlett was grinning so hard the others laughed at her.
She’d been a hockey fan all her life, so getting to meet some of the league’s best players and legends was like a dream come true. But she didn’t want to totally embarrass herself or Viggo. So she’d have to keep her fangirling to a serious minimum.
But she was far from being the only starstruck fan. The lobby was full of them, and the fellas quickly found themselves swarmed by an excited crowd. After signing a ton of autographs and posing for selfies, they managed to slip away and head upstairs with Scarlett and Nadia.
Their suites were all on the same floor. Viggo and Scarlett were right across the hall from Reid and Nadia. Their executive suite boasted a plush king-size bed, separate parlor and stunning city view.
Not surprisingly, they only cared about the bed, which they tumbled into and didn’t leave until it was time to get ready for dinner.
* **
Saturday was packed with family-friendly events and activities at the Bridgestone Arena, which was right next to the hotel.
The Fan Fair featured live music, mascots, trophy and memorabilia displays, and an ice rink where fans of all ages could test their hockey skills. The players were on hand to meet and greet attendees, sign autographs and participate in Q&A sessions.
At one point during the day, Scarlett returned from the bathroom to find Viggo surrounded by a group of giggling children from the Make-A-Wish Foundation. He was laughing and joking around with them—tugging down the bill of one kid’s baseball cap so it covered his eyes, giving a fist bump to a beaming girl in a wheelchair.
The way he was with kids totally melted Scarlett’s heart. They adored him, and he adored them right back.
As she stood there watching him, an image floated into her mind of him walking toward her with two small children. One was a cherub-faced girl with moon-round eyes, chubby cheeks and sweet pink lips. The other was an achingly adorable boy with gray eyes and a halo of sandy-brown curls. He looked like a pint-size version of Viggo in his miniature hockey jersey, blue jeans and Timbs. Viggo was carrying the little girl on his hip and holding the boy’s hand. When the girl cooed and pointed to something, Viggo affectionately kissed the top of her head and grinned down at the boy.
Scarlett smiled as a stream of longing curled through her body and wrapped around her aching heart.
“You look like your ovaries are exploding right now.”
The sound of Nadia’s voice interrupted Scarlett’s daydream, snapping her back to the present.
She turned to blink at her cousin. “Um, what?”
Nadia’s eyes twinkled with amusement. “The way you were watching Viggo just now? I know that look. It’s the same look I get every time I see Reid kissing babies and interacting with his young fans. There’s just something irresistible about a hot guy who loves kids.”
Scarlett sighed. “I know.”
Nadia grinned. “Coming here this weekend might have been a mistake.”
“Why? Aren’t you having fun?”
“Absolutely,” Nadia said with a laugh. “But you know Reid’s been dropping hints about wanting to start our family sooner than we agreed. A lot of players brought their wives and children this weekend. Being around them is giving Reid even more ideas.”
Scarlett laughed.
The man himself appeared, grinning and apologizing to Scarlett before he grabbed Nadia’s hand and tugged her away to meet one of his old hockey mentors.
After they left, Scarlett went over to join Viggo. He introduced her to the children and their parents. Her girlfriend status won her instant approval. Being in a rock band made her the epitome of supercool. As she laughed and humorously answered all sorts of questions, Viggo watched her with a look of such fierce adoration, she could definitely feel her ovaries detonating.
The highlight of the day was the All-Star Skills Competition, where the players showcased their talents through a series of team events. Scarlett and Nadia had a blast cheering on the fellas. All four of them had an impressive showing that night, and it was fun watching them interact with other players around the league. There was nothing serious at stake, so everyone was relaxed and laughing and having a good time.
Scarlett got a kick out of seeing Viggo and Erik Karlsson joking around. The two Swedes were besties when they weren’t competing against each other. They’d played together on the Swedish Olympic team and hung out sometimes during the offseason. Erik was an amazing defenseman and sexy as hell. When Viggo introduced him to Scarlett earlier that day, it was all she could do to keep her fangirling in check.
Their group had made plans to go clubbing later that evening, so after leaving the arena, they returned to the hotel to get ready. Viggo and Reid were dressed in no time, of course. So they hung out in one suite while Scarlett and Nadia finished primping in the other suite.
Nadia sported a super-sleek blowout while Scarlett was still rocking her goddess locs. Her edges were smoothed down with styling gel, and several locs were decorated with small bronze jewelry coils.
With their hair and makeup done, they changed into Herve Leger crisscross bandage dresses that hugged their curves like a second skin. Their freshly pedicured feet were adorned with strappy black sandals that laced up their calves.
Once they were ready, Scarlett grinned at Nadia. “Let’s go get our boys.”
They left the suite and strolled across the hall, brown skin popping, plump lips slicked with gloss.
Viggo and Reid were sitting on the parlor sofa drinking whiskey and watching ESPN. When Scarlett and Nadia came strutting through the door, the two men glanced up.
And did a double take.
Slowly they rose from the sofa, staring at Scarlett and Nadia with completely awestruck expressions.
Viggo breathed, “Holy—”
“—fuck,” Reid finished.
Scarlett and Nadia looked at each other and giggled.
Viggo and Reid came forward, eyeing them up and down with blatant masculine appreciation.
Scarlett and Nadia did a slow turn for them, modeling their sexy outfits. They knew the clingy dresses showed off their round asses to delectable advantage.
“Wow,” Reid exclaimed in a husky voice. “You both look incredible.”
“Hell yeah,” Viggo uttered.
“Why, thank you, boys,” Scarlett and Nadia cooed, batting their eyelashes.
Viggo and Reid grinned broadly at each other. They looked pretty damn good themselves in button-down dress shirts with tailored dark slacks. Neatly trimmed stubble accentuated their square jaws, and they both oozed rugged masculinity.
On the elevator ride down to the lobby, Viggo stood close behind Scarlett, molding his body to the contours of hers. The warmth of his breath sent shivers down her spine as he nuzzled the scented nape of her neck. Reid was doing the same thing to Nadia.
They took a cab to the downtown nightclub where they were meeting Hunter and Logan. When they arrived at the swanky club, there was a long line of people waiting behind the red velvet rope. Apparently Viggo and Reid were on the VIP list, because the bouncer greeted them like old friends and gave Scarlett and Nadia an appreciative perusal before waving them all through.
They entered the dark, pulsing club and were escorted upstairs to a posh VIP section that overlooked the bar and dance floor. Several other hockey players stood around laughing and drinking. Of course, where there were hockey players, there were bunnies.
A bunch of them had gathered around Hunter, who was lounging on a black velvet sofa by the balcony. Drink in hand, long legs stretched out in front of him, he smiled indulgently at the half-naked women fawning over him. But there was a hint of boredom behind his lazy smile, and his green eyes kept drifting around the room as if he were looking for a challenge.
Watching him, Scarlett was once again struck by his animal magnetism and quiet intensity.
As if she’d read her mind, Nadia leaned close to her and whispered, “Doesn’t Hunter give off the sexiest Dom vibe?”
“Yes!” Scarlett said with a breathy laugh. “I noticed it at your engagement party. He’s so intense and mysterious.”
“I know.” Nadia glanced over her shoulder at Reid and Viggo, who had stopped to talk to some other hockey players. “He’s multilingual and he reads all those deep books, so you know he’s super intelligent. Reid says he’s always strategizing.”
“I can tell,” Scarlett said, talking behind her hand. “Sometimes when he gets really quiet, I can’t help wondering what he’s thinking about. But then I’m almost afraid to find out!”
“I know, right?” Nadia grinned wickedly. “I’m a blissfully engaged woman, but I have this mental picture of Hunter quoting Nietzsche while spanking his sub, and it’s weirdly hot and sexy.”
When she and Scarlett burst into naughty giggles, Viggo and Reid glanced over at them with raised eyebrows.
“Uh-oh,” Scarlett joked. “We’d better stop before we get in trouble.”
“I know.” Nadia grinned.
Three attractive guys walked by and smiled at them, craning their necks to stare at their asses. Scarlett and Nadia chuckled.
Just as they were about to sit down and order drinks, Viggo and Reid came over, took their hands and growled, “Let’s dance.”
They led the way back downstairs, threading a path through the mob. The music was loud, the bass pumping. Logan was already on the dance floor, sandwiched between two women who were grinding seductively against him. He looked around and grinned when he saw Viggo, Reid, Scarlett and Nadia.
They hit the dance floor, smiling and laughing as the music pulsated through their bodies. Viggo, Reid and Logan were hella good dancers, their moves confident and sexy smooth.
Scarlett loved to dance, both onstage and off. It was totally exhilarating, and even more enjoyable when your partner could keep up. As she rocked her body to the heavy bass beats, Viggo gobbled her up with his hypnotic eyes. It made her belly clench and flip with excitement.
When a country song came on, the crowd cheered and began line dancing.
Scarlett grinned at Viggo. “Guess no trip to Nashville would be complete without some line dancing.”
He laughed. “Ever done it?”
“A few times.” She got the surprise of her life when Viggo, Reid and Logan fell into step with the crowd, shuffling and sliding and boot scootin’ across the floor. She and Nadia squealed with delight before joining them, trying to keep up with the synchronized moves.
There was nothing hotter than a gorgeous, strapping white boy with rhythm. Three of them together? Holy fucking hell. They had every woman on that dance floor watching them and drooling.
Scarlett matched Viggo step for step, laughing as he grinned approvingly and winked at her.
She was having the time of her life. When the song ended, the crowd clapped and hooted. Several women sent lascivious smiles at Viggo, Reid and Logan.
When the music changed to a slow song, the dance floor became a sea of gently swaying bodies.
Scarlett hooked her hands behind Viggo’s neck as he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close to his powerful body. They were both a little hot and sweaty.
She smiled into his eyes, her skin buzzing with electric awareness. “Damn, boy,” she teased. “I knew you had some moves, but wow.”
He grinned down at her, the club lights playing across his face. “I’ve been wanting to dance with you ever since the night of the engagement party.”
Her smile widened. “Better late than never. Where’d you guys learn to line dance?”
“Logan roped us into going with him more times than I care to admit.” His eyes glinted. “It was a great way to meet women.”
Scarlett laughed. “As if you guys needed any help with that.”
He grinned and winked at her.
The gentle pressure of his hands on her hips felt deliciously intimate, sending shivers through her body. When he moved closer, she tightened her arms around his neck. Her breasts were flush against his hard chest, her nipples puckered and stinging from the contact.
As they swayed slowly together, his hard cock rubbed against her belly. She almost moaned at the resulting friction. Maybe she did moan, the sound lost in the softly throbbing music.
He gazed deeply into her eyes. “This was definitely worth the wait.”
“Definitely.” She smiled dreamily and laid her head on his broad shoulder, breathing him in.
His lips nuzzled her hair as his hands slid down her back and possessively palmed her ass.
Liquid heat shot through her, and this time she definitely did moan. She couldn’t help it. The man was making her body sizzle with lust.
She melted deeper into him as he fondled her ass, raising the hem of her dress a little. She didn’t even care.
Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Reid and Nadia slow dancing nearby. They looked just as turned on by each other as she and Viggo were.
As she sensually ground her hips against his, he lowered his mouth to the side of her neck and groaned. “God, baby, what you do to me.”
His words and the heat of his breath made her shiver and smile. When his lips left her skin, she lifted her head off his shoulder, her eyes locking with his.
Her heart rate kicked higher as he leaned down and slanted his mouth over hers. She trembled hard and kissed him back, burying her fingers in his hair and parting her lips beneath his. They kissed hotly, their bodies swaying together under the flashing lights.
Sliding his mouth from her lips to her ear, Viggo murmured, “What do you say we get out of here and go back to the hotel?”
“Yes,” she breathed without hesitation.
As he took her hand and began leading her off the dance floor, Reid and Nadia were right behind them. They apparently had the same idea.
Viggo backed scarlett into their suite, his hot tongue fucking her mouth.
Shivering with need, she broke the panty-soaking kiss and backed away as the door closed behind them. As he prowled toward her unbuttoning his shirt, she pulled off her bandage dress to reveal a sheer black Bordelle bra and matching thong. Dangling from her belly button was the diamond barbell he’d given her for Christmas. She’d worn the navel ring before, but the lingerie was new—also a gift from him.
He slowly looked her up and down, his eyes glittering with raw lust. “Is that the lingerie you just bought?” he rasped, voice rough with arousal.
“Umm-hmm.” She licked her lips into a coy smile. “Thank you for the generous gift card. I got lots of goodies. Do you approve so far?”
“Absolutely.” The word rumbled from his chest as he came to a stop before her, his shirt halfway unbuttoned.
She stared up at him, shivering when he cupped the swells of her breasts through the expensive silk. His touch burned like a white-hot brand, stealing her breath and making her arch into him.
“So fucking sexy.” His thumbs grazed her nipples, sending streaks of arousal lashing from her breasts to her spasming womb. As her knees wobbled, he lowered his head and wrapped his lips around a tight nipple, sucking her through the sheer fabric.
She gasped as her body contracted, pulsing deep at the V of her thighs. “Viggo…”
He unhooked the front clasp of the strapless bra and let it fall away. Then he stared down at her, his eyes blazing with a fierce hunger that scorched every nerve in her body.
“Take off your panties.” The deep timbre of his voice filled the room and made her heart pound.
Without breaking eye contact with him, she slowly peeled the silky thong down her legs and over her strappy heels.
His eyes ate her up, devouring every dip and curve as his behemoth erection tented the front of his pants. An answering gush of arousal dampened her folds.
“What about my shoes?” she breathed kittenishly. “Should I take them off, too?”
“No,” he growled. “Leave them on.”
She gave him a slow, sensual smile.
He palmed her face and leaned down, kissing her mouth with delicious slowness as he began walking her backward. Heat sizzled through her veins, electrifying her senses and turning hunger into desperate need. Deepening the kiss with tongue, she wrapped her arms around his neck and rocked her pelvis, grinding against his erection.
When he stopped and lifted his head, there was a feral gleam in his eyes. His hands ran down her sides to cradle her waist, searing her with his touch as he slowly turned her away from him.
“Hands flat against the wall,” he commanded.
She shivered as she obeyed.
He moved behind her, brushing her hair out of the way so he could kiss her bare shoulder. Her breath rushed out from between her lips and her pulse careened.
Slowly he began kissing his way down her back, the heat of his lips setting off little detonations of pleasure.
“So beautiful,” he murmured against her flushed skin. “So fucking exquisite.”
She moaned as he kissed the curves of her ass before squatting behind her, his wide palms grasping her hips to pull her away from the wall.
“Spread your legs and bend forward for me.”
She did as he told her, stretching her arms to brace her hands against the wall. The position made her feel vulnerable and exposed, yet desperately turned on and excited.
He nuzzled her butt cheeks, making her belly quiver as he rumbled, “You have the hottest fucking ass, baby. I can’t get enough.”
When he leaned in and tongued her slick cleft, she cried out and arched her back. Burying his face in her ass, he licked his way between her swollen lips to find the hard knot of her clit. When he sucked the sensitive bundle of nerves into his mouth, raw need zigzagged through her, electrifying her nerve endings.
“Oh God,” she whimpered, her legs shaking in her high heels. She could already tell she wasn’t going to last long.
Lifting her hips, Viggo gave her pussy a thorough licking before spearing her with his tongue. She shattered apart with a high-pitched cry, pressing down hard on his mouth as she rode the crashing waves of her orgasm. He was murmuring things in Swedish, his voice humming darkly against her flesh as she spilled into his mouth.
He bathed her slit with his tongue and lovingly sucked her clit. When her knees gave out, he caught her and picked her up in his arms, then swung around and carried her to the bedroom. He deposited her in the center, then stepped back and made quick work of undressing himself, his hooded eyes never leaving hers.
When he stood naked before her, her mouth watered at his physical perfection, all rock-hard muscle and gleaming golden skin.
She licked her lips, her eyes dropping to his beautiful cock. It stretched toward her, audaciously long and thick, precum dripping from the slit in the crown.
Lifting her gaze to his, she crooked her finger at him.
His gaze burned hotter.
When he crawled onto the bed, she pushed him onto his back and straddled him above his knees. As she leaned over him, her locs hung down one side of her face.
He stared up at her with fiercely glittering eyes. “God, you’re beau— ah, fuck!” he hissed out when she bent and licked the glistening head of his cock.
“Mmm,” she moaned as his clean, musky taste exploded across her tongue. She curled her fingers around the thick base and pumped him slowly, watching rivulets of precum dribble out. She lapped at the leaking slit, wringing a groan from deep in his chest.
Flicking her eyes back up to his face, she found him watching intently as she wrapped her lips around his jutting prick.
“Fuck, Scarlett,” he rasped, his abs clenching as his hips bucked.
She lowered her mouth onto his cock, sucking in slow pulses as she took him deeper. He swelled even thicker and groaned.
She sucked and pumped him with one hand while using her other to cup and squeeze his tight balls. That made him shudder and growl with satisfaction, his hand fisting in her hair.
“Mmmm.” She swirled her tongue around his crown in teasing circles and licked the pulsing vein that ran the length of him. “I love your cock. I love the way it looks, the way it feels, the way it tastes. So damn good.”
“Jesus, baby,” he groaned.
Staring into his half-closed eyes, she bobbed her head up and down his cock, doing her best to deep-throat as much of him as she could.
“Scarlett.” Her name was a guttural moan of pleasure. “That mouth. God.”
She deepened the suction until her cheeks hollowed, increasing the pressure on his shaft.
He groaned and jammed both hands into her hair as his hips pitched upward, fucking her mouth.
She whimpered with approval, her body quaking and her pussy creaming.
“Ah Scarlett,” he breathed, slamming his head back against the pillow as he pounded his cock between her lips. “Fuck, baby. Fuuuuck.”
As the first jet of cum shot down her throat, she swallowed and moaned, “Gimme more.”
He groaned and thrust harder as spurt after spurt of hot semen flooded her mouth. She swallowed it all, drinking him dry until he collapsed back onto the bed, gasping and shuddering.
She slowly pulled her mouth off his cock, swirling her tongue around the head to catch any last drops. Then she sat back on his muscular thighs, licking the corners of her lips. “Did I mention how much I love the way you taste?”
He stared up at her from under heavy lids. “You’re fucking amazing.”
She gave him a sexy smile. “You’re not too bad yourself.”
He sat up with a husky laugh, chest muscles flexing as he pulled her onto his lap. She gazed at him as he framed her face in his hands and took her mouth. His kiss was slow and sizzling, spiking her temperature and swelling the folds of her pussy.
She wound her arms around his neck, loving the feel of her breasts crushed against his chest. Every inch of her body tingled and burned for him. When his tongue stroked the roof of her mouth, she almost melted into a puddle of shivery need.
She could feel his cock hardening beneath her ass as he trailed kisses along her jaw and down the curve of her neck. “I need to fuck you,” he whispered.
She quivered at his raw words. “Yes, please.”
He lifted her off his lap, setting her at his side. Then he rolled away from her to open the nightstand drawer and take out the box of condoms he’d stashed there. He grabbed a handful, tossing all but one on top of the nightstand. After he tore open the foil packet, Scarlett took the condom from his hand and moved between his legs.
He watched through hooded eyes as she pinched the tip of the condom and rolled it ever so slowly down his cock, which jumped and swelled in her hand.
“Shit, woman,” he growled. “You’re gonna make me come again before I even get inside you.”
She gave a throaty little laugh, running her finger up his chest to circle his nipple. Watching it harden, she licked her lips and purred, “I want you to fuck me in the ass.”
His eyes flared in surprise. She’d clearly caught him off guard. “You wanna have anal sex?”
She met his gaze. “I do.”
A hopeful gleam lit his eyes. Like he was hoping he hadn’t misheard her. “Have you ever done it before?”
She nodded.
A spark of jealousy narrowed his eyes. “With who?”
She bit back a sigh. “Does it matter?”
“Was it Myles?”
“No.”
Relief flickered over his face.
She bit her lip, staring at him. “So do you want to or—”
“Hell yeah.” He cupped her cheek, crushing her mouth in a rough kiss that left her throbbing and aching and more than ready.
When he released her, she opened her nightstand drawer to retrieve the lube she’d brought for this specific purpose. She squeezed some onto her fingers and lubed up her anus while Viggo watched her. His eyes were dark with lust, his cock at full mast.
She squeezed a generous amount of lube onto his erection and spread it slowly, feeling him pulse and thicken between her palms.
As soon as she finished, he flipped her onto her belly. Her breathy laugh broke off into a moan when he ran a long finger down the cleft of her ass and slowly pressed through the puckered ring of her anus.
She groaned and arched off the bed, shivering as he added a second finger.
“You’re so tight,” he growled.
“But I’m ready.” Every nerve ending in her body was wired, primed for penetration.
He leaned down and brushed his lips over the swell of her ass while his skilled fingers stretched and massaged her anus. She whimpered at the sensation, her hips twisting with raw pleasure and need. So much need. So much want.
“Viggo,” she breathed. “Now…please.”
He withdrew his fingers and pulled her up on all fours, his body hot and hard behind her. She looked over her shoulder as he stroked his cock between her slippery buttocks, pausing at her puckered asshole.
She couldn’t breathe. Her heart was drumming erratically, her stomach quivering with anticipation.
As he eased just the tip of his cock inside her, she sucked in a breath.
“You okay?” His voice was rough. “Should I stop?”
“Hell no,” she panted. “Don’t you dare stop.”
“I don’t want to hurt—”
“You won’t,” she assured him. “I know you’re really big, but I can handle it. I want you to fuck my ass, baby. Fuck it hard.”
“Goddamn.” His voice was raspy as he pushed deeper, pressing through her tightness.
She shivered and lowered her face to the bed, caught somewhere between pleasure and pain. As the tight ring of muscle loosened and succumbed to his girth, he slid deep inside her.
Her scream was muffled by the thick bedding.
“God.” Viggo’s groan was raw as his dick throbbed inside her, almost unbearably huge. “You feel—” He pulled out slightly, then slowly pushed back in “—so fucking good.”
“So do you,” she mewled, pressing back against his cock as he withdrew and filled her again, stretching her deliciously. “Fuck me, Viggo.”
A shudder rocked him. “Just let me know if I’m hurting you.”
His concern was touching, but right now all she wanted was a good, hard pounding. What part of that did he not understand?
She snarled, “If you don’t blow my fucking back out—”
He unleashed a dark growl and began thrusting into her.
“Yesss!” she screamed, savage pleasure spiraling through her blood. “Just like that!”
“God, Scarlett.” He let go of his restraint and pounded into her, fucking her deeply in the ass.
Her body reeled, all of her senses heightened to the point of sensory overload. “Viggo, it feels so—oh my God—”
“You like it?” he whispered fiercely. “Does it feel good?”
“Hell yes!” she sobbed.
“This what you wanted?”
“All damn day!”
His rough hands grabbed her ass and pulled her tighter against him, making her keen in ecstasy. Her nipples were throbbing mercilessly, her breasts bouncing with every thrust of his hips.
“So good,” she groaned lustfully. “So fucking good, Viggo.”
His hand curved around her hip to brush over her stomach, toying with the diamond barbell that dangled from her navel. When his fingers slicked through the cream coating her pussy lips, she gasped and thrust her ass against him.
“Shit, baby.” He rubbed her hard clit while his cock plundered her asshole, swollen balls slapping against her flesh.
“Yes,” she moaned, dripping with arousal. “Yes, yes, yesss!”
Viggo grabbed a fistful of her locs and pulled her head back to growl in her ear, “This hot, tight ass belongs to me. You understand? You’re never doing this again with anyone else. Only me.”
His words made her pussy spasm. “So damn possessive,” she panted.
“That’s right.” He bit her neck and smacked her ass cheek, making her cry out as sensation sizzled across her skin.
She fisted the sheets as he pounded relentlessly into her, the bed rocking beneath them. Despite the cool air conditioning, sweat drenched them both and soaked the sheets.
She closed her eyes, her spine bowing as he thrust harder and faster, his pelvis slapping her buttocks with growing fervor.
“Veeee-go!” she screamed as ecstasy exploded through her, lights and colors bursting inside her head in an erotic kaleidoscope.
He came seconds later with a primal groan, his body shuddering violently against her. He held her tight to him, fucking her through his orgasm.
Spent and boneless, she face planted onto the bed. He collapsed on top of her, gasping her name. His body was so hot it felt like a furnace.
Pulse roaring in her ears, she puffed out a long breath and sluggishly turned her head toward the window to watch the twinkling city lights.
Viggo brushed her locs away from her face, spreading them out on the pillow. Then he kissed the damp skin between her shoulder blades and slowly pulled out of her on a groan.
She shivered, feeling empty without the hard heat of his cock. She was totally addicted to him.
“You okay?” he whispered against her neck.
She smiled dreamily. “Never been better.”
His low chuckle seeped into her, tingling along her veins.
She watched him slide off the bed and head to the bathroom to dispose of the condom. She sighed softly, admiring the view of his flexing ass as he walked away.
He returned with a warm washcloth, lowered himself beside her and wiped between her legs and buttocks. His touch was so tender and gentle, it made her want to cry. No lover had ever tended to her after sex. This man was truly one in a million.
“Are you sore?” he murmured.
She shook her head. “I’m fine.”
His lips brushed her shoulder. “You’re incredible.”
“So are you,” she purred appreciatively.
He flashed her a quick grin before he got up to return the washcloth to the bathroom. He came right back and removed her strappy heels, then climbed into bed and tugged the covers up over them. The sheets were perfumed with the musky scents of sweat and sex.
As he gathered her into his arms, she sighed and curled against him, snaking one leg between his hard-muscled thighs. She was in absolute heaven.
His fingers played in her hair. “Thanks for coming with me this weekend.”
She grinned. “Are you kidding? I wouldn’t have missed this for the world.”
“I know.” There was a teasing note in his voice. “It’s becoming pretty clear to me that you’re just using me to meet other hockey players.”
She snapped her fingers. “Busted.”
When he slapped her ass cheek, she pealed with laughter. “Just kidding!”
“Uh-huh. You’d better be.”
She grinned, snuggling closer to him and sighing. “There’s only one hockey player in the world for me. And I’m lying right here in his arms, the only place I could ever want to be.”
Viggo kissed the top of her head. “Good answer.”
“And oh so true.”
* **
The all-star Game took place on Sunday evening.
Although it wasn’t as competitive as regular season games, there were some great offensive plays that made the tournament highly entertaining. The raucous crowd enjoyed every moment.
The Central Division ended up winning the tournament to receive the one million dollar prize. As team captain, Viggo scored three goals in two games and was voted MVP. His prize was a brand new Honda Pilot. He’d asked Scarlett in advance if he could give her the SUV if he won it. She’d adamantly refused. He’d already given her more than enough.
As he skated to center ice to accept the million-dollar check for his team, he pointed at her and winked. She winked back and blew him a kiss, then sat there beaming like a complete idiot.
She wanted to hold on to this warm glow for as long as she possibly could.
Because somehow she knew it wouldn’t last.