When the game was over, Malory and I returned to the hotel. I didn't feel like having a drink in the bar, so I settled for bottled water while sitting with the other wives and girlfriends. They talked about the game and I thought about Killian.

"I'm going back to my room," I whispered to Malory.

"Okay. I probably won't see you until next week at the opening game."

I went to the suite and walked around, unable to sit still. When the door finally opened, I turned and watched Killian walk in.

"Everything off below the waist. Now."

I stared for a moment.

"Now, Legs. I want you just in my jersey while I fuck you."

"Are you hurt?"

He gave me a frustrated sigh and walked until his chest pressed into the front of me and his lips were mere inches away. He found the top of my pants, but his eyes stayed glued to mine.

"I want to fuck you, Legs, and you're not making it easy."

I threw my arms around his shoulders. Killian's lips slammed into mine, and my jeans and panties were on the floor seconds later. He wasn't gentle.

The first time, he fucked me against the wall and the second bent over the couch. I still wore his jersey, but he managed to slip my bra off through the armholes. I really thought only girls knew that trick, but I wasn't giving Killian enough credit. When it came to fucking, removing a woman's clothes, or making me feel sexy, he was the authority.

When we finally made it to the bed, he nuzzled the hair behind my ear. A sharp, biting sting to my earlobe came next.

"I'm buying more of my jerseys for you, Legs. I saw you in the stands and my cock went hard."

I giggled and slapped him playfully on his chest. "I doubt that, but I don't mind wearing your jersey. I never saw you look into the stands."

"I fight it. I need to be focused, but I had to be sure you made it to the game."

"Do you always want sex after a game or only when you're hurt?"

"I always want sex with you. Doesn't matter if a game is involved or not."

"Says the man who barely spoke the entire day."

Killian's hand slid through my hair. "It's going to get worse. How do you handle track season? Do you need to find your zone?"

I cuddled closer. "Not like you, but I understand. I tend to be nervous. I think I actually talk more than usual, or at least that's what Amanda and Lyle tell me."

"Hmm." He was back to nibbling on my earlobe.

My hand traveled down his chest until I wrapped my fingers around his cock. It wasn't soft like I expected, but then again Killian's cock was rarely soft. I shifted my body until I could place kisses on his chest. Continuing lower, I slipped my lips around the head and used my tongue. I tasted both of us, and in a million years, I couldn't have imagined myself enjoying something so naughty. My hair fell forward and Killian gathered it, lifting it out of the way. I gazed up and his brown eyes drilled into mine. He held my head still and pushed farther into my mouth.

"What can you take, Rebecca?"

I didn't answer, just closed my eyes, loosened my throat muscles, and took his cock deep.

"Fuck."

And I did.

We barely slept that night. I woke up the following morning feeling decidedly achy in all the right places. Black and blue bruising covered Killian's lower side and I forgot my small discomfort.

"Don't worry about it, Legs. Just bruising."

"How do you know?" My anger at the Seattle player rose again.

Killian kissed my fingers and placed them against his injury. "Because I've had broken ribs before and this is nothing. I know I would feel better if you kissed them all better, though."

How could I resist his dimples?

***

Malory and I left on the same flight. Team rules dictated that the players fly back together. I had homework and I needed to pick up notes from the class I missed. Killian wasn't happy, but I needed to be at my apartment that night, not in his sexy arms. I called a fellow college teammate and we ran together after the sun went down. I fell into bed exhausted, but was unable to fall asleep.

My phone rang and I smiled at the display.

"Hi."

"What are you doing?" His husky voice made my toes curl.

"Lying in bed thinking of you." I smiled against the phone.

"You should have stayed the night and you'd feel me slide between your thighs right now." There was gentle chiding in his voice.

"Hmm, I'd be digging my nails into your back." I squirmed and fought putting my hands where I wanted Killian's cock.

"Touch yourself."

"Killian!"

"Touch yourself, Rebecca. One finger, just the tip. Run it over your clit."

How could I resist his voice, his words?

His tone lowered another octave. "Now slip your finger inside your pussy." He breathed in and out so I could hear. "Is it there?"

"God, Killian, I need you."

"My hand is wrapped around my cock, pumping up and down, but in my mind, I'm fucking you. Add another finger, but go slow."

I breathed more harshly into the phone.

"You still there, Rebecca?"

"Yes, Killian."

"Then come open this damn door so I can fuck you the way I want."

"I'm going to kill you," I said as I jumped from the bed and ran to the door and threw it open.

"Fuck me first," he demanded, and ground his lips against mine.

My exhaustion melted away.