Roman (Cold Fury Hockey #7)(62)
“Well, I’m not so sure about that,” I say uncertainly.
“She clearly said something disparaging about me just a few moments ago.” The anger in his tone is unmistakable. “That’s not her place to do that.”
Pressing my fingertips into his chest, I nod with an impish smile. “I absolutely agree with you. She’s your boss and she shouldn’t be telling me her problems with you. But I do think, since you and I are dating, you should feel free to tell me your frustrations, even if they deal with my sister. You know my job is much more than to entertain you with my ukulele and give you orgasms, right?”
“Well, how could I ever want more than ukuleles and orgasms,” he says on a snort. “I mean…do I really deserve more?”
“You totally deserve more,” I say with a laugh, then go up on my tiptoes to give him a small, quick kiss. “So I think tonight we should go to your house—after a quick stop at Burger 21 for a late snack—then we’ll get naked, I’ll give you a massage while you tell me all your problems, and then I’ll give you an orgasm.”
“I’d rather just have you sing to me with your ukulele,” he says, but I know that is an absolute lie. As much as he loves my music, I know he’d enjoy a massage and some amazing sex after.
“You can have whatever you want tonight,” I murmur, and love the way his eyes flash hot, wondering how many filthy, dirty things about me just crossed his mind.
“Do we really have to stop at Burger 21?” he asks on a low growl, one arm snaking around my waist.
“Yes,” I tell him primly. “I need nourishment for what I’m going to do to you.”
“Jesus fuck, you’re just about perfect,” Roman mutters as he releases his hold on me, takes me by the hand, and starts to drag me down the hall toward the exit to the players’ parking lot.
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“Are you relaxed?” I ask Roman as my fingers press down into his shoulders while I straddle his lower back.
“Not really,” he mutters.
“What’s wrong?” I ask as I dig into his muscles with my thumbs.
“You’re sitting on top of me naked, I’ve got a hard-on that smashed between me and the mattress, and I’m horny,” he says sarcastically. “That’s what’s wrong.”
I giggle and then coo at him while I work his muscles. “Poor baby. Just try to relax and let me make you feel better.”
“I’d feel much better if you let me roll over and then rode my cock,” he grumbles, although I can hear the teasing in his voice.
“I love it when you talk dirty to me,” I murmur, my voice sounding extra raspy because I truly am turned on.
“Then let’s fuck,” he suggests brightly, lifting his head from the pillow and craning it so he can look at me.
With an exaggerated sigh, I flop off of him. Lying on the mattress so we’re face-to-face, I tell him gently but firmly, “First tell me what happened with Gray.”
Roman rolls to his side to face me and snakes an arm around my waist. With a jerk, he pulls me to him, and yes, indeed, he does have a hard-on, which is warm and thick pressed into my belly. My head swims for a moment, and I completely forget what I just asked him.
“Are you sure you want to hear this?” he asks me skeptically, his nose just inches from mine.
I’m still aware of his hard cock and the way it feels against my skin, so it takes me a moment to focus. Finally, I say, “Yes. I want to hear it. I want you to be able to vent to me.”
“No repercussions?” he asks quietly.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, if I say something about your sister that you don’t like, are you going to take it out on me? We’re kind of in murky waters here.”
Tilting my head, I lean into him and press my lips against his. When I pull back, I whisper, “No repercussions. I’m just your girlfriend right now…not Gray’s sister.”
Roman’s eyes bore into mine, perhaps trying to see if I’m bluffing, but he must believe me because he lays it right out. “Gray’s pissed for that hit I put on Nick Schultz, especially since it was all kinds of illegal and is suspension material. She didn’t care to hear my reasons and said there was no excuse for it. I pointed out that the way I play is standard for enforcers in this league. She didn’t want to hear it. Oh, and she fined me five thousand dollars.”
I jerk in surprise. “She can do that? Fine you money?”
“Yup,” he says. “But that’s not something I’m mad about. It’s not the first time I’ve been fined and not the last.”
“Then what’s really bothering you, because if I remember our conversation about the first time she chewed out your ass, it doesn’t sound much different this time.”
“It’s not,” he agrees. “Not really, except I did ask her point-blank if she was coming down on me because she didn’t like me dating you.”
“And she denied that,” I guess.
Roman nods. “She also didn’t care for my reasoning for going after Schultz, which sort of speaks to the fact she’s keeping business from personal.”
“You went after him merely because he stuck his tongue out at me?” I ask in wonder.
“We had some minor skirmishes during the entire game,” Roman says.