Right Man, Right Time (The Vancouver Agitators, #3)(106)

Winnie waves me off. “Don’t be sorry. It’s my fault. I should have whored him out sooner. Ugh . . . what the hell am I going to say?” Winnie taps her chin. “I don’t suppose your friend Ross and Ian would be interested in a threesome?”

“I could always ask,” I say as we both laugh.





My dorm door opens and clicks shut.

Anticipation sears through me as I wait on my bed.

I’ve been thinking about Silas all day. I even watched his game with Ross. They won again, and Silas scored as well as Holmes. He looked so smooth out there on the ice. I’m truly impressed by his talent.

After the game, I came back to my place and slipped out of my sweats into a pair of lace underwear that barely covers my butt. I paired it with a black crop top, something I know he loves. I considered the whole naked thing, like Winnie said, but I also really liked the idea of Silas peeling my clothes off.

He steps into the main part of my living space, and when I see him come into view, dressed in a suit, hair wet from his shower, I feel my entire body heat as if I’m standing over a fire, flames ablaze.

His eager eyes roam me from head to toe, and when he reaches my face, he says, “You look fucking good, babe.”

I smile. “So do you.”

He unbuttons his suit jacket and removes it, setting it on my desk. He also kicks off his shoes and closes the space between us. Gently, he slips his hand behind my head and lightly kisses me, increasing my need for him immediately.

I grip his shirt tightly as he slips a hand under my underwear and digs his fingers into my skin. I moan against his mouth, and he brings me to the edge of my bed, where I sit, releasing his mouth from mine.

Standing in front of me, with an obvious bulge in his pants, he undoes the buttons of his white shirt. Then he untucks it, letting it hang open so I get a glimpse of his well-carved body. He then undoes his belt and pants and lets those hang open as well.

“You had a good game today,” I say as I stand and push his shirt off his rock-hard shoulders.

“You watched?” he asks as my hands go to his pants, and I push those down as well, leaving him in only his briefs.

“Yes, Ross and I watched. He’s really getting into hockey. He was texting Mr. Mustard throughout the game.”

Silas steps out of his pants right before I tug him onto the bed and have him rest against the headboard. I straddle his lap and sit right on top of him.

His hands immediately fall to my rib cage, his thumbs teasing my breasts. “Do you know how many times you wore one of these crop tops and all I wanted to do was lift it up to suck and play with your tits?”

“Every time?” I ask, drawing circles on his chest.

“Yes. Every goddamn time.” He lets out a steady breath.

“Did you ever think about me while you touched yourself?”

“Many times,” he answers. “Too many times than I care to admit.”

I flick my finger over his nipple and feel his pelvis shift under me. “I find it so hot thinking about you jerking off to the thought of me.” His hands reach up under my crop top and cup my breasts. “Did you ever feel satisfied after?”

“Never,” he answers, his voice growing deeper as my hips move over his. “I always felt like I needed more, that I needed the real thing.”

“You have the real thing now,” I answer.

“Yeah,” he breathes as I grind down on him. “And I’m trying not to lose my goddamn mind as you move over me. I can’t just sit here and talk as if all my brain cells aren’t disintegrating by the second.”

I smirk. “Then tell me what you want to do to me.”

“Fuck you. Hard. Fast. And then do it all over again.” He rolls my nipple with his fingers.

I chuckle and shake my head.

“What?” he asks.

“Winnie was right.”

“She was right about what?”

I pepper kisses along his jaw as he pinches my nipples now, causing a wave of arousal to shoot between my legs. “That there’s a post-game sex adrenaline you guys have.” I kiss his cheek, then his lips, then his jaw.

“There is, and if I don’t fuck you soon, I’m going to lose my goddamn mind.”

I chuckle and lift my arms for him to remove my shirt. “Well, fuck me then.”

He quickly removes my shirt, then rolls me to my back and pulls on my underwear. He tears them off and tosses them to the ground before spreading my legs and lowering himself.

“Hold on,” I say, pausing him. “I want you to put something on first.”

The confused look on his face is so cute. “You want me to wear a condom?”

“No. In my nightstand is a cock ring. Put it on.”

His eyes turn dark before he reaches and pulls open the drawer of my nightstand and finds the black cock ring. He holds it up between us and says, “Put it on me.”

He doesn’t have to ask me twice. I have him sit back so I can pull his briefs off. When his erect penis comes into view, I can’t help myself. I dip down and suck in the tip.

“Babe,” he says, shifting my hair to the side so he can watch my mouth. I give him a few pulls before I release him and slip the cock ring around the base of him, and then with a smirk, I turn it on. His body jolts, and his hands grip the mattress. “Fucking hell.”