Gloves Off: a marriage of convenience hockey romance (Vancouver Storm Book 4)

On the drive home, Georgia’s quiet, staring out the window with a pinch between her eyebrows.

Something’s wrong. I thought tonight went well. Everyone had fun, and we spent an hour with the parents and kids after, signing stuff and taking photos.

Going to practice with her every week is something I look forward to. I’m already annoyed that I have a game next week and can’t join. I love seeing this side of her, warm and funny and encouraging, with all her walls down. Like no one ever hurt her.

I don’t know what went wrong. I pull into the garage and cut the engine. “Was tonight okay?”

“Uh-huh.” She gets out of the car.

“And you didn’t mind that I brought the guys?”

“Of course not.”

Tension twists in my gut as we head inside. There’s something she’s not telling me. Something I can’t see is brewing under the surface with the doctor.

“Tell me what’s wrong.”

In the foyer, she glances over, raising an eyebrow at me. Something sparks in her gaze. “Everything is fine, Alexei.”

It’s not, though. I rub the back of my neck. I can’t force her to talk to me if she doesn’t want⁠—

The doctor strides over to me and, holding my gaze with a small smile, pushes me against the front door. I frown, but she rises onto her toes, mouth covering mine in a hungry, desperate kiss.

“What—”

“Be quiet,” she murmurs in between kisses.

Her tongue slicks against mine, hot and greedy. Arousal races through me before I can string thoughts together.

“You’re not mad?” I rasp before she tugs my bottom lip with her teeth.

She loops her arms around my neck, and her lips move to my throat. A shudder moves through me. “No, baby, I’m not mad.”

Baby. Jesus. I’m half hard.

She gives me her mouth again, so soft and pliable and generous that I’m losing my mind in her. I thread my fingers into her hair, extra soft tonight, and when I grip it to tilt her head back more, she lets out this breathy, needy noise that sends blood rushing to my groin.

This is all I’ve thought about for the past couple days, this and the way she sounds when she comes, when she finally moans for me.

Fucking hell, I love when the doctor lets go for me. When she trusts me.

“Fuck, you’re so hot,” I groan against her soft lips as my hand settles on her lush ass. “Georgia, the things I want to do to you.”

I feel her smile. “Wait your turn.”

I groan again, but I’m smiling, too. Nothing winds me up like this back and forth between us.

While we kiss, her hands go to my belt, working it undone. My jaw drops as she looks up, holds my eyes with her mouth tilted in a sexy, teasing smile, before she slips her hand into my boxers and grips my cock.

My lips part, eyes falling closed as need races through me. I came in the shower this morning, fantasizing about this, about that smug look in her eyes.

She pulls me from my boxers and my cock juts out, already beading with precum, and the slight expression of surprise in her eyes is like a steroid shot to my ego.

“What’s the matter, Hellfire?” I’m barely breathing as she trails her fingers up and down my length. “Intimidated?”

Her mouth curves. “A little.”

She gives me a firm stroke and pleasure tightens in my groin. She’s looking at my cock like it’s a pair of those fuck-me heels she loves so much. I open my mouth to tell her we don’t have to do anything, but she strokes me again, and the words fall out of my head.

“What were you saying?” She watches with a smug little smile that makes me even harder.

“I don’t remember.”

She grins, running her other hand over my balls, teasing me with light, exploring touches. Her manicured nails look so fucking hot, holding me like this. She tugs them lightly and a high, desperate noise slips out of me. My head falls back against the door as her hand finds a steady rhythm, applying the perfect amount of pressure, twisting a little at the tip like I do to myself.

I’m already on the edge, with her eagerness to please and the way she’s touching me.

She drops to her knees and my cock jumps.noveldrama

“Right here?” My voice is hoarse. I’m breathing hard. The image of my wife on her knees for me, looking up at me with that pretty, trusting smile, my cock inches from her mouth—I’ll jerk off to this image for the rest of my life.

“Uh-huh.” She wets her lips. My balls ache. We still have our jackets on, for Christ’s sake. Why is that so hot, that she couldn’t even wait?

“We should—” She strokes me again. Oh, fuck. “—go upstairs.”

“No.” Another long stroke. Heat wraps around the base of my spine and through my nose, I suck in a deep breath. “I want to do this right here.”

She opens her mouth, holding my gaze, and stops. My chest rises and falls fast as I stare down at her.

“Remind me how this part goes again,” she whispers, her eyes sparkling.

“What?” My thoughts slip and slur. I can’t think straight with her holding me, with her breath skating over my length.

“I forget the next part.”

She holds my gaze, parts her lips, and waits. Blood pounds in my ears, and it hits me.

She wants me to take the lead. She likes it, and she knows I like it. She trusts me. She wants this.

Holding her pretty gaze, I thread my fingers into her hair, firm but gentle, and feed my cock between Georgia’s perfect lips.