Triple Power Play (Obsessed Players Club #1)

8. Aurora

EIGHT

AURORA

The soulful sounds of the cover band fill the room, and I melt into Ethan’s protective arms, almost forgetting this is a job. He stood up for me. No one besides my best friend, Emily, has ever defended me against LA’s hockey icon. His teammates have all witnessed his emotional abuse, yet not once did they intervene.

It’s nice to have someone to open up to. Apart from Emily, who can’t stand Jackson, I have nobody to talk to. I used to be close with my grandmother, but she’s in no condition to burden with my problems. Most days, the weight of the world is on my shoulders.

My ex hasn’t changed. He’s still a mess, still drinking. I never meant enough for him to quit or seek help. So why does he suddenly give a shit? Why tonight? Because he saw me with someone else?

I was nothing more than a shiny trophy to a hockey star struggling to hide his secrets. I’m supposed to be a shiny trophy for Ethan as his paid companion for the night. Yet, ironically, I feel a greater sense of care from him than I did from Jackson, at least after the first year.

If Jackson hasn’t changed by now, he never will. It’s over. It’ll never happen again. I’ll never let anyone walk all over me. I’ll forge my own path, even if it means faking smiles for wealthy men.

Tonight, no faking is required.

“I wish I could kiss you. Then maybe your ex would stop staring.” That deep voice sends a shiver down my spine.

I turn my head to find Ethan’s face close to mine. The spotlight is on the band, but there’s enough light to reveal his handsome features.

His eyes drop to my mouth, and he licks his bottom lip.

My mind goes straight to kissing him, and I can think of nothing else. “Why can’t you?”

“Married, remember?”

Reality and disappointment wash over me. “Oh, right.”

His muscular arms wrap around me, drawing me further into his chest. “I’m glad Jackson made you forget I was married, at least.” There’s no mistaking the bitterness in his tone.

“ He didn’t.”

His brows furrow. “What did?”

“You.” My eyes plead for him to kiss me. Anything.

“Me? Why me?”

He runs his fingers over my bare thigh, his touch the first I’ve had in months.

I take in Ethan’s confused expression. His wife is foolish for letting him go. He’s gorgeous—rough around the edges but gorgeous, no less.

My mind dives further into the gutter, and I wonder if that roughness extends to the bedroom. “You truly don’t know? Is it wrong for me to tell you? Since I can’t show you.”

“Tell me or show me, as long as no one else sees.” His voice drips with longing, his fingers trailing higher up my thigh.

“I find you incredibly attractive.” My face heats. God, that was lame. I lean into the crook of his neck to whisper, and his masculine scent fuels my bravery. “Thinking about kissing you made me lose my thoughts.”

I go to pull away, and his fingers wrap around my throat. His grip is possessive and claiming, letting me know he’s in control. His hand is massive, nearly enveloping my entire neck.

“I’m pretty sure we’re already crossing the line here, Blackwood.”

“Hmm…fuck the line, then.”

The song ends, and the room goes blissfully dark. Soft lips press to mine, and I suck in a sharp breath.

At first, the kiss is gentle and languid, but once our tongues intertwine, it becomes desperate and greedy. His fingers move to grip my jaw, and he deepens the kiss. He tastes of whiskey and cherries, bold and sweet.

He sinks his teeth into my bottom lip with a guttural groan, sending waves of pleasure through my body.

The next song begins, and the lights illuminate the room.

His eyes search mine, pupils blown with raw desire, his lips red and glistening. “Fuck, I’ve wanted to do that all night,” he says, running his thumb over my cheekbone.

Darkness descends, everything fades away, and his hand on my thigh slides under my skirt. A surge of exhilaration courses through my veins, and my heart thunders. He inches closer to my wet lace panties, and a fiery ache ignites between my legs.

Without thought, my thighs part for him.

“You’re not helping me resist you.” His deep, gravelly voice is heady.

I weave my fingers through his thick hair. “I don’t want you to resist me.”

He traces the edge of my panties, teasingly slow. “You want this?”

I bite my bottom lip and nod, unable to speak, his touch alighting every nerve in my body.

He presses his thumb to my clit through the thin fabric. “Words, baby.”

“Yes.” I grind my ass against his bulging erection.

“Fuck.” He slips inside my panties and runs a finger through my arousal. “You’re soaked for me.”

I release a needy whimper, and he abruptly withdraws, leaving me dumbfounded.

“We need to go, baby girl, before I fuck you right here, and I doubt your ex would appreciate that.”

After adjusting himself, he fixes his clothes and bangs out a quick text. Then, I’m in his powerful arms, and he carries me out of our booth, setting me on my feet. He nearly drags me through the room, my five-inch heels clicking a rapid rhythm on the hardwood.

Ethan opens the back door before the chauffeur can even round the front of the limo, and I scramble inside.

He tells the driver to “take a long route,” and the door closes behind him.

The privacy glass rises and the music turns up, drowning out the noise of the moving vehicle. It’s a pop song, one of my favorites, but all my attention is on the formidable man before me.

After flinging his jacket, he guides me onto his lap, positioning me to straddle him. “Can I take this off?”

I nod, and he lifts my dress over my head with surprising tenderness for a man his size.

“Fuck, you’re stunning.” He pauses to admire my body, as if I’m the hottest thing he has ever seen. “Goddamn perfection. I want you so fucking bad.” He flexes his hips to drive the point home.

Butterflies erupt in my stomach. I reach behind me and unsnap my bra, tossing it aside. My breasts aren’t huge by any means. They’re adequate for modeling, and no one has ever complained. But the way Ethan stares at me, you’d think I was a Playboy centerfold. I’ve never felt as confident or desired. And his size—he makes me feel tiny and safe.

He palms both breasts with his massive hands and takes my nipple into his mouth like he can’t wait another second. He sucks and bites each one until I’m tugging at his hair and grinding against him.

“Ethan,” I whimper. Jesus, give it to me.

He releases my nipple, grazing his teeth, and desire erupts low in my belly.

“Panties.” His tone is commanding, leaving no room for hesitation.

I crouch, slip my panties off, and kick them free while he deals with his pants and puts on a condom.

There’s something about sex with a man who’s desperate and fully clothed, especially when he’s wearing a suit.

Ethan grasps my hips, settling me onto his lap. I take his thick shaft in one hand and cup his nape with the other. I position myself over him and ease down his impressive length. Even though I’m wet from him teasing me, it’s still a stretch, and we both groan at the pleasure of him filling me.

He clutches my ass and slams into me. “So fucking tight.” My breasts bounce and draw his hungry gaze. He growls, actually growls, and does it again, plunging deeper. “Fuck, you take me so well.”

I swear, he’s rearranging my organs—in the best of ways. I grip his nape, nails digging into his skin, and bite my lip in an attempt to remain quiet.

He’s incredible, every pleasurable inch of him.

Feral, intense eyes find mine. “I don’t care if the entire city hears you. I wanna hear you scream for me.”

To make sure I understand, he pinches my nipple—hard. My neck arches, and my head drops back. Whimpers become sharp cries when he angles his hips, reaching impossibly deep.

A stinging slap on my ass breaks me from the pleasure-pain haze.

“Ride me, baby.” His voice is full of gravel and winded from the rough fuck he has been giving.

I place my hands on his thighs behind me and spread my knees wider, working his shaft. Callused palms caress from my waist to my breasts and back, eliciting a shiver down my spine.

His penetrating gaze fixates on our intertwined bodies, and he watches as his thick cock fucks and stretches my bare pussy. “You’re too fucking hot.” His fingertips press into my hips, taking claim and leaving his mark. “You feel like heaven and look like sin.”

His words are maddening, and his touch drives me to the edge. His mouth and hands are everywhere, dominating and firm. He wraps my ponytail around his fist, biting my neck. Collarbone. Nipples.

Not letting me take control for long, he clutches my ass, rutting into me, harder and harder.

I’m drunk off him, a mindless fuck doll for this man, and I love every second.

“Ethan,” I plead. “Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”

He circles my clit with his thumb faster and faster. “You keep begging, and I won’t last much longer.”

My legs tremble, barely holding me up.

He shifts from passionately rough to Dom . He grips my neck and yanks me to his chest. His thrusts are deliberate, controlled, deep.

I fist his hair and ride out the storm, whimpering and moaning.

“Come on my cock, baby girl. Give it to me.”

My eyes fall shut, and my forehead drops to his shoulder. He pounds relentlessly, and I explode around him, screaming in pleasure. My pussy clenches, and ecstasy shoots through my veins.

He hisses as he draws air through his teeth. “So fucking tight and wet.” His arms encircle me possessively, and his thrusts become erratic. He slams into me one last time with a rumbling “Fuck!” and his thick cock jerks deep inside me, prolonging my orgasm.

I return to reality with his hand cupping the back of my head, his fingers intertwined in my hair and his lips on mine. Dominant, yet gentle.