26. Rook
Chapter twenty-six
Rook
It’s nearly midnight when I finally get her back to Rian’s house. After she opened up about Sloane, we just sat, my arms tucked around her as we watched the water ripple. When her shivering became more frequent, we realized it was probably time to head home.
I pulled my hoodie off as we reached my bike and held it out to her. If she was already shivering, it would only get worse once we took off. I could deal with the cold air, but I wasn’t making her ride across town freezing.
She opened her mouth to complain, but I didn’t let the words out before I pulled the jumper over her head. Enjoying the warmth it brought her, she quickly gave in, slipping her arms through the sleeves and nuzzling in. My hoodie swam on her and I couldn’t help the caveman in me that beat his chest at the sight of her wearing my clothes.
Helmet on, she climbed on, pressing into my back like before, this time with no reminder. Her arms wrap tightly around me and she rests her head against my back, sighing contently. I kick start the bike, and we set off toward Rian’s house.
When we pull up to the massive gates, Othelia reaches over to punch in a code, her hands wrapping back around me as we wait for them to open. I give her hands a quick squeeze before releasing the throttle, enjoying these last few minutes with her draped around me as we pull the rest of the way up the drive.
The front door flies open. Rian races down the front steps to meet us. I cut the engine and the rumble of my bike ceases.
I hold my hand out to support her as she climbs off, undoing the helmet and letting her hair tumble out.
“Tilly, what the fu—” Rian’s words drop off when I step off my bike and lean back against it, slowly removing my gloves. “Wills?” His brows furrow before switching his questioning gaze back to Othelia.
“I ran into Rook while I was at dinner with Clay.”
“Douche Canoe, right?” I ask for clarification. Rian snorts but attempts to school his features back into the protective and pissed brother.
Othelia throws me a quick look, rolling her eyes. “Yes, that would be Douche Canoe.” She continues her explanation, filling Rian in with the events of the evening and ending on the part where I smashed that motherfucker’s face in.
“You did what?” That catches his attention. “As your AC, I’m shocked you would put yourself and your position on the team at risk to beat the shit out of a guy in public.” He steps forward and I straighten, half expecting him to take a swing at me. “As a brother, I want to say thank you for standing up for my little sister.” He pauses as he holds out his hand to shake mine.
Taking it, we shake before he pulls me in to slap me on the back; I return the gesture. Before letting me go, he holds me, whispering in my ear, “You hurt her and I will fuck you up way more than a helmet to the face. Got it.”
Pulling back, I look him dead in the eyes. I hadn’t noticed that he and Othelia had the same shade of gray eyes. “Noted.” I nod and step back. Othelia gives us a strange look, shaking her head.
“It’s a hockey thing.” Rian shrugs, stepping away from me. “See you at morning skate tomorrow.”
“Yep.”
“If Coach says anything, I’ve got your back,” he says and I nod. Turning, he walks back into the house, closing the door with a click behind him
I look back at Othelia, who’s shuffling from side to side and looking around, like we’re teenagers about to get caught making out by her parents and not that we have spent half the night touching each other.
“So,” I say, taking a step toward her. Her body stiffens, but her eyes turn molten as she watches me move closer. “Could I have your number?” I ask, a sly smile crossing my face.
Holding out her hand in a silent response, I take the win as she waits for me to pull my phone out, feigning disinterest. Unlocking it, I hand it over to her and she quickly types it in. She hands it back to me and I slide it away, all the while not taking my eyes off her.
“Thank you for tonight. Clay…” She pauses as she searches for the right word.
“Douche Canoe?”
“Yes, Douche Canoe , was way out of line tonight. Thank you for stepping in and saving me. This night turned out so much better than I expected.” She huffs like she’s nervous at what my response will be to her confession.
My smirk widens as I step closer to her, tension radiating off us both. She tilts her head in response, bringing our lips all but a breath apart. “I’ll just take off your hoodie.” The sultry tone of her voice and brain wanting to watch her take off more than just my hoodie has the constant semi I’ve had all night snap to attention.
“Keep it,” is all I say as I slip my hand behind her neck. Her back arches, chest pressing into me and my lips crash to hers, pouring all of my need and want into this kiss, praying it won’t be our last.
Her mouth opens, welcoming my tongue as we collide in the middle of her brother’s driveway. Her body presses more into mine as her hands drift to my chest and grip my shirt. If I don’t stop now, I won’t be able to until I have her pussy pulsing on my cock and screaming my name.
Releasing the kiss, my hand remains locked on the back of her neck. I rest my forehead against hers, eyes shut, breath heaving.
“Goodnight, Rockstar.” I breathe her in one last time before I let her go.