57. Aarya #2
“When I win...” I pause until I think of something. “I want the money you’d spend taking me on said date.”
“Really?”
I hike a shoulder. “Not everyone makes hockey player money, Big Man. It’d be nice to have a little extra cash on hand.”
“Okay.” He sticks out his hand between us. “You have a deal.”
I place my hand in his, and give it a firm shake. “Game on, Pound Cake.”
Alexander presses the power button to turn on the table lights and air. The plastic puck rattles against the table as we take our respective sides.
I slam the puck to the right, and it ricochets off the wall at lightning speed before sinking into Alexander’s goal.
His eyes widen as the digital number changes from zero to one in my favor. “Why do I feel like I just got hustled?”
I grin. “One, nothing.”
His eyebrows pull together, all humor wiped from his features as he crouches down and sends the puck sailing back to my side. I block it, but he sends it right back and into my goal.
“Tied up,” he says.
“Not the kind of tied up I was hoping for tonight.”
He chuckles. “You won’t be able to distract me. I’m laser focused when it comes to this game.”
I lean over the table, and his eyes immediately drop to my overflowing cleavage. “You sure about that, Carrot Cake?”
His Adam’s apple bobs before he clears his throat. “Just hit the damn puck.”
“A date sounds so boring, you know?” I knock the puck across the table. “Two people sitting across the table from each other, rattling off random facts about yourself like you’re reading from a resume. I can think of a way to have much more fun.”
“It sounds like you haven’t been taken on a proper date.” He hits the puck back to me. “And I can’t figure out for the life of me why a fierce woman like you would let a man get away with anything less.”
His words pierce my armor, tugging at something deep inside me.
I’ve never had faith in finding love. I learned at a very young age that men will only disappoint you.
I shake my head and block Alexander’s next several attempts. “I’m not into any of that fluffy romance shit.”
“How do you know you don’t like it if you’ve never experienced it?”
The green puck slides into my poorly blocked goal.
Fuck. Two to one.
I slam the puck harder this time, and Alexander’s eyes follow it as it bounces off the surrounding walls.
I need to regain control here. “I was thinking about you, you know. Right before my vibrator died.”
His dark eyes fly up to mine.
The plastic disc sails right into his goal, and I smile. “Don’t you know how rude it is to get a girl all worked up just to leave her hanging like that?”
His jaw clenches as he sets the disk on the table and slides it over to my side. “I didn’t mean to do that.”
“No? You didn’t think putting your hands on my body, squeezing my ass, rubbing me against your cock would have an effect on me?”
I score another goal.
Three to two.
I block his next shot, and keep going. “I imagined the way your tongue would feel between my thighs. Something tells me you’re an expert at making a woman come. Am I wrong, Big Man?”
“I’ve never had any complaints.”
“No, I bet you haven’t. I bet you’ve got the size too, don’t you? I thought about how big you must be. The way you’d feel inside me. Wondering if I’d be able to take all of you our first time together.”
I sink the punk into his goal again.
Alexander’s cheeks are flushed, and I catch him discreetly adjust his pants before he tosses the puck onto the table.
I’m turning myself on with all this talk, but it’s worth it to see him get flustered.
The puck sails across the table while I push him further. “You like being in control. You’re probably dominant in the bedroom too.”
His eyes narrow as he tries to block me out.
“I’d let you dominate me. I like being choked, spanked, and called a good girl as much as the next person.” I smirk. “But I’d bet my life’s savings that you’d let me dominate you too.”
I sink another goal, and keep going.
“You’d get on your knees for me, and let me boss you around. You’re always so in control, it’d feel good to give in to me, don’t you think?”
Another goal.
He’s barely volleying the puck at this point, his pupils are dilated and glazed over.
I reach across the table to knock the puck onto his side. “I bet you’d be such a good boy for me, Alexander.”
Final goal.
Seven to two.
The table shuts down, our mallets floating to a stop somewhere in the middle. But Alexander’s eyes don’t leave mine, wild and heated. What I wouldn’t give for him to snap. Grab me and have his way with me right here on the air hockey table.
“I didn’t turn you away because I’m not attracted to you.
You know that, don’t you?” Alexander’s chest heaves as he stalks around the corner of the table and steps closer to me.
“I think you know I’d love nothing more than to have you in my bed.
To kiss you. Taste you. To feel you. I’d give you everything you need, and have you begging for more.
And I’d give you more. I’d give it to you until your legs shake and your voice is hoarse from screaming my name, over and over again.
” He stops when he’s in front of me, tipping my chin up so he can speak against my lips.
“Because I’ve thought about you since that night too.
I took myself in my hand to the thought of you on top of me, riding me, owning me, taking every last drop of me. ”
Wetness pools between my thighs, and warm desire coats my insides.
“But I won’t touch you if you aren’t mine, Aarya. If you let me do the things I want to do to you, you won’t be doing them with anyone else. No one but me. And it wouldn’t be for one night.”
I tilt my head, trying to grasp at any semblance of control I have left. “You’re so sure you’d have me coming back for more?”
“I’m certain of it.”
The unwavering verity in his voice has me convinced as well.
But I won’t put myself out there to get rejected by the same man twice.
“Too bad you’re nothing but a tease, Big Man. You talk a big game but you can’t back it up, which is why you now owe me some cash.” I step back from him, walking backward. “You might be the king of the ice, but down here with us mere mortals, you just got schooled.”