Chapter 7
Beck
Call me a snoop.
I was okay with that.
I’d been called plenty of other things in my twenty-seven years of being on this planet from a dominator to a stud muffin, a menace to a nerd. Why not add snoop into the mix?
Why was I snooping around Sloane’s hotel suite? Because she’d left me all alone in a huge king-size bed sometime that morning.
And I hadn’t given her permission.
The thought fueled the bad boy inside while I noticed a pamphlet she’d left on the dresser. Hmmm… A massage. That’s right. The hotel had a spa. When I turned the brochure over, I noticed a handwritten time.
I checked my phone, pumping my fist as soon as I did. “Yes.”
With any luck, I had just enough time to crash her private event. Wasn’t a couple’s massage more fun anyway? I had a couple of hours before the team had to leave for the airport. Why not indulge my wolf one last time?
The night before had been… spectacular. Including being serenaded by some local wildlife. Even after a couple of hot rounds of sex, my cock continued to ache. With pep in my step, I headed to the lobby, immediately noticing the coach. Oops.
Explaining to him what I was doing wasn’t on my to-do list. Especially since I’d never hear the end of it if he learned who I’d spent the night with. You bet we had a basic morals clause in our contract, which eliminated fornicating with anyone from any current news teams.
I grabbed a complimentary morning copy of USA Today, hiding behind it as I stayed close to the wall. At least first thing in the morning the coach was more than a little bit disheveled, even chanting the word ‘coffee’ over and over again.
I made it to the corridor without being seen, heading in through the spa’s double glass doors with a huge smile on my face. As soon as the girl behind the desk saw me, her eyes lit up.
“Oh. Oh. You’re that hockey player. Right?”
“Why, yes, I am.” Where had that voice come from? Deep and as if I was the voice behind movie trailers.
“Mr. Kendrick, you are the best. My favorite player of all time.” The girl fanned her face.
“You’re very kind.”
“What can I do for you?”
I leaned over the counter, offering my sexiest smile. “Well, I believe you have a woman currently getting a massage. That’s my… friend. I’d like to surprise her. Would you mind telling me which room she’s in?”
“Let me see.” Her fingers flew as she checked on the computer. “She’s in room A fifteen. You’re in luck. It’s a couple’s room. The single rooms were all booked.”
“Perfect.” A real surprise. “You’re a doll. Thank you very much.”
As soon as I started to walk away, she became frantic, searching for some paper. “Wolfman. Would you mind giving me your autograph?”
Wolfman.
Nothing cut into a man’s psyche like being recognized as your brother, the real star of the Hellions. “Why not.” What the heck? I’d make her day. If there was one certainty about the trip, it was that Ford would never consider getting a massage from anyone but his fiancée.
She’d cut his dick off otherwise.
With the deed done, I searched the hallways until I found the room. As quietly as possible, I opened the door to find her all alone lying on a table with a sheet draped over her.
There was soft music playing in the background, the dim lighting creating the perfect relaxing atmosphere. As luck would have it, Sloane’s head was turned in the opposite direction.
I snuck in, ensuring she didn’t hear a thing when I closed the door behind me.
As I approached, I noticed oils already laid out. Why not? With a good amount of oil on my hands, I approached the table. As soon as I placed my palms on her shoulders she jumped, but she didn’t look to find out who was touching her.
Now I was grinning like a kid who’d just eaten an entire box of Oreos.
“Oh, I didn’t hear you come in. Mmm… That feels good.”
“Anywhere in particular?” My attempt at disguising my voice sucked. I sounded like a harp seal who’d just sucked in some helium, but she didn’t seem to pay any attention.
“Oh, everywhere. I’m full of kinks.”
“After last night?” My hands immediately stopped moving. Didn’t women usually feel relaxed after sex? Oops. Hopefully she hadn’t noticed my mistake.
“Let’s just say I was preoccupied with a rough and tumble giant.”
Hmm. Alright. I’d take that. “Sounds interesting.”
“Oh, it was.”
I continued rubbing, taking my time on her shoulders while she moaned, the sound even more evocative than I’d heard the night before.
“That feel good?”
“Yes,” she purred. “So much better than his touch last night.”
What? I pulled my hands away. She had to be kidding me.
“There had to be something about him that made your time worthwhile.”
“Nope. Not a thing. There’s nothing like taunting an arrogant asshole who thinks he’s something special.”
The door opened behind us, just as she turned her head, leaning up on one arm.
“Sir, what are you doing in here?” The voice of the employee was drowned out by the frothing I was doing at the mouth.
Sloane pointed her finger at me. “Gotcha. Maybe that will teach you not to sneak up on a person.”
“You are one…”
“Careful, I’m not finished with my article.”
I nodded in surrender while I tipped my head toward the employee. “This was supposed to be a couple’s massage with my wife.”
As soon as I turned the tables, she frowned. I did adore when she tried to pierce holes in me with her eyes.
“Oh,” the young man said. “I’m certain we can arrange that. Why don’t you go ahead and get undressed and I’ll see if I can obtain another massage artist.”
Her stare continued until he left. “What are you doing?”
“I could ask you the same thing. Apparently, I’m good with my hands.” I held my hands into the air, flicking my fingers. “At least that’s what my coach tells me.”
“You are…”
“Yes? One hot man in bed.”
Seeing her blush was far too adorable. I backed away, immediately stripping off my clothes.
“There is a changing room across the hall,” she told me.
“You should know I don’t play by normal rules. Sounds like someone I know.”
“Can I quote you on that?”
“Why not? If you’d like to tell the world about our act of fornication, then I’m in.” When I was naked, I enjoyed her appreciative view before I got onto the table.
“You are incorrigible.”
I winked in response.
“You better cover up.”
“You don’t want anyone to see this hot bod?”
She rolled her eyes before making herself comfortable once again. “Don’t flatter yourself, buddy.”
“Now it’s buddy. What happened to being your husband? Or Big Dog?”
“We’re divorced. Remember? I’ll need that first settlement payment.” As always, her laugh was beautiful, but there was something entirely different about the sound this morning. I couldn’t quite put my finger on why, but my body immediately tensed from another wave of desire.
Holy cow. My cock was rock hard all over again. From her laugh. Thank God, I made it facedown onto the table just a split second before the door opened and two people walked in.
“Mr. and Mrs. Kendrick. A pleasure to serve you.” The voice was happy go lucky, eager to please us. I smiled when seeing the young woman’s face.
The way she looked at me with her lips pursed indicated she hadn’t expected me to be recognized.
Oh, well. As the girl started to work on me, the young, buff, and way too handsome blond guy instantly pulled down Sloane’s sheet, exposing the soft curve of her breast, I almost jumped off the table from a raging sense of possessiveness.
“Not like this.” Whoa. Where in the hell had that voice come from? That was my father’s deep voice when as a kid, he’d caught me trying to sneak out at night once.
“What do you mean?” Sloane asked.
“We’re switching therapists. Guy on guy. Girl on girl.”
The twinkle in Sloane’s eyes made my balls ache. “Sounds kinky.”
Whether or not the switch was allowed, I didn’t give a shit. The two employees did as they were told.
Soon, we were settling in, but I couldn’t relax. Not with a hard boner driving me crazy.
I squirmed on the table. He continued to manhandle me, which was fine except I needed her hands touching me, caressing me.
Holding me.
For crying out loud. What in the hell was wrong with me?
“I need to get additional oil,” the girl said to the guy.
“And I need to get more towels,” the young man added. Why did I have the feeling he was none too thrilled with being left alone with Sloane and me?
As they headed to the door, Sloane turned her head in my direction, fighting laughter. “You don’t look very happy.”
“I’m not. I have my reasons.”
The door was opened and I recognized a voice from down the hall. “Is there any chance Beck Kendrick is here in one of your rooms?”
“Shit,” I hissed, keeping my voice down.
“What’s wrong?” Sloane was also whispering.
“That’s the coach,” I told her and as soon as I did, she jerked up.
“I can’t be seen with you.” She struggled to grab the sheet, but when she flew off the table, she tripped, slamming into the edge of mine.
The crash could be heard a mile away.
While she gasped from what had to be pain, a fit of laughter bubbled to the surface. In turn, I started laughing as well.
“No, sir, but Ford Kendrick is. That’s his laughter.” The receptionist was proud of herself. I could hear her answer even over the laughter.
But my companion didn’t, as her hearing wasn’t nearly as keen. She had no idea our little affair was about to be exposed.
“Go hide,” I told her.
“No, that’s definitely Beck Kendrick,” the coach said, obviously hearing my laughter. “What room is he in?”
Sloane managed to snag the sheet, gathering it around her luscious body.
But not before I was provided with a glimpse that had the same effect as the night before. I was in pure agony, hungering to drive my cock deep inside her tight little pussy.
Her laughter continued until she hid behind a thick set of drapes covering the window. This was more fun than when I’d been a kid hiding from my parents.
Thankfully, she was suddenly quiet as a church mouse when the coach stepped in.
“There you are,” Coach Griffen said. “I didn’t take you as a spa guy.”