A Good Girl
EASTON
The parking garage is loud.
Half the team is on the ramp between the players’ entrance and the row of cars, boots on concrete, voices bouncing off the ceiling,
Wyatt already three drinks into whatever he had in the locker room and yelling at anyone who will listen about the top-shelf goal.
Kai is by his truck on a call.
Theo is on his phone with the babysitter, setting up a drop-off for the night, while Quinn will be out with the team to celebrate the win.
It’s exactly the kind of scene it always is after a win.
“Easton,” Wyatt swings around a concrete pillar with a beer he found somewhere. “Merchant’s. Fifteen minutes. Kai booked out the whole back. You know how it is. You coming with your girl?” He winks at Riley, whose hand is in mine, and she’s quietly watching the scene.
I shake my head without giving it a thought.
“Nah… not tonight, man.”
“Come on.”
My hand tightens on Riley, and I pull her close.
“I need some sleep and time with my woman.” I kiss her hair.
“Aw man, you’re getting old and boring, but can’t say I’m mad, if it’s for Riley. But at least bring her this one time. Let’s introduce her to team traditions. What you say, ma’am?” He looks at Riley.
“I mean… I wouldn’t mind,” Riley says, lighting up.
“Yeah?”
She nods.
“See… the lady knows what's up. Come on, boy.”
I look at her.
I look at Wyatt.
I lean down and kiss her, quick, closed-mouthed, the corner of her lip.
“I would rather be in bed with you,” I tell her, in a voice I make sure Wyatt can hear. Then I wink at her. “For the cameras.”
Wyatt makes a noise of pure betrayal.
“For the cameras?” Wyatt asks, putting on a shocked expression. “I’m watching a man crumble in real time.”
“Get lost.”
“So… is that a yes?” Wyatt taunts.
“Come on, you deserve to celebrate the win. We deserve to celebrate it.” Riley says, and I’m sold on it.
“We’ll meet you there.”
“Awesome! I could kiss…” Wyatt starts saying, but the frown on my face stops him. “Oops, forget I said that. But love that you’ve got our boy in check. See you.”
And just like that, he’s gone.
“You really want to be in a noisy bar? Didn’t peg you for a party animal.” I tease Riley, leading her toward the car.
“Let’s say, I’m a lot of things that you don’t know yet, Mr. Blake,” She winks at me and rounds to the passenger seat, but I can’t take my eyes off her.
I watch every step and see how slender her hips sway in those low-rise jeans, and all I want to do is hook my fingers on the belt loops, pull her against me, and kiss her senseless right there. The audience be fucked.
I get into the car after her, and minutes later, we’re tailing the other guys.
The bar is warm and loud with the music up, jackets off, and drinks flowing. Just the team, which is the whole point.
Riley fits in immediately, which should not surprise me, and does anyway.
She’s at one of the barstools with Quinn, and she has a drink in her hand that is mostly ice now. She's laughing at something Wyatt said, which means Wyatt has been talking to her for too long and I should probably intervene before he says something I have to apologize for later.
But I stay where I am. Across the room, in a private booth, watching.
He seems to be on good behavior around her.
I drink my club soda. I watch her.
She gets another drink. Then another.
I clock the shift somewhere between the second and third, the way her shoulders drop a little further, the way her laugh gets looser, the way she stops tucking her hair behind her ear and just lets it fall.
The careful version of Riley Brooks has gone offline for the night.
And when the music gets louder, and Wyatt leans more into Quinn, basically whispering in her ear, Riley glances across the room until our eyes meet.
A smile stretches her lips, and her eyes crinkle in the cutest way.
I can’t stop staring. I watch her down the rest of her drink, and from the dim lights, I see a drop slide down from the sides of her lips, down her neck, down her chest, into the low-neck top that’s hugging her chest like a second skin, and I can’t look away.
Slowly, she climbs off her stool with wobbly legs and starts heading for me.
All I see are her swaying hips. Sometime between stepping into the bar and settling for drinks, she’s taken off the leather jacket, and it’s now resting on the arm of my chair.
“You’ve got it bad, man,” Kai, sitting beside me, taps my shoulder, breaking the trance.
I glance at him, and he rises to his feet. He walks off without another word.
When I look forward again, Riley is there, in my line of vision, and the bar fades.
“Hi…” She drawls, settling into my legs with arms around my shoulders.
Exactly where she belongs.
“Are you having fun?”
“Mm… but it could be better.”
She grins. Her hands slide down to my chest, and then back to my shoulders. “You’re very tall.”
“I’m aware.”
She leans in and whispers in my ear, “And you keep looking at me.”
“Because I can’t look away, baby.”
She laughs, and it's a loose warm laugh.
She presses her body against me and I put my arm around her waist. She tips her face up and kisses me.
I let it run for three seconds. Four. Her hands are in my hair and she tastes like whatever she has been drinking, something sweet, and the bar is loud around us but the noise has gone distant and irrelevant.
I pull back.
She chases me half an inch, eyes still closed.
“Riley… sweetheart.”
“Mm...”
“Time to go home.”
She opens her eyes. “We just got here.”
“You’re kissing me in a bar full of people, sweetheart. And you’re not going to like it tomorrow.”
She glances sideways. She looks back at me. A small smile.
“They can watch.”
She kisses me again, going deeper this time, and I can’t resist.
Christ.
I need to take her home now.
“Come on, baby. I’ll give you whatever you want when we get home.”
“Promise?”
“I’m all yours till whenever,” I whisper against her lips and that seems to work. She finally pulls away.
I help her to her feet.
We say the necessary goodbyes, which Wyatt makes unnecessarily theatrical.
I get her jacket and hold it out for her. She slides her arms in, and I hold her hand to lead her out.
I get her to the car. I hold the passenger door, and she gets in, and I walk around to the driver’s side and get in. Before I have the key in the ignition, she's already unbuckling her seatbelt and sliding across the console.
“Riley.”
“Just a little, please…” she says against my jaw.
“Baby…”
Her mouth finds mine. Her hands are at my collar, pulling, and she swings one leg over and I have both hands on her waist, which is the wrong strategy because it gives her something to brace against, and she uses it.
“Baby.” I pull back. “Hey.”
She looks at me. Her hair is in her face. Her mouth is red.
I'm going to need a minute.
“Let me get us home,” I say. “Be a good girl. Can you do that for me?”
She holds my gaze. Something clears in her eyes, not much, just enough.
“Fine,” she says. But she doesn't go back to her seat. She sits sideways in the passenger seat with her feet in my lap and her hand on my thigh for the entire drive, which she knows isn't easier, and which I don't complain about.
I get her through the front door.
She makes it in by three steps, and I grab her hand and yank her against the door as soon as it clicks shut. I don’t give her time to recover.
I kiss her. Hard.
She whimpers, clawing at my chest, hands everywhere, lips on mine, and her teeth sinking into them.
She’s gone feral.
I stop and turn her around until she’s pressed to the door, back deliciously arched, and hips firmly resting against mine. I wrap her hair in my hand and lightly tug while leaning until my lips are pressed to her ear.
“Is this what you want? To get fucked hard?”
“Yes, please…”
“And you didn’t care if they saw? You wanted it so desperately that you wanted to show everyone what’s mine?”
She doesn’t answer, but I don’t wait for one.
I step back, make quick work of her jeans, and snap off her panties, until she’s bare from the waist down.
“Tell me, Riley… is this what you want? To show everyone how badly you want it?”
My hand lands on her ass cheeks, and she jolts forward in shock, but a needy whimper falls from her lips, reverberating around us.
My free hand wraps around her waist and slides between her legs to find her drenched. I deliver another sharp slap to her clit and she squeals.
“Tell me what you want, baby. All of it.” I start rubbing her clit and lean in to kiss her neck. I lick a trail to her ear and lightly bite the lobe.
She trembles, her juice soaking my fingers.
“Come on, be a good girl and tell me what you want. Every little dirty fantasy in this pretty head. I promised you I’ll give you whatever you want, didn’t I?”
“Mmm…”
I slap her clit again, and her body convulses, her orgasm ripping through her.
“Use your words, sweetheart.”
I don’t wait for her to completely ride the waves. I fall to my knees behind her, spread her legs wide apart, and her ass cheeks until I see her glistening pussy, pulsing and begging for attention. I take a long lick.
She trembles.
Her hand finds my hair and she tugs hard, but the pain doesn’t stop me.
“Fuck, baby. You taste so good. I could eat you all day.”
I take my time, savoring the taste of her. Licking and sucking her tender flesh, until she’s a whimpering mess. And by the time I line my leaking cock to her entrance, she’s too far gone to resist.
But I suddenly realize the madness I’m about to engage in.
No condom.
I instantly pull away, but she grabs my hand before I can move far.
“D-don’t…”
“Condom is upstairs—”
“N-no. Want all of you. I’m clean. On the pills. It’s safe.”
She looks at me with pleading eyes, and I feel my knees weaken.
“Please…”
“Baby…”
“We didn’t use any the last time in the bathroom.”
The realization dawns on me.
“Fuck…” I heave a sigh. “I’m clean, I promise. I get tested regularly, and I haven’t… haven’t been with anyone in six months before you…”
“Please… need all of you.”
I can’t say no to that. Not when she’s looking at me with dilated pupils, and that lustful haze that’s driving me crazy.
This woman is dragging me to the depths of hell, and I’m letting her. She has all of me now.
Whatever she wants.
She pulls me close, and I kiss her fiercely.
My cock lines against her entrance, and I fill her in one smooth thrust.
“Oh fuck… y-yes…” Her body trembles, but I don’t relent.
I slam into her, angling my hips to hit that sweet spot that drives her crazy.
It doesn’t take long. Her body begins trembling, and I wrap my hand around her waist to keep her up, while I fuck her against the rattling door.
“Oh God… Easton… I’m… I’m coming—”
Hearing the words from her lips drives me to the edge, and our climax crashes into us.
I hold her close, allowing the wave to roll over us, until we gently slump to the floor. Still, I don’t let her go.
I don’t know how long it takes, but by the time I take her to the bathroom to clean up, she’s half asleep.
I clean us both under the warm shower, and carry her to bed. She curls into me and is asleep before I have finished pulling the blanket up.
I’m about to join her, but my phone lights up on the nightstand.
Against my better judgment, I look at it.
Maya.
I read the preview.
Cute point at the game. She looked pretty on TV. I hope she stays after she finds out what a freak you are, alongside the rest of the world.
I don't answer.
I lock the phone. I set it face down. I look at the ceiling.
Soon, I’ll need to set up a meeting with her. Something to keep her in check until everything falls into place and I can come out with the truth.
Diane’s last words revolve around my head.
No more scandals. Not now.