Seduced by the Game (67 page)

He led her
over to the bed, never breaking contact. “I’m going to take the rest of these
barriers off of you now. First this…” He slowly removed her bra, kissing each
nipple, pleased as they hardened under his lips. “Then these.”

He took more
time removing her panties. Using his teeth, he gently scraped her skin on the
way down and kissed his way up, pausing at her thighs. “Open for me, Kel.”

She spread her
legs just a fraction of an inch.

“Don’t tease
me. Open for me. I want to taste you.” He looked up and saw the heat in her
eyes. She scooted up on the bed and opened herself up to him as he’d asked.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful. Incredible.”

Kelly’s legs
closed just a bit as Keith continued to stare at her, but he opened her back up
again, using his shoulders as he lay down on the bed between her legs.

He tortured
her for what seemed like an eternity with kisses, licks, and love bites. When
he finally covered her with his mouth, she arched off the bed, calling his
name. Hands fisted in the bedspread, she endured his attentions for almost
another full minute before she flew apart in a spectacular orgasm. “Oh God.
Fuck! Yes. Ah, that’s good.”

When he’d rung
the last of her spasms out of her, he climbed up her body and sat on his heels.
“Condom?”

The stricken
look on her face would have been comical if not for the fact that he thought he
might have to kill himself if he was denied entrance to her body. “I don’t have
any. You don’t have one?”

“No. Fuck!”

“I’m on the
pill.”

“I’m clean.”

They spoke at
the same time.

“Thank God,”
Keith said a millisecond before he entered her in one quick thrust that had
them both clinging to each other. He wanted to be gentle, but she wrapped her legs
around him and pumped her hips up against him. It drove him wild. He was in a
near frenzy, fucking her and she was begging for more.

“Oh, Jesus.
That’s it. Ahh, right there.” He gave her everything he had. Everything she
asked for.

“Christ, Kel.
I’m can’t—I’m going to…” He slammed into her faster and harder until he could
feel her tightening around his cock. “Oh yeah, baby. That’s good.” He couldn’t
hold back any longer and came inside of her with such force, he got dizzy from
it. He kept pumping his hips until he knew she had come too.

They were both
a sweaty mess as they lay there panting for air. “Holy shit, Keith. That was
intense.”

“Yeah. Well,
we know we have chemistry.”

Chapter 8

Keith was
beginning to think he finally had Kelly in a place where they could talk about
dating, when the shit hit the fan.

He was taking
shots at Vlad during warm-ups when he saw her. Phoebe was in the stands, waving
at him.
What the fuck is she doing here?
He was shocked—and not in a
good way. Tansy was with her as well as Vicki. Pretending not to notice her, he
turned back to the guys on the ice.

Late in the
third period, the Ducks tied the game. The Scorpions still had plenty of time
left, with seven minutes on the clock, to tie it up, but Keith was having a
hard time keeping his head in the game.

Phoebe was
laughing with her friends, having a grand old time waving every time she
thought Keith looked her way. He still hadn’t acknowledged her, and honestly
didn’t want to.

He’d never
mentioned her to Kelly, and he could see that was a potential problem. Things
were starting to go well with Kelly; he even thought he was gaining her trust.
He certainly didn’t want Phoebe ruining that.

“Hey, Captain,
you coming?”

The commercial
break was over and he was due out on the ice. “Yeah, right behind you.” He
swung his legs over the boards and took his spot at center ice. He won the
face-off and shot the puck forward to Marcoux. Marcoux swung his stick around
and passed it to Matty Johnson just before he crossed the blue line. Johnson
took it in for a shot as Keith went to the net. Not his usual position, but
Marcoux and Johnson were passing the puck around so Keith went in. Marcoux
slapped it and it rose off the ice about a foot. Keith put his stick out to
deflect it, and it sailed into the goal, pulling them ahead with just two
minutes to go.

At the end of
those two minutes, they were still up a goal and the crowd went wild. They were
on a winning streak with five consecutive wins. It was a good start to the
season.

* * * *

Kelly had
Keith’s keys and told him she’d wait for him by his truck, instead of making
him try to find her. As usual there were a bunch of puck bunnies waiting for
the guys to come out. It was the one downfall of their arena. The only thing
separating the puck bunnies from the players was a barricade that wasn’t much
more than a bike rack.

When Keith saw
her waiting for him, a smile broke across his face meant only for her. But it
quickly died when he heard that familiar voice calling his name. “Keith! Honey,
over here.” She pushed her way past the security guard who grabbed her at the
last second before she reached Keith. “Let me go. He’s my boyfriend!”

Kelly looked
at Keith, stricken.

“Kelly, I can
explain. It’s not what you think.”

“Wow. Those
words have never been uttered by a man before. Thanks a lot, Keith. I really
thought you were different.” Before she embarrassed herself by bursting into
tears, she turned and fled, taking his truck.

“Kelly, wait!”
Realizing he had an audience, he turned around and started walking back to the
arena, but Phoebe stopped him.

“Keith!
Please. Please, can we talk? I flew all the way across the country to see you.”

He knew he
shouldn’t. He
knew
it was a colossally bad idea, but he turned back
around. “I thought you made it pretty clear that you were done with me,
Pheebs.”

“I was wrong.
I love you and I miss you. Nothing’s the same without you.” Tori snorted in the
background, but Phoebe ignored her. “You were right. We can make this work.”

“No, we can’t.
I don’t want to.”

“Look. Honey,
I know I hurt you. I’m so sorry. Can we at least go back to your place and
talk?” She batted her lashes at him. He used to think that was so cute. Now he
found it annoying.

“I don’t think
so.”

“Okay, I
understand. You can’t say I didn’t try. Let me give you a ride home at least.
It’s my fault that girl walked off.”

He wasn’t sure
if he believed her acceptance, but he sighed and gave in anyway. He just wanted
to get home so he could call Kelly. “Fine.”

* * * *

Upon Keith’s
standing orders, the doorman knew to let Kelly up whenever she came by. She had
cooled down on her drive home and admitted to herself that it really may not
have been what it looked like. She could have been an old friend or even an old
girlfriend. What right did she have to judge him before he had a chance to
explain himself? It was just so hard for her to trust men.

* * * *

“Bathroom’s
over there. Be quick.” Keith hated having Phoebe in his home. She had dropped
her friends off at their hotel before taking him back to his place. She had
also talked him into letting her come up to use his bathroom.

While she was
in there, he greeted Daisy, giving her fresh water, food, and a carrot. She
snuffled over to him and rubbed her head against his hand in gratitude. He had
just latched the gate on her cage when he heard a knock at the door.

Relief lit his
face as he saw who was on the other side of the door. He quickly swung it wide
open. “Kelly. Oh, sweetheart, I’m so glad you came over. Come in.” Too late, he
remembered his unwanted guest.

“Baby?” Keith
turned around to see Phoebe standing there in one of his button-down shirts.
And nothing else.

“What the fuck
are you doing? Phoebe, go get dressed and leave. I told you I don’t want you
here. We’re through.” Keith turned back around to do damage control, but Kelly
was long gone. He wanted to follow her, but he realized he didn’t know exactly
where she lived.
Goddammit!
What kind of a guy didn’t know where his
girl lived? True, she hadn’t allowed him to take her on a real date yet, but
still.

He picked up
his phone and sent her a text.

Keith:
Kelly, come back. She’s gone, I swear.

Kelly:
Well, call her back. She can have you.

Keith: I
don’t want her. I want you.

Kelly: Who
is she?

Keith:
She’s the girl I was dating back in Philly. She didn’t want to move out here,
and she walked out on me two months before I came out here.

He stared at
his phone waiting for her response and got nothing.

Keith:
Kelly, where are you?

Keith: I
didn’t know she was coming here!

Keith:
Kelly!

Keith:
Please believe me. Come back. I miss you.

A half an hour
must have gone by while he stood there waiting for his phone to beep before he
finally gave up. He grabbed the bottle of scotch out of the cabinet, and parked
his ass on the couch. After he’d drank a third of it, he didn’t care about
anything.

When another
knock sounded at the door, he assumed it was Phoebe. “Go away, Phoebe. For the
last time, I don’t want you here!” His voice was slurred from the scotch, but
he knew she heard him, even though the knocking got louder and more insistent.

He finally got
up and walked unsteadily to the door, ready to go to battle with his ex. But to
his delight, for the second time that night, it was Kelly who stood on the
other side, and all he could do was smile drunkenly at her. “Aww, you came back
to me.”

“She came
back, Daisy,” he said over his shoulder.

“You’re drunk.
Why?”

“Oh, seemed
like a good idea at the time. Best thing that ever happened to me left, and I
had no idea where she went. The girl I didn’t want here doesn’t want to leave
me alone. You know, that kinda shit.” Keith held the bottle out to her. “Want
some?”

“Sure. Can I
come in?”

“Uh-huh.”
Keith took the bottle back and took another healthy swig. “Stuff’s good, huh?”

“I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“For not
letting you explain. I’m sorry for taking your truck. I’m sorry for leaving
like I did.” Kelly believed everything Keith told her. She wasn’t sure why, but
she knew he was telling her the truth. His texts were almost frantic. She just
knew it in her gut. She decided right then and there that she wouldn’t allow
the assholes in her past to ruin her future.

“Yeah? Really?
Thanks, Kel.” He moved toward her with purpose. It was like predator and prey,
and she had no doubt that she was the prey.

“What…what are
you doing?”

“You. In about
sixty seconds, I’m going to be doing you.” He pointed to the door behind her.
“Right up against that door.”

“But you’re
drunk.”

“Not that
drunk. Take your clothes off. I could have a bit of a problem with buttons and
such, but everything else is working just fine.”

Kelly kind of
liked this side of him. Testing him, she asked, “What if I don’t want to?”

“Don’t want to
what? Have a couple of mind-blowing orgasms? Take your clothes off, Kelly.” He
was already half undressed himself and continued stripping as she watched.
“You’re not moving, sweetheart.” He stumbled slightly stepping out of his
pants, but regained his balance and stalked over to Kelly.

“I believe I
told you twice to take these off, didn’t I? Maybe you don’t like to be told
what to do, huh? Okay. How about this?” He leaned in and touched her lips with
the barest brush of his.

He tasted like
scotch and man—his own special flavor, and she couldn’t get enough. As quickly
as she could, she threw her clothes off. She was already wet for him when he
ran his hand down over her stomach and into the slick folds, running his thumb
over her clit, making her jump.

“That’s what I
like. You’re already wet for me.” He took her lips in a demanding kiss and she
yielded to him instantly, opening her mouth to him. “I’ll make this up to you
later, Kel. I need to fuck you now. Right now.” He picked her up and she
wrapped her legs around him. In two steps he had her up against his door and
had thrust inside of her, making her call out his name.

“You like
that, don’t you sweetheart?” He pulled out slowly and stayed there until she
begged for more. As he moved in and out of her, she made the most erotic
noises. “I’m going to fuck you hard now, Kel. Hard and fast.”

“Fuck, yes! Do
it.”

He put one
hand under her ass and one hand on the door for leverage and pounded into her
over and over until he could barely see, he wanted to come so bad. She raked
her nails down his back in the throes of her orgasm, and he jerked as he came
deep inside of her.