Brogan (Carolina Reapers 9)

Maxim glanced behind her and then to both sides, his brow wrinkling. “Where’s Evie?”

Mia raised her dark brows and looked pointedly at Fiona and me. “How do you think these two got out of the house tonight?” She blew Maxim a sarcastic kiss and took off for the bar.

“Evie’s at your house?” Maxim asked.

I nodded. “She’s babysitting.”

His shoulders relaxed a little. “Good. Then at least I only have to watch one asshole’s hands tonight.” He titled his head and glared toward the bar. “Did he really just put his hand on my sister’s ass?”

“Looked more like her lower back to me,” Fiona interrupted.

“What has you in such a foul mood?” I asked, sipping at my tea and nodding as a couple of our teammates walked by with their wives. “The night is young, you’re an NHL star, there’s a bevy of beautiful women just hoping you might actually call them back, and our record is so fucking solid that ESPN is saying—”

“NO!”

“Stop!”

Both Sterling and Maxim’s eyes flew wide.

“Don’t hex us,” Sterling muttered.

“Our record is going to turn to shit if those guys can’t take it seriously. We have to fly out tomorrow and they’re over there drinking like it’s a fucking frat party.” He motioned towards the rookies.

“Oh, to be young and not suffer horrid hangovers,” London joked.

“We’ll be fine. Stop stressing about shit you have no control over.” I pressed in on Fiona’s gown slightly and scraped my nail along the seam of her pussy.

She gasped.

Everyone looked.

“I was just thinking we should dance,” she suggested in a rush. “I love this song.”

I grinned in agreement and followed her to the dance floor, where a rapper was telling the object of his desire to call him when he wanted.

“You can’t do that,” Fiona whispered in my ear as I pulled her close and started to dance.

“Touch you? Funny, but I didn’t hear you saying anything like that this morning.” I gripped her hips and moved her with me for a beat or two before she caught on, rolling her eyes at me as pink stained her cheeks.

“This isn’t—”

I spun her quickly, pulling her ass to my pelvis and putting my mouth to her ear. “I know, I know. But I can’t see you in this dress and not touch you. You’re killing me.”

“I’m completely covered,” she murmured, a smile lifting her lips.

“You look like a fucking goddess, and I can’t wait to peel this dress off you.” I nipped her earlobe and she moved to the music, sliding down my body in a way that had me hard in less time than it took her to work her way back up.

This woman was driving me to madness. I wanted her. I needed her. And I didn’t mean just sexually. I adored everything about her, and it wasn’t just because of Skye. Fiona intrigued me, questioned me, supported me, and honestly…she was too damned good for me. She was a fucking doctor. She should be holding down a therapist job instead of helping me out, and yet she stayed.

Everyone in my life walked out at their earliest convenience, and yet…she stayed.

“Fiona,” I growled as she ground against me, her wings the only barrier that kept me from tilting her head and kissing her senseless. “I can’t think when I’m around you.”

She turned, and I barely avoided getting smacked with said wings. Her arms twined around my neck and her soft breasts pressed against my chest. “Feeling is mutual. I say we stop thinking.”

She brushed her lips over mine.

A groan rumbled in my chest.

Fuck the prying eyes. Fuck the rumors of us dating. Fuck…everything. I wanted her.

Pinning her hips to mine with one hand and cradling the back of her neck with my other, I pulled her into a kiss that devoured us both.

It was teeth and tongue, heat and need as we lost ourselves in the driving beat and each other’s taste. Her tongue twined with mine and I didn’t even give a shit if I was coming out of this with pink lip gloss all over my mouth. It would mark me as hers as surely as this moment was marking her as mine in the eyes of my entire team.

The song changed, and still we kept going, our mouths fused as our bodies moved to the beat, moving against each other with all the intensity of a good fucking with all of our clothes intact.

My hand slid from her hip to the slit in her dress, and I caressed the bare skin of her upper thigh.

She moaned.

“I need you,” I groaned.

“Take me home,” she ordered.

I obeyed.

12

Fiona

Steam billowed around us in the shower, the water hot and slick against our bodies. Brogan gripped my chin, tilting it so I was forced to look up at him.

His eyes were hard, hungry, and saw right down to the center of me. I was speared by the intensity of his gaze, wholly consumed by that look alone. He raked his gaze down my body, holding me captive with just his hands. He wet his lips, his eyes trailing the beads of water that ran down my breasts, over my peaked nipples, and lower.