Roman (Raleigh Raptors 2)

“That’s something you’ve never requested.” My cock throbbed at the sight of her there, her legs barely open, clothed everywhere but at her hips and thighs.

“Fuck me before someone finds us,” she demanded.

I braced one hand on the door to keep it shut—just in case, and used the other to guide my cock to her entrance. I sank into her in one long thrust, and we both groaned.

“I love you,” I said, my voice harsh as thrust again, hitting her deep.

“I know,” she responded with a smirk, rising enough for me to bend and kiss her.

Pleasure barreled up my spine as I took her hard, moving the desk at one point before I softened my blows—much to her disappointment. Her pussy gripped me tight, and as her body tensed, her muscles fluttering around me, I released her hip and stroked her clit to push her over.

I had to release the door to cover her mouth as she came.

I buried my face in her neck to mute my own cry as she pulled me over with her.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” I said against her jaw as I slid free, already mourning the loss of her heat around me.

“Me?” She challenged in a whisper. “We just had sex with both our families downstairs!”

“Hey, now the kids had already gone outside.” I shrugged.

She shook her head at me, then tugged her jeans back on, doing a little shimmy with her hips that was about to send us into round two if she wasn’t careful.

“Don’t even think about it,” she warned.

I grinned and tugged her in for another kiss. Then I opened the door slowly and made sure the coast was clear so we could race to the bathroom and clean up.

Several minutes later, we walked down the stairs, hand-in-hand. Our families filled both the living and dining rooms, and everyone looked at us with raised eyebrows and open mouths.

“We were having pie,” Teagan said lamely.

Shit, our plates of uneaten pie were still sitting on my desk.

“Oh, is that what we’re calling it these days?” My abuela responded, lifting an eyebrow from her corner seat. Guess she’d gotten here from Aunt Cora’s just in time. Great.

I glanced up at the ceiling only to mentally curse. The desk had been right above their heads. There was zero chance in hell I was even going to look at her dad. Nope.

Teagan turned ten shades of red.

Well, there was only one way to ease the tension in here. I lifted Teagan’s left hand. “Guess who’s getting married?”

The room erupted into a chorus of cheers.

16

Teagan

Roman: Gonna be a minute. Coach wants to talk to Nixon and me.

Me: No worries. I’ll wait.

I pocketed my phone and sashayed into the lady’s room down the hallway. The sounds of the stadium still echoed in the halls, people celebrating and cheering over the Raptors’ win. Roman had played like a beast again, but it was the efforts of the whole team that had earned us the win in the end.

I quickly washed my hands, unable to stop the grin spreading across my face as I gripped the ring on my left hand. Our families had lost their minds when we told them at Thanksgiving—which was wonderful considering I was one-hundred percent certain they heard our quick sex-sesh right before the announcement. Just thinking about it had me blushing and blissing-out all at the same time.

I happily sighed, then reached for a paper towel, my hand slamming into a wide hard something that was most certainly not a towel dispenser.

“Hello, Teagan.” Rick’s voice filled the small bathroom, and my blood froze. He gripped my wrist, yanking my back against his chest, and clamped his hand over my mouth. I glared at his reflection in the mirror, hating how small and helpless I looked against his massive frame.

“Don’t scream,” he said in the tone that left no room for argument. Ice-cold panic clawed up my spine, emptying my head of every logical thought.

Luckily, my body had a new muscle memory to it—thanks to Drew and over a dozen private classes with him. Once I had a second to assess the situation, I snapped.

I dug my fingers into the wrist over my face, tugging and rotating it as I spun away from his body, quickly slipping his hold.

He grunted, his eyes flaring as I jerked harder on that wrist.

“Stop!” He snapped and used all his strength to free himself from my grasp. “Fuck, Teagan, that’s my catching wrist.”

I backed toward the exit, my palms raised, my feet in the defensive position. “You forfeit the right of protection when you put your hands on my body.”

He cocked a brow at me, rubbing his wrist before he scanned my body—

And laughed.

The sound swirled acid in my stomach, but I didn’t drop my palms.

Drew had prepared me for situations like this—somehow, we both knew Rick would try to get to me physically at some point. I just hadn’t thought it’d be in the fucking lady’s room while waiting on Roman to get out of the locker room.