Sweet Collide (Saints of Redville)

by Ava Harrison

With that, I retract my hand, line myself up, and thrust, burying myself to the hilt. Fucking heaven.

“What do you need?” She wiggles her ass, but I don’t enter her yet, needing to edge her a bit more. I swirl my hips, my cock tracing her damp skin. “Please,” she begs. She speaks. A smirk spreads across my face. “You want me to fuck you?”

“Yes.” My dick jumps at the breathy sound. “You want me to use you?” She pushes back, and the tip of my dick slips inside her. “Game on, baby.” Driving my cock into her, I feel her muscles pulse around me. Too fucking good.

“Be a good girl and come for me.” I start to drive my cock in and out of her, eliciting sounds that make me know she’s close. “Oh God,” she moans, and it only incites me. My thrusts are punishing. It’s been too long. Well overdue. And this woman is getting the full force of my drought. Her pussy tightens, and my balls do the same.

Hot water cascades over my body, the steam enveloping me as I stand beneath the showerhead. It does nothing to calm me. Nor does it push down the bile climbing up my throat over what I just did. I lied to him. Well... Nope. There is no other way to spin this. I lied.

His face tight. I remember asking what was wrong… The same thing is happening now. He’s fighting the desire to pick them out, to sort them. But eventually, the desire wins. Just like it did when we were younger. Aiden Slate can’t—won’t eat any color but blue.

He begins his work, meticulously picking the blue out and separating them from the rest.

A mix of emotions surges within me—surprise, then comfort, for as much as things have changed, he’s still the same boy I knew, wh...

“You know,” I begin, my voice light and teasing, “everyone knows that blue is the only acceptable color.”

Removing the colors he doesn’t like. His hand reaches in, and we work in silence. Just as we did so many times before.

“You know…” she says, and I prepare to hear something I don’t like. “You could hire someone to do these things for you.” My shoulders straighten. “I said they’re pre-game rituals. I have to do it.”

“Make sure you’re—” She pauses, trying to find her words. “Comfortable. With the person. With the process.”

She could do it. She could be the person I hire. I’d let her think I’m hiring her to help me with my quirks, but in reality, I’d be hiring her to be near me. The thing is, I want her around. She soothes me and helps me. I just can’t tell her the real reason.

“You could do it.” The words are out before I’ve really contemplated all the consequences.

“What?”

“So what are you suggesting?” she asks, eyes mere slits.

“I’ll say that you’re my girlfriend.”

“How will that work? If we were dating, wouldn’t people, you know, like your friends, know?”

“I’ll say that we’ve been flying under the radar for some time, but we’re ready to g...

“You don’t seem like the type of guy who...

“And you know this how? Checking up on me?” I’m teasing her, and it’s baffling. I don’t flirt. I don’t tease.

“I’ll pretend to be your girlfriend in public, and you’ll pay me to help with your errands, rituals, and…”

“Have sex to calm you?”

“Fuck. No.” I shake my head. “Sex is off the table after tonight. This was a one-time thing that my agent thought I n...

“I have to think about it,” she says. That’s better than no. I stand, heading toward the NDA she filled out earlier. “I’ll need your answer after the game tomorrow. After that, the deal’s off the table.”

Cassidy Baker.

I’m about to run away when the door swings open, and there he is with a towel wrapped around his waist, water droplets dripping down his firm pecs. Holy. Crap. “Your jaw’s on the floor, sweetheart.”

And what’s with his swagger? He was always confident but never this arrogant. Do I like it? Yeah. I do.

Easy, girl. Get your head in the game. But instead of listening to my inner ramblings and pulling my gaze away, I find my gaze drop to his lips. Wrong move, again. His grin is sinful, and I can’t help but smile back. “Glad you made the right decision.”

“Who said I made a decision?” His eyebrow lifts. “Haven’t you?”

“I wanted to discuss the terms,” I say, and he leans against the wall. My eyes sweep over the towel, just barely hanging off his hips. “Did you want to get dressed?” “Not really.”

“Oh…okay,” I stammer,

cheek. “Social worker, eh?” “Yep,” I say, popping the p, not sure what else to say.

“Didn’t see that coming.”

“Why? You don’t know me.” He blows out a breath. “You’re right. Just didn’t expect that.”

The last place I need to be with Aiden Slate is in a bedroom with him in a towel. Lord have mercy, I only have so much willpower.

“You…you don’t like how I look?” Hurt flares, and my eyes mist even though I had just been thinking that same thing.

“No, Cassidy. It’s not like that. I like your style. Please know that.” His head falls back on his shoulders with a groan. “I’m only trying to protect you because people will judge.”

“I get that. I knew this was coming. It just doesn’t make it any...

“You do realize I’ve never dated a single one of them, and I don’t welcome...

His hand darts out, and he lifts it. For a second, I think he’s about to move the stray piece of hair that has fallen on my face behind my ear,

but then he drops his hand just as fast. Almost like he’s been burned. Ouch. Figures.

This time, it’s his turn to pay up, whether he knows it or not.

I might trust her with my needs, but I can’t trust her with my heart. If she knew the full extent of my thoughts, she’d say the same things I have always heard when I’ve let my guard down. No. It’s easier to keep this professional, no matter how much I want her.

Thoughts of Cassidy’s naked body responding perfectly to my commands filter through my mind, and I groan, rushing back to the shower since she arrived before I could fully wash off. I’m going to have to take a cold one to calm down.

When I’m ready, I head back out to the couch, and minutes later, Cassidy emerges. My mouth dries at the sight of her. So much for having my dick under control. “What are you wearing?” I practically snarl. Real smooth.

“A dress.”

“Obviously, it’s a dress. But where is the rest of it?”

“You’re being ridiculous, Aiden. I’m supposed to be your girlfriend. I have to dress the part.”

That dress is all sorts of dangerous, and my teammates will make me want to fight. I know it.