Hat Trick (D.C. Stars, #4)

by Chelsea Curto

I’m not supposed to have a favorite player on the team—and I love all the guys I work with—but Riley takes the top spot.

“I’m a good boy, Lex,” he tosses back. “You don’t have to worry about me.”

The life of every party and vivacious as hell with witty comebacks and a laugh that would bring any man to his knees. And if it were me down there, I’d wear a collar and crawl if she asked me to.

“I’m going to get him skating again,” I whisper to Piper and Emmy. “Lex, I don’t⁠—” “Hockey is his whole life.” I stare at the doors leading to the patient rooms. “I’ll work with him. We’ll do it together.” I’ve always been a determined bitch. Once I put my mind to something, I don’t stop until it happens, and I’ll be damned if Riley goes down without a fight.

“She wasn’t finished speaking,” Riley says, deathly low. The look in his eye is murderous. A shiver races up my spine when he curls his fingers into a fist. My cheeks turn bright red when he stares at my boss and tilts his head to the side. “And her name is Lexi. L-e-x-i. That’s not difficult, is it? Treat her with respect and get it right, or I’m leaving.”

The romance books I read are right: having a guy turn a little unhinged and defend your honor is sexy as hell.

Women in the past have used all sorts of phrases to describe me: cute. Sexy, but in a nerdy way. Hot as hell when I slide a blindfold over their eyes. The man of their dreams when I kiss their wrists, untying them from the ropes I like to use to keep them still while I eat them out.

“You told me you were hard to impress. How am I doing?” he asks, and a laugh rattles out of me. “I’m on my way to being impressed.”

“Patience is a virtue. I’ll get there one day.” “I can’t wait to see you try,” I say, and I sure as hell mean it.

“You’re so fucking bossy. Is this how I get you to shut up? By giving your mouth something to do?”

“Fuck it,” he whispers, kissing me again. “One night. Let’s play, Lexi.”

Friends, I tell myself. Bullshit, my brain whispers back.

“I need you to stop talking.” He pops open the button on his pants and runs his fingers through my hair. With a gentle push on my shoulders, he guides me to my knees and hooks his fingers under my chin. “Take out my cock, Lexi, and get to work.”

“Anything else you want me to do?” “Yeah.” I yank her underwear to the side and touch her clit, smirking when she lifts her hips and moans. “Take every inch of my cock and say thank you when I make you come.”

“No fucking way,” I say, putting my hands on either side of her hips. “It’s my jersey or no jersey, Lexi.”

“Today was a good day,” I murmur. “They’re all good days with you, Riley,”

“Please. There’s a reason why I haven’t dated anyone since I got to DC. I know not a goddamn one of them would ever compare to you.”

“I want you to fuck me,” I whisper. “Like I’m yours.”

“If you want to run, I’ll chase you. If you want to build a wall to keep me out, I’ll climb it. If you need time, I’ll give it to you. I’m patient, Lexi. I’m going to be waiting for you when you come back. However long that takes.”