Page 24 of Score Her Heart

I scrambled up onto all fours and grabbed the headboard of the bed while he grabbed a condom. I heard the crinkle of the package behind me, but when I turned to look over my shoulder, he pushed my head back to look at the wall. I heard the creak of the cap from the travel-sized bottle of lube next, and I bit back a moan when his finger rubbed the excess lubrication across my entrance.

Riley certainly was a considerate lover. What man actually was thoughtful enough to use lube? Not any of the ones I had been with before.

He slapped my ass again, playfully, and I gasped in response but secretly loved it. “Disobedient girl, you better grab that headboard and hold on,” he snarled.

Holy fuck, I loved this shit. This was exactly what I wanted in a man! An alpha-male who would be rough and passionate with me, and that was exactly what Riley was like in bed.

Shit, maybe this marriage would work after all.

I groaned when his cock pressed inside me from behind, and I shamelessly rocked back into him. Riley held onto my hips and thrust inside me deep and rough. I gripped the headboard tight and cried out while he hit all my good spots and swatted at my ass here and there.

“Yes, fuck, Aaron, so good,” I cried into the pillows, burying my head to muffle the sounds of my oncoming orgasm.

“This is what you want, Fiona?” he growled behind me. He placed soft kisses up my spine until he was at my ear. “You want me to be rough with you? Go all growly alpha-male?”

I nodded in response, rocking back into him, feeling him deep inside of me. “Please,” I begged.

“Turn around,” he growled, and I pouted when I felt him pull out of me. “I want to see your face when you come all over my cock.”

OH MY GOD!

He flipped me onto my back and spread my legs before entering me again. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and he nuzzled his head into my neck, kissing me while my nails dug into his strong, muscular back. Our bodies slapped together, and the bed groaned in protest from him grunting and groaning on top of me. I squeezed my legs tighter around his middle and met his thrusts with cries of delight. He was hitting me hard and deep, giving it to me rough just like I liked it. I dug my nails harder into his skin, but if it hurt him, he didn’t complain.

“I’m close,” I gasped while he rocked harder on top of me.

His hands went to my face, and he kissed me harder. “Come for me, sweetheart.”

I nodded in agreement and thrashed under him, slipping my hand down to finger my clit in unison with his hard thrusts. “Yes, baby, so good,” I moaned.

He gave me that cocky grin that I loved and kissed me through my orgasm. From the way he bucked almost angrily on top of me, I knew he was close behind me.

“Fuck, Fiona,” he grunted out while he went faster and faster, pulling me apart and making me come undone again until he was roaring out his own orgasm moments later.

I sighed in relief at the release, and he laid his head across my chest. I lightly stroked his blond hair while he tried to catch his breath.

“So, what time is our flight?” I asked from beneath him.

He lifted his head up and laughed at me. “Early,” he said again with a sigh and got off of me. “We should get to bed.”

He got rid of the condom while I went to pee. He was back in his pajama pants when I came back to bed. He was lying on his back with his arms behind his head while I found my pajamas and slipped back into them. I slid back into the bed and smiled when he wrapped an arm around me and held me to his chest.

“Goodnight, Fi.”

“Night, Riley.”

I snuggled down into the bed, feeling cozy and not just from the warm bed sheets but because of the warm chest of the man holding me. The man who was my best friend in the entire world. When did my life get so weird?

Chapter Eight

RILEY

We woke the next morning, tired from the late-night sex. I honestly hadn’t been expecting Fi to slide into bed last night and practically offer herself up to me. It had been awesome, and I one hundred percent would fuck her as rough and hard as I did last night again, but now I was exhausted. Which meant practice today was going to be awful.

Waking up at the ass crack of dawn had never been fun. I thought one day I would get used to it, but even after all the early wake-ups playing hockey as a kid, I was still not a morning person.

When I looked at Fi, my heart pounded in my head, and the sense of dread was starting to kick in again. A part of me knew Fi still wasn’t convinced of this marriage, but I must have been doing something right if she had practically begged for me to be inside her again yesterday.

The ride to the airport was quiet, but it was a quiet where we were both too tired to even speak. Once we were through security and waiting at the gate for our plane, I went to go get us breakfast and coffee. She had already snapped at me once, so I knew she needed some caffeine in her. She was probably also super hangry. I stopped at the bookstore in the airport and was surprised they actually had her book in stock, so I picked that up too.