New Game in Town (4 page)

Chapter Four

“He shoots! He scores! Ladies and gentleman, it looks like Connor Waters is setting the stage to lead the Vancouver Reign Warriors to the Stanley Cup Finals this season! No question that the leading scorer in his division is back on track after last year’s broken foot that benched him for part of the season. Thanks to this goal with only seconds left on the clock, the fans will be celebrating tonight before the team flies out tomorrow for their four-game road trip.”

The announcer’s voice was drowned out by cheers of celebration in the luxury box that Gina had been invited to watch the game from. When she had taken this job, one of the benefits had been tickets to some of the home games. What she hadn’t expected was to enjoy the extravagance that came with watching a game from a private box.

Look at how far we’ve come.

Gina savored the light champagne bubbles caressing her mouth. Last year she would never have fathomed being invited to a luxury suite, never mind the attention lavished on her by many of those in attendance.

Her boss had sent her a text earlier in the morning to invite her to tonight’s home game. She had shown up early to the rink and made a beeline for the team merchandise store before the doors were opened to the public.

“What kind of employee doesn’t own a team jersey?” she had chided herself as she had bypassed security with her employee pass. Sports paraphernalia hadn’t been on the top of her shopping list when she had her makeover and changed her entire wardrobe.

Gina had waved at the attendant she had contacted earlier that day. Brittany was waiting for her in the team store as promised. She had been more than happy to let Gina into the shop early so she could pick out a jersey.

“Okay, we don’t have a lot of inventory left in your size. The new ladies’ jerseys have been selling like mad.” The bubbly young woman held up a few jerseys in front of Gina, dismissing all but two. “You are a medium. Lucky for you that a customer returned these two because they didn’t fit.”

She was holding up number seventeen “Waters” and number thirty-three “McLean”—Connor’s and Matt’s jerseys, waiting for Gina to choose one.

“So what’s it gonna be, Gina, the seasoned captain of the team or the rookie who’s still getting his feet wet?” came a sardonic voice from the entrance of the store.

Really, was there some kind of sick cosmic joke being played on me?

She turned to find Connor standing in the entrance, dressed in a dark tailored suit, looking more like a model from a fashion magazine than a professional hockey player. Weren’t hockey players supposed to have bruised faces, missing teeth and black eyes?

His hands were tucked into his pants pockets, pulling the fabric taut over his powerfully built thighs as he slowly walked up to her and Brittany.

“Decisions, decisions, Gina,” he mocked. “Who would have thought that the choices would be narrowed down to only two so quickly?” Connor tried to keep his annoyance in check while he closed the distance between them.

He didn’t give her a chance to respond to his taunt, irritated that she hadn’t automatically reached for his jersey.

“Some would say that it’s an easy decision,” he continued musingly while ignoring her pained look, “take the captain’s jersey. He’s a veteran player with years of experience. A man who knows how to handle himself, a man who knows how to play the game and
satisfy
his audience. Then others would argue that we have the up-and-coming rookie who is showing lots of potential and is eager to please. Who will you choose?” Tongue in cheek, he stared down at her with a raised eyebrow. He knew he shouldn’t get a kick out of her discomfort, but he couldn’t help but taunt her a little, pissed that she had stared at the two jerseys as if there really was a decision to be made. There wasn’t a doubt in his mind as to which number she would be wearing tonight. It just seemed that he had to remind his little Gina that he was the only man who was going to make her wish list come true.

Not giving himself time to dissect his anger at her hesitation, he decided it was time to teach Gina a lesson.

Gina felt a familiar blush heat her cheeks at Connor’s words. It didn’t take a genius to know that he was referring to more than just the jersey selection. Was he ever going to let her forget that he saw her secret list of sexual fantasies and possible sexual partners? And that he had been party to her very public orgasm while she crossed off the first item on said list? Judging by the mischievous twinkle in his eyes, that wasn’t going to happen anytime soon.

“Tell you what, we wouldn’t want anyone to accuse you of playing favorites. Why don’t I help you out,” Connor offered, wicked intent coloring his words.

Reading the name off her employee nametag, Connor flashed a dazzling smile at the store clerk and asked, “Brittany, do you have a scarf we can borrow?”

Her puzzled look mirrored Gina’s confusion. How was a scarf going to decide this?

“Yeah, for sure, Connor.” She gestured to a rack near the back of the store. “They are hanging next to the dressing room,” she replied, indicating a room tucked into the back corner of the store.

“Excellent, here, let me takes these off of your hands,” Connor said, reaching for the jerseys. “And I’ll help Gina from here.” His warm smile took some of the sting out of his dismissal. All too happy to comply with his every word, Brittany handed over the jerseys and returned to front of the store and began arranging merchandise before the arena opened to the fans for the game.

“Don’t you have a game to get ready for?” Gina’s irritation was evident.

Connor’s only answer was a cocky grin. A master at pulling strings with ease, Connor clutched Gina’s hand, pulling her toward the dressing room in the back. Along the way, he snagged a Reign Warriors scarf from the rack that Brittany had pointed to.

“What are you doing?” Gina demanded, uncomfortable when Connor crowded into the cramped room with her as he hung the two jerseys on a hook beside her head. The already small dressing room only seemed to shrink with Connor looming over her, practically sucking the air out of the tight room.

His easy-going smile disappeared, and instead, his face filled with wicked intent. Wrapping the scarf around his hands, he kicked the dressing room door closed with the back of his foot and looked down at her. “We’re going to try a little experiment.”

Connor’s words didn’t strike fear into her as much as his look of determination did.

Without further explanation, he stepped into her personal space and pulled the scarf tightly around her eyes. “What the hell are you doing?” she demanded, tense from being blindfolded.

Connor whispered, “Relax, this will be painless. You are going to learn which jersey you should have chosen right off the bat, baby.” His possessive words vibrated in a barely controlled anger. “
And
we’re going to cross off number two on your list.”

Her shocked gasp did little to dissuade him. Number two on her list was to have sex while blindfolded.

Gina was helpless to stop her hands from reaching out to him, landing on his chest to steady herself. Having her eyesight impaired by the blindfold only heightened her other senses. She could feel his heart beating steadily under her palms. She inhaled his clean scent of soap and light cologne as it cloaked her, his steady breath surrounded her while she was helpless to keep hers from catching when she felt his calloused fingers run seductively over her trembling lips.

Gina shuddered when she felt Connor’s hands slide down and grip her waist, drawing her against his chest. His lips fleetingly brushed across hers, causing her fingers to automatically curl into his dress shirt, gripping the well-defined muscles underneath.

“No…” she moaned, convincing neither of them that she meant for him to stop.

“Hmm, you need to get rid of some clothes to put on my jersey.” Connor wasted little time in running his long fingers up her waist, over her rib cage, lightly skimming the outsides of her aching breasts as he smoothed his hands over her shoulders, carefully drawing her jacket off her and letting it fall to the ground.

A spasm of need had her pussy clenching when she felt Connor maneuver his leg between hers, pushing her lightly against the wall behind her. Sandwiched so effectively, Gina was fully aware that Connor was as deeply aroused as she was, his erection pressing against the soft flesh of her stomach.

Gina knew she had to stop him. This was going too far. She couldn’t get any further involved with a man like Connor. After her previous disastrous relationships, she needed to keep her heart and her self-respect intact. She found Connor’s penetration into her psyche unsettling and extremely invasive. Although her life makeover left her with an increasing sense of self-confidence and power over her life, it was just too tenuous to take on a big gun like Connor. She needed to start off small, get involved with a man who left her with a feeling of power over herself and the situation. Connor definitely left her feeling powerless and that was just too dangerous for her.

“This is crazy.” His answering chuckle only made her bite out in response, “You’re crazy!”

“Ah, Gina, you make me crazy.” A deep growl played across her lips, “Mmm.” His tongue sweeping across the seam.

She had to force herself to push her hands against his chest in an attempt to put some distance between them. She should have known better. Connor only reacted by pressing his leg up against the juncture of her thighs, wedging himself more deeply between her legs, rocking her against his muscled thigh.

This alone should not have her shuddering with desire, her panties catching her wetness. Powerless to stop herself, Gina rubbed her engorged clit against his leg, savoring the friction. “Ah…” she moaned, throwing her head back in defeat.

Connor’s hands moved up her back, tangling in her loose waves, tugging at her hair to give his hot roving mouth easy access to her exposed neck. His lips nuzzled along the sensitive skin of her throat while he rocked her hips against his leg, working her into a frenzy of need.

“Ah Connor—we can’t, not here. Brittany…” His lips masterfully cut off the rest of her weak protest. His tongue swept into her mouth, his taste invading her and drugging her with desire so deep, she helplessly rubbed herself against his rock-hard form.

“That’s it, sweet baby, work that clit on me. Let that sweet sugar pour out,” he coaxed when, helpless to stop herself, Gina raised her leg to wrap around his waist to get closer to him. Her hips rotated harder against him, looking to relieve the building pressure burning within her.

She all but screamed, his mouth catching the sound, when she felt his hands run down her back to grip the globes of her ass, rocking her tighter, faster against himself. She nearly came apart when Connor massaged the soft flesh of her backside with increasing pressure. The lace cupping her heavy breasts irritated her engorged nipples, making her cry out harder against his mouth. He expertly swallowed her moans, his tongue exploring her mouth like a man devouring a feast after a long famine.

She wanted to protest when he ended the deep kiss and his teeth raked along her jaw, his erection pushing deeper against her belly. The barrier of their clothes was becoming unbearable. Wanting nothing more than to rip off her clothes and have his cock pumping inside her, she reached for his belt, fumbling to undo it.

Connor trapped her hand, stopping her. Without breaking contact, his lips moved back to her mouth, his tongue forcefully invading her, mirroring the rhythm he set with his hips pumping against hers.

Unable to fight the escalating need within her, Gina threw her head back and gave into the riot of sensations running through her with the power of a lightning strike. She knew she was going to orgasm fully clothed—again, while pressed against the dressing room wall, while Connor’s need went unanswered once more.

All it took was Connor sliding his hand under her skirt and palming her vagina. His thumb rubbed over her throbbing clit, while he pushed aside the lace edge of her panties and took her most sensitive part between his fingers with just enough pressure to make her blow her mind. One, two, three strokes and she was done.

Her shriek of release was cut off by his hard mouth. His tongue swallowing her cries of completion. His lips softened on her moments later when her moans subsided. Blindly reaching for his waistband with quaking fingers, Gina offered breathlessly, “Connor, let me…”

His powerful grip waylaid her intentions. “I want nothing more than to get my cock inside that hot, wet pussy. But not here. When I get inside you, it’s going to be on a bed, where I can lay you out and suck on that sweet pussy juice until you’re screaming for me.” His words rumbled from his chest, his breathing still ragged from his unfulfilled desire.

Gina felt Connor’s arms wrap around her, holding her to him as they leaned against the wall behind her, giving her a chance to recover from her climax. Only when her breathing calmed and she came down from her high did she become aware of Connor removing the blindfold.

He slowly stepped back and leaned against the opposite wall, his intent stare pinning her in place. She instantly felt a chill invade her at the absence of his heat.

Running a weary hand through his jet-black hair, Connor knew he had to get his unfulfilled desire in check if he was going to win a hockey game tonight. Knowing he should be in the dressing room suiting up only added to his frustration. He hadn’t planned on seducing Gina into crossing off another item on her wish list tonight. But when he had seen her contemplating which player’s jersey to choose, he had been surprised at the instant fury he felt when she didn’t automatically reach for his jersey.