Chapter 16

Mo

"Where are you staying tonight?"

Tanya trails her index finger down my arm, her heavily made-up eyes undressing me with each word. She's attractive in a one-night-stand kind of way, but far from beautiful.

"Nearby."

A satisfied gleam hits her face and I resist the urge to roll my eyes. I'm too old to be going after lacrosse bunnies, but the rack on this one intrigued me.

She smiles, "Maybe you could show me."

And there it is. The invitation I"ve been half-heartedly waiting for tonight.

"Maybe."

A flash of irritation crosses her face, identical to the one cursing through me. There's no reason for me not to take up Tanya's offer, so why the hell am I pissing around?

Laughter drags my attention to the makeshift dance floor where couples sway clumsily against each other. A tall, lean body catches my eye, and I feel my brows start to pinch.

What the fuck is he doing?

Tanya runs her nails down my chest, but I don't spare her a glance. My attention is too taken by the team goalie grinding all over a lacrosse bunny on the dance floor.

My gaze narrows as the girl throws her head back and laughs, tugging Nico's body flush against hers. He grinds against her, whispering in her ear to make her laugh again. Irritation flares beneath my skin as I take in the scene, my teeth clenching harder with every beat.

"He's hot." Tanya smirks, tilting her head in Nico's direction, "He yours?"

"No."

"Too bad. The three of us could have had some fun."

She grins, and I have to look away to hide the disgust on my face. I wouldn't let this tramp touch Nico with a ten-foot pole.

Why do you care? He doesn't even like girls.

Gritting my teeth, I sneak another glance at the dance floor and find Nico watching me with a grin. He bends his partner over, grinding against her ass while staring me down.

He's fucking with me.

The realization has the anger slowly dissipating from my body. If Montez wants to put on a show then he'll have to do better than that.

"Let's dance." I hold out my hand, and Tanya looks at me in surprise.

"You don't seem like the dancing type."

She takes my hand hesitantly, and I lead us over to Nico and the blonde.

"Let's test that theory, shall we?"

Spinning her around so her back is facing me, I trail my fingers down her waist and latch onto her hips. She immediately moves backward, rubbing her ass against my dick in time to the music.

Nico grins, spinning the blonde so she's facing him.

"Babe, we've got some competition."

She tosses me a glance over her shoulder and laughs, "Competition over. He's out of my league."

I smirk, rolling my hips in time to the music, "You should take notes, Montez."

He groans, "Don't encourage the ego. It's already unbearable."

The blonde purrs, running her hands up Nico's chest, "Guess we've got some work to do, Tiger."

She winds her hands around his neck, leaning in to whisper in his ear. Nico watches my reaction the entire time, his eyes never leaving my face as her hands roam his body.

Irritation and lust spike my blood and I have to clamp my teeth together to keep my expression neutral. Tanya digs her nails into my torso, but I don't feel the pain. My attention is solely on the man dry humping his partner into oblivion.

"Want to show me that hotel room now?" Tanya breathes the question into my ear, and I bite back a grimace.

"No."

She frowns but continues grinding, my fluid movements making it easy to stay on time with the music. Tanya's not a bad dancer by any means, but watching Nico guide his partner around the awkward beats has me wanting more.

I watch Nico for a while longer, the delight on the blonde's face making me feel uneasy. Shoving the feeling down, I do my best to focus on Tanya, but it doesn't take long for the feeling to return. Nico bends his partner over for a second time, making her shriek with laughter, and the turbulence inside me surges to the surface.

Untangling myself from Tanya, I don't spare Nico and his partner another glance.

"It's time for me to go."

She opens her mouth to say something, but I've already turned away, the bar's stifling heat pressing down on me as I push my way through the crowd.

The exit door bangs open as I stumble my way through, hastily gulping down a breath of fresh air. Leaning against the brick exterior of the building, I close my eyes as my stomach starts to churn, the queasiness identical to what I experienced earlier today on the bus.

Fucking Nico Montez.

Taking one last deep breath, I push off the wall and start walking in the direction of my hotel, counting with every step all the things I hate about Taber's lacrosse goalie.

Nico

"What the fuck are you doing here?"

Mo gives me a full-blown scowl, a deep crease forming between his brows. Lifting my head from its resting place, I give him a regal wave.

"Just passing through."

His scowl doesn't waver, "And you thought the floor in front of my hotel room was the best place to stop for a rest?"

"It's more comfortable than it looks." I grin, patting the disgusting carpet beneath my ass, "Feel free to join me."

"I'll pass." Mo steps over me and swipes his key card, "Go back to your room, Montez. I don't want you here."

Most people would be insulted by the clear dismissal, but it only adds to my incentive. Jumping to my feet, I throw myself in front of his door.

"You do want me here."

"No, I really don't." He reaches around me and pushes the door open, "Move."

"If you say so." Grinning, I walk backward into his room. He glares at me from the doorway.

"I'm only going to say this once. Get out of my room, Montez."

I cross my arms, "Not until you explain to me what happened tonight. Where did you run off to?"

He shrugs, "There's nothing to explain. I danced. I got tired. I left."

I raise a brow, "Without your dance partner?"

Mo steps inside and lets the door swing shut behind him. His muscular frame is washed in shadow, the sight raising goosebumps along my flesh.

"I lost interest."

He stalks closer, the movements calm and calculated like a predator on the hunt. He stops inches from me, those pale blue eyes piercing mine.

"Doesn't look like your dance partner passed the test either."

My eyes dance over Mo's flawless face, his impeccable features tainted only by a weariness that never seems to go away.

"She was never a contender." I smile, lifting a hand to smooth out the crease between his brows, "But you knew that."

"Why were you dancing with her in the first place?"

There's an angry undertone to his voice but I ignore it, focusing instead on erasing the frown marking his skin.

"Because I knew you wouldn't like it." A grin splits my lips, "And your alpha side needed to come out so you could finally claim what's yours."

Mo tilts his head, "And what's that?"

"Me." I swallow, tracing the hard lines all the way down to his lips, "You needed to claim me."

My fingers press against his lips and he smiles, a genuine smile that reaches those devastating eyes.

"Right here, right now." He nips my finger before grabbing my waist and hauling me against him, "That's my time and place."

I don't get a chance to respond before his mouth crashes on mine and my heart goes soaring upward. Shoving his tongue deep in my throat, I meet him stroke for stroke as he grips my ass and grinds against me. He backs me up until the back of my knees hit the edge of the bed and we go toppling on it, both of us wrestling for control.

By the time Mo manages to pin me to the bed, I'm panting and his arrogant smile has my erection throbbing against the material of my jeans.

"Babe, you need to lose that shirt. ASAP."

I tug him back down for another scorching kiss while I pull the shirt over his head. Hard muscle scraps against my hands, making every cell in my body weep with the need to worship that perfectly sculpted body.

Flipping us so his back is against the bed, I start kissing my way down those photoshopped abs, letting my hands roam beneath the waistband of his pants.

"I don't normally let guys be on top."

Mo kisses my neck, thrusting into my hand when I stroke him for the first time.

I grin, straddling his legs so he can't escape, "And here I had you pegged for a bottom."

He laughs, slipping his fingers into my own waistband, "Not in this lifetime, Montez."

"Pity. Guess I'll have to make-

My words come to a halt when Mo presses a finger against my hole. I gasp, feeling him circle the tight ring of muscle, teasing me with the pressure.

He smirks, making a show of licking his fingers, "Do us both a favour and put that mouth of yours to good use."

I have never stripped a man of his clothes faster.

Tossing the rest of Mo's clothes aside, I'm about to get my first taste of his raw masculinity when he grabs my head.

"Take off your clothes. I want you to come while my cock is down your throat."

Skin burning with fever, I release his member and make quick work of my clothes. He strokes himself as he watches me, the lust filling his expression the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. I crawl back on the bed, my body vibrating with need as I go down on the one man who was supposed to be untouchable.

Licking a path from base to tip, Mo lets out a moan as I swallow him down the back of my throat. My tongue presses on his slit when I suck back to the top and the grip on my hair tightens each time I swallow him back down.

"Fuck."

Mo thrusts into my mouth and I let my throat constrict around his cock in a way that I know feels amazing. He moans again, the sound triggering my own dick to twitch from the inattention. Mo notices immediately.

"What did I tell you to do?"

My hand doesn't need to be told twice. Within seconds I'm moaning around Mo's cock as I slide a hand up and down my length.

He grins, stroking my stretched jaw, "That's a good boy. Come for me."

My strokes get harder and faster as I take Mo back down my throat, my fist pumping twice as fast as I'm sucking. It doesn"t take long until I'm ready to burst, and with every thrust and swallow, Mo's control starts to slip.

"Hurry up and come, Nico. I'm close."

He growls my name and that's what does me in.

I go flying over the edge while Mo watches with a satisfied grin. Never one for a solo finish, I give his balls a hard squeeze and he follows close behind. He explodes in my mouth and I swallow every last drop, savouring the saltiness coating my tongue.

Kissing my way back up his chest, I don't stop until I reach those wicked lips. Mo accepts his taste eagerly, kissing me back with just as much lust as before.

"Did I put my mouth to good use?"

I feel him smile against my lips as his finger strokes my cheek softly.

"We will need a few more tests before I can adequately answer that."