Chapter 20

CHAPTER 20

Clara

I don't even realize I'm holding my breath until there is a soft knock on the door.

"Open up, baby girl."

His voice is deep, rumbly, and so damn hot. I unlock the door, opening it as I lean against the wall so that no one sees me when he enters. He kicks the door shut with the heel of his shoe before leaning against it, his chest rising and falling just as quickly as mine is. We lock eyes, and instantly, I'm breathless. His jaw is tight, his eyes narrowed, and my pussy clenches at the sight.

Fuck, I want him.

I hadn't expected him to be here. I thought he was at work. But the moment my eyes landed on him, I knew I had to poke the bear. He looked so dashing in his black slacks and orange Knoxville Bears polo, his hair brushed to the side, curling at the ends, and his beard all neatly trimmed. He looked way more rugged this morning when I left him, but now, he is all business. All put together and in control.

I have no choice but to fuck with that control.

The way he stood beside me—his hand in his pocket, acting as if he wasn't vibrating with want for me—drove me crazy. I wanted to drive him as crazy as I felt, and now, I am on the receiving end of his scrutiny. Every fiber of my being is on high alert, excitement coursing through me and straight between my legs.

"Hey."

He chuckles, but amusement doesn't reach his dark-chocolate gaze. "Hey there."

He drinks in my body with his eyes. The black lace bra I have on covers absolutely nothing, and I know he can see how erect my nipples are. The black lace thong I wear is the same, giving him a perfect view of my lower lips and my arousal for him. He licks his lips, running his hand down his beard as he continues his assault on me with his stare. Each pass of his eyes feels like a lashing, and I love how it makes me feel.

Powerful.

Desired.

Wanted.

"Tell me something, Clara," he grits out. "Do I appear to be the kind of man that shares what is mine?"

Tingles run through me as I arch my body against the wall. Breathlessly, I whisper, "I didn't realize I was yours."

"Interesting," he says, throwing his coffee into the trash and locking the door before stalking toward me like I'm his prey. My breathing picks up, and I wet my lips with my tongue as he steps in front of me. "Did I give you the impression while I was fucking you that you were anything but mine?" My eyes widen as he cups my pussy in his palm. "When I was tongue-fucking this pussy, did you truly believe I would be okay with you flirting with another man?"

"No," I moan as he squeezes my pussy, my body going so taut, I feel like my skin will rip and fall away, leaving me utterly bare for this beast of a man.

He cups my jaw hard. "Then why the fuck did Gavin think he could ask you out?" I'm caught in his gaze as he continues to squeeze me with his fingers. "Were you fucking with me?"

"Yes," I admit on a moan.

He chuckles as his mouth grazes mine. "Oh, that's not smart, Clara."

My eyes widen at the use of my given name. "Clara?"

"Oh yes. You're not my baby girl when you're bad. No, you're Clara, the girl who drives me fucking crazy with murderous thoughts when a man thinks he has the right to look at and touch what is fucking mine."

I take a shaky breath. "I'm sorry. Please?—"

"No, you're not," he says in a deep voice. He whips me around, pressing my chest into the wall as he angles his cock into my ass. I can feel his thick cock hard against my skin as he cups the back of my neck with one hand, the other at my hip. "You wanted to make me jealous. You wanted me to punish you, aye?"

I whimper, my body shaking with desire and excitement. I can feel each of his words deep in my core. My thighs clench as I slowly nod. "Yes, I wanted to make you lose control."

He chuckles as he moves his lips to the shell of my ear. "Make me lose control, aye? Oh, my baby girl, you don't know what you are in for."

On his next breath, his hand comes down hard on my bare ass cheek. I press my lips together to keep from screaming, my eyes squeezing shut as the delicious sting from the smack to my ass vibrates through my body. Heat floods between my legs when another comes, then another, each hard and fast against my poor left ass cheek. I cry out, but his hand covers my mouth, and I feel his lips curve against the shell of my ear.

"No one is allowed to hear you. Your moans are mine." Thwack . "You will be quiet as I spank this sweet ass." Thwack . "And know you're lucky I don't have any lube because I'd fuck your tightest hole right here and now for how crazy you've made me feel." Thwack . He squeezes my burning-hot flesh and spreads my cheeks. I go onto my tippy-toes, holding back a moan as he moves my thong out of the way, pressing his forefinger against my back hole. "Mmm, maybe I'll fuck this ass without lube as a punishment."

I cry out at that. "No, please. It'll hurt."

"I know. That's the fucking point." He growls in my ear, and I'm basically goo at this point. "Has anyone fucked you here, Clara?"

I hate when he calls me by my name. "No, no one," I admit on a cry from behind his hand. "Please, not here." His voice is rough and hard as I hear the belt clink before I feel him push down his zipper. "Riggs, please."

He chuckles against my ear. "I should, you know," he mutters, and then he thrusts into my pussy in one go. He fills me deeply, fully, and all I can do is whimper against his palm. "I should fill your virgin ass with my cock and make you scream this fucking place down." His thrusts are ruthless, dangerous, and so fucking good. "You're lucky you blew him off."

"I don't want him," I moan against his hand that is still partly over my lips. "I've only wanted you. Only you."

He squeezes my hip as he pushes deep inside me, each thrust harder than the last. "Which is why your tight ass is safe." He leans in, his lips moving against my ear as he whispers, "For now."

I come at his rough promise, squeezing his cock as he ruts into me.

"Fucking hell, baby girl, you were made to take my cock."

"Harder," I whine, arching my back so he can go deeper.

His grunts are deep, and I can't get enough. He gathers my hair in his hand, yanking my head back, and he captures my lips in a deep, possessive kiss. His tongue probes my mouth, devouring me as he continues to thrust into me. The sounds of arousal as he fucks me are downright embarrassing, but I don't care.

He makes me feel alive.

Riggs yanks his mouth from mine and smacks my ass once more. Hard. Against my ear, he mutters, "You're going to come for me again. Like a good girl, aren't you?"

"Yes," I sob, my body tensing with each thrust. "Please."

"Mmm," he growls in my ear before moving his hand between my legs and finding my clit. He glides his fingers over my swollen bud with just the right amount of pressure, and it doesn't take long before I feel myself almost there. Heat gathers in my core, at my spine, and I feel him everywhere. He drags his mouth along my shoulder, his teeth grazing my heated skin as he sucks and nibbles. I throw my head back onto his shoulder, closing my eyes as he fucks me senseless. Each thrust, each press of his fingers against my clit, is better than the last. I bury my mouth against his neck, biting down before I come violently around his cock.

He hisses out a curse, squeezing my pussy with his palm as he holds my hip in his other hand, and he hammers into me. I almost feel like I'm going to black out, my eyes rolling to the back of my head as my chest heaves, and he fills me deeply. He stills then, jerking up inside me until I feel the heat of his release, and he grunts out, "Fuck, baby girl."

I take a huge breath, my heart pounding in my chest as I kiss the spot I bit. I lick where my teeth sank into his flesh and kiss it once more. He turns his head, capturing my lips with his. The kiss is sweet, gentle, and has me floating on a pretty pink cloud. He brings his hand up, cupping my jaw as he pulls back. His heated gaze bores into mine as he strokes my jaw with his thumb.

"Baby girl."

I'm surprised I can speak. "Hmm?"

"Don't ever let me hear you say you're dating."

I bring in my brows. "Isn't that what we're doing?"

"It's more than that, and you know it. Even if it shouldn't be, even if I should walk away and leave you be, I can't."

My lips quirk, my heart slamming around inside my chest. "So should I say we're fucking?"

He shakes his head. "I don't want people to know about us yet."

I narrow my eyes. "So, you're hiding me?"

"No," he grumbles, nibbling on my bottom lip. "Let me get through the play-offs. Then we'll sit down with Dan, and I'll explain what you mean to me."

"What I mean to you?"

"Yes. That you're important to me."

"That's it?"

Now, he narrows his eyes. "What do you mean, that's it?"

"I don't want to be important to you. I want to be everything to you."

He searches my eyes. "Done." My heart skips a beat as I gaze up at him. "I haven't been in a relationship for fourteen years, baby girl. I'm not sure if I know how to anymore, but I want to try. With you."

Ha! Suck it, Elliot and Alex.

I try not to react to his words, try not to giggle and do a little dance. Instead, I ask, "So, what do I say to anyone who wants to date me?"

He makes a very dark noise that lets me know he doesn't like the idea of someone else wanting me. "That someone owns you."

I give him a look. "Do I own you?"

His eyes soften as he runs his thumb along my lips. "Completely."

We lock eyes, and then he's kissing me again with so much passion, I feel him deep in my soul.

The weight of his words hits me like a thousand frozen pucks.

I own Riggs McCoy.

But he doesn't want anyone to know.

I'm not sure how that makes me feel, but it's hard to think when his mouth is devouring mine.