3. Chapter Three

Itap my foot against the leg of the bar stool I"m sitting on. The smell of wine and cheap perfume permeates the dive bar where I agreed to meet Natalie"s brother, Miles.

It wasn"t my first choice of location, but I respect Miles"s need for privacy without the constant pressure from fans wanting a picture or an autograph with a famous hockey player. And believe me, this is the place to go if you don"t want to be found.

It"s not that this bar is dangerous. It"s more of a Don"t fuck with me, kind of bar. A place where you can escape reality. It"s a place where you can go for a random hook-up in the back room.

Where did that thought come from?

I dig my laptop out of my bag, needing to jot down some notes. I look around the room as I wait for it to turn on, from the muscular group of guys in the corner playing cards, who are perfect for a reverse harem erotic story, to the hulking, bearded giant nursing a beer at the end of the bar who could easily hold a curvy girl like me and my heroines up in his big hands as he bounces them on his cock.

I haven"t had a thrill like this since I wrote my hockey series.

My fingers fly across the keyboard as I lose myself in weaving a story of lust centered on a secret sex den masquerading as a dive bar. Masquerading. Yes, masks. It will be a masked sex club.

I"m so lost in thought that I don"t hear his approach until it"s too late. "Damn, woman! That shit is hot."

A small scream escapes my lips, and I slam my laptop down at his exclamation. I spin around in my chair and come face to face with Rafe Rameriez, the starting winger for the Chicago Kraken.

"You must be Eden, Natalie"s friend." He extends his hand toward mine with a friendly smile.

I take in his bright smile, chocolate brown hair with that sexy I just rolled out of bed look, his matching deep brown eyes, and his six-foot-three-inch, two hundred twenty-pound lean body. This is oddly specific, but as I said, I know everything about the Chicago Kraken.

My eyes continue their inspection of his body before finally landing on his eyes, "Yes, I"m Eden." His smile widens at my blatant appraisal of his body, "But how about if you explain to me why you"re here instead of Miles, Rafe Rameriez."

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Rafe

Well, shit, she"s intelligent and beautiful.

I take my time, gazing up and down her body like she did to me. From her chestnut brown hair that falls in waves over her shoulder to her face with her sexy green eyes and pouty ruby-red lips. Damn, if I don"t picture her wrapping those lips around my massive cock as I force-feed her my cock until her eyes are watering and her saliva is flowing down her chin.

My cock hardens, thinking about her mouth as it presses painfully against the zipper of my jeans, trying to reach her.

"Well, Mr. Rameriez, I"m waiting." She says, pulling me out of my fantasies about how I want to fuck her sweet mouth.

I clear my throat and put on my best Rameriez charm. "You see, Miles had an emergency and sent me instead," I say, hoping she doesn"t ask too many more questions. Miles and I didn"t consider that Eden might actually recognize one of us, especially since Natalie said she forgot to show Eden a picture of Miles.

"And you just happened to be available to take his place on such short notice?" she asks in a sassy tone, and I have to smile again at her non-bullshit attitude.

"Something like that," I reply, already picturing how I"m going to punish her sassy mouth, which does nothing for the raging hard-on in my pants.

Her eyes zero in on the huge bulge in my jeans, "Look, I"m not sure what Natalie told you or her brother what my needs are for this weekend, but that most certainly isn"t one of them." She huffs, her head nodding towards the front of my pants.

I take in her disgruntled expression, "All Natalie said was that you need a date for your ex-boyfriend"s sister"s wedding this weekend."

Her eyes narrow at my explanation, "And Natalie knows you"re here and not her brother?"

I didn"t think she"d catch on so fast, so I confess, "No, Natalie doesn"t know I"m here instead of Miles. But he did have an emergency, so it looks like you"re stuck with me." I flash her my most charming smile. It"s the same smile that"s gotten me laid too many times to count.

Her expression never changes as she studies me before finally saying, "Fine, but no funny business. Got it?"

"Yes, ma"am." I watch as she slides her curvy body off the bar stool, my hands dying to grip those luscious hips as I pound into her from behind or as she rides me. Either way is fine with me as long as I"m sinking into her hot little pussy.

"Follow me. I"m driving." She motions for me to follow her, a slight frown creasing her pretty mouth.

I pick up my suitcase, which I had discarded on the bar floor, the moment I looked over her shoulder and saw the dirty words she was typing. Miles said she"s a romance author, but I never expected such graphic detail in her writing. I can"t wait to see what else she plans on writing. Maybe I can help her with a little research.