Scoring One Night (Blue Ridge Mountain Hockey #4)

Melanie

L et's get started. Aspen's statement hit me like a thunderbolt.

It hadn't occurred to me that we could have sex so soon. I don't know why. It was the point of my idea—to help ease the tension between us at work while doing the dirty together outside of work.

We were outside of work right now.

"I just figured—" Aspen frowned before I cut him off.

"No, I get it. I mean, I'm the one who thought about this whole friends-with-benefits idea. I guess it's more co-workers-with-benefits." I winced at my awkward joke.

My pulse pounded in my ears as I sat mere inches from Aspen in my very sparse living room. The air between us seemed to crackle.

"Mel," Aspen murmured, his gray eyes searching mine, causing my breath to hitch. There was an intensity there I had never seen before.

This was different; he was different. Like I opened a door he had tightly shut when I mentioned my idea.

"Let's think about this for a second," I said, fighting the urge to jump on his lap. I knew that I was crossing a line that could jeopardize my professional reputation, but damn, the way Aspen looked at me was so hot.

Aspen scooted closer to me on the couch. "Let's not think anymore."

Instead of inching back, I leaned forward.

Who was I kidding? I wanted this. It had been so long since I had been with a man. Before that drunken night a few weeks ago, I hate to admit it had been well over a year. And that guy from a year ago never looked at me the way Aspen did.

Like he wanted to devour me. Like I was the only thing that existed in his world.

No man had ever looked at me the way Aspen did right now.

Aspen reached over, cupping my chin and pulling me close, but he stopped right before our lips were about to touch.

Why did he stop? I hadn't hesitated. Was it him? Did he change his mind?

"," Aspen whispered, searching my eyes, "are you sure about this?"

That's when Sophia popped into my head. Some might say that was the worst time to think about your best friend, but I disagree.

I thought if this were Sophia, she wouldn't hesitate. She'd be on top of the guy who wanted her without any regrets.

Messy. That's what she was and proud of it.

I wanted messy, too.

"Never been more sure about anything in my life," I replied, my nipples hardening as his hand slipped to my shoulder.

"Good," he breathed against my neck, sending a shudder through me. "Because I can't wait to lick every inch of you."

But he didn’t lick me. Instead, his hand inched lower as he continued to hold me captive with his stare.

The sensation of Aspen's calloused fingers tracing delicate patterns on my skin sent shivers down my spine. He leaned close until he whispered in my ear, "I have no regrets."

It was as if he could read my mind. He saw my hesitation, knew I was overthinking this, like I did everything.

Just those four words melted away any questions I had about us.

He lifted his head and, in an instant, his lips were on mine. It was rough, raw, and it only made me want more. I grabbed his shoulders, digging my nails into him, which made him groan.

For a second, I thought I hurt him and I pulled back. "I'm sorry, I guess I get a little rough sometimes."

Aspen smiled. "Be as rough as you want."

My eyes widened as he pushed me back, my head hitting the lone throw pillow I had left from Sophia moving.

Aspen shifted his body. "I'm not crushing you, am I?"

He looked down at me as his body covered mine, his hard cock pressing into my thigh. Yes, his body was heavy, but it felt better than anything.

"No," I said while lifting my head, ready for the next kiss.

It came swiftly as his hands roamed freely, deftly peeling away the barriers of clothing between us until we were skin to skin, heady with the scent and feel of each other.

We both squirmed and shimmed until our clothes had been removed, thrown across the room with no care of where they landed.

Aspen's lips left mine as he inched down my neck, then my chest, and finally lapping at my nipple. I sucked in a breath through my teeth as the intensity bolted straight to my core.

I whimpered when his mouth left my breast, but it was only to lap my other with attention. All my doubts about what was happening between us melted away the more his lips caressed my skin.

"I need to taste you," Aspen panted as he kissed his way to my waist. "I need you to hold still."

That should worry me, but the way he said it, the way his eyes hungerly stared at my pussy, had me begging for him. "Please," I whispered.

I sucked in a breath through my teeth when his tongue slid over my clit. Everything he did to my body felt intense, but oh so good. I couldn't even look at what he was doing between my legs for fear it would end. My orgasm was already on the edge and one glance would cause it to explode.

My fingers curled into his hair, pushing him back to make it last. But it was too late.

He pressed something against my clit, his thumb or his tongue, I didn’t know. The only thing I was aware of was the release. The intense, euphoric burst that ripped through me.

"Aspen," I called out as my back arched.

I closed my eyes and heard Aspen rip something. It sounded like paper, but when I opened my eyes, I saw he was rolling a condom over his huge cock.

He hooked my leg over his shoulder to open me further before pressing himself to my core. With one last look that seemed to ask if I was ready, I nodded as the waves of my orgasm slowly faded.

My eyes widened as he eased inside. He was so big that I worried if he would fit. I knew that idea was ridiculous because, of course, he would fit. Women birthed babies, and no penis was bigger than that.

But I was still tight from my climax, and it wasn’t stopping him.

"," he said as his hand lowered to where we were connected.

Aspen brushed his thumb over my tight little bud as he filled me. It was the most incredible thing I had ever felt.

I reached back for the pillow my head was on just to grab onto something. Aspen pumped in and out of me, slowly at first, but I cried out for more.

Happy to oblige, he reached over with his other hand and cupped my breast, his thumb rubbing my nipple. The combination of sensations was too much. I had another orgasm, but this time, it felt like it came out of nowhere.

It erupted in an instant.

"Fuck," I cried out because I was so surprised by its intensity.

"That's it. Come for me," Aspen said as his rhythm increased.

I heard our skin slap together as I pushed my head back and cried out. My climax ripped through me, causing me to see stars as I closed my eyes.

Then Aspen slowed. I looked up as I saw his orgasm overtake him.

His face twisted, a picture of pure ecstasy and concentration.

With a final thrust, he stilled, the tension radiating off him like heat from a furnace as he collapsed on top of me.

"Sorry," he panted against my neck. "I didn't mean to crush you.

I laughed, short of breath myself, feeling the weight of him pressing me into the couch. "It's okay—it's a good crush."

There was a moment where we just breathed together in sync, something so intimate about it that it made my heart do a funny little flip. I shook it off. Just post-sex euphoria, nothing more.

Then Aspen rolled off and laid close to me on the couch, both of us staring at my ceiling.

"That was..." I trailed off, searching for words I was a little afraid to say out loud.

"Incredible?" Aspen finished for me, propping himself up on one elbow to get a better look at my face.

He was right. Better than I remembered.

"Yes," I said and cleared my throat.

Aspen brushed a few locks of hair that had fallen across my chest.

"Listen, ." Aspen suddenly got a serious look on his face.

That was what I was afraid of. Like all the guys in my life, it was fun while it lasted, but it never lasted long.

I was always the ma'am in the wham, bam, thank you, ma'am that people joked about. At least, that's how guys treated me. It was partly why I focused more on studying and my career than a love life.

Aspen got what he wanted, and now he was done.

The worst part, I had to work with him. I had to pretend he didn’t just use me.

I should have never taken Sophia's advice.

"I know with work... uh, well, what I'm trying to say is—" Aspen said before I cut him off.

"Look, Aspen, it's cool." I pushed myself up, using the pillow as a shield over my chest.

Aspen sat up as he pinched his brows together. "Cool? Uh, I never heard someone call that cool before. But I guess so."

"No, what I'm saying is, I get it if you don't want to do this anymore," I clarified.

Aspen looked around the room and finally stared at the couch. "Not on the couch, no. It's not very comfortable."

I blinked. "Not comfortable?"

Aspen nodded. "Yeah, I think next time we could do it at my place. I got a big bed and one of those all-around showers for after. I think you'd really like that. It's so relaxing. Don't tell the guys, but that bathroom was the reason I bought the house. Like a spa, ya' know?"

The way he looked at me was like a kid wanting to show off his cool toys, excited and happy.

He didn’t want to dump me. He wasn’t just using me.

Then he did something no other guy I had been with ever did.

"That's if you want to continue?" Aspen's gray eyes sheepishly slid to the floor. "I would like to continue this with you, Mel, if you want."

He asked me what I wanted.

"Yes, I do."

His smile grew as he gazed up at me. Why did it feel like I was saying yes to something bigger than just sex?