Sinful Secrets (Savannah Sharks Hockey and Mafia #2)

Chapter 13

Chapter Thirteen

SAVANNAH

Making decisions that will affect the rest of my life can’t be done overnight or on a whim. I need time to think and plan. And overthink and stress. It’s all a part of my process.

He chuckles as if he’s concocting a plan for my future.

Hopefully, he doesn’t go crazy and buy a design studio and claim he did it because he’s an investor in my future business.

I know he means well, but I need to do some things on my own. And preferably without him throwing his money around.

“You still have plenty of time to make those decisions.”

I dab my lips with the cloth napkin. “Good, because one thing I know is that I want to spend all night with you.”

He grabs our plates. “Then let’s go.”

My body hums with electricity and anticipation at what’s to come.

Hopefully me. Multiple times.

I cough to cover up the tiny moan that comes from deep within. Spencer stops for a moment and I run into his back.

I catch myself before I completely lose my balance. “Are you okay? Why’d you stop?”

He turns around, looking like he wants to devour me. “Don’t think I didn’t hear that sexy little moan. I know you are just waiting to burst at the seams. I’ve been rock hard since our phone call.”

I close my eyes for a moment and take a deep breath to keep myself from coming right here, right now. I haven’t been able to come since the phone sex, and believe me, I’ve tried. It was so thrilling and exciting.

Something new and completely unexpected.

Spencer shakes his head before continuing through the restaurant door. He pays for lunch and we say our goodbyes before getting in his car and heading back toward my dorm.

As luck would have it, we hit red light after red light, delaying our gratification.

At the next stoplight, Spencer trails his fingers up my thigh, getting closer and closer to my sweet spot. When the light turns green, he moves his hand down my leg to my knee, where it rests until the next red light.

His feather light touch drives me wild, so I return the favor.

As soon as he moves his hand down to my knee, I reach across the center console and run my fingers up his thigh toward the tent in his shorts.

He growls as his muscles tense. His hand moves off my knee to cover mine, preventing me from getting closer to his erection.

“So you can torture me, but you can’t take when I tease you?”

“It’s easier for you to rebound after an orgasm. I don’t want things to end before they start due to your teasing .”

I shrug and lift his hand off mine and place it on my upper thigh, at the edge of my shorts. “Well, then, don’t stop teasing me or else my hand will find its way over to you.”

His fingers dip inside my shorts, teasing my thigh as it finds its way to my lace panties.

I silently curse my choice of wearing jean shorts. They don’t have much give to them in this situation, so I unbutton and unzip my shorts before pulling them off to give him better access.

His gaze wanders over the tiny scrap of lace.

“God, you are a temptress.”

His fingers move through my lower lips, my arousal coating them as he thrusts them inside my pussy.

He slowly teases me until we get stopped for another red light, then he fucks me with no inhibitions or cares as to who may see.

I throw my head back and give in to this very public act.

His fingers pump in and out of me with only one mission in mind- make me orgasm. My walls clamp down, keeping his fingers trapped inside my warmth as mini explosions detonate inside me.

I squeeze my eyes closed, reveling in every ounce of pleasure as I can. I barely register the car moving.

Opening my eyes, I’m met with his much darker and hungrier ones.

“Spencer, I need you inside of me.”

He groans as he turns back toward the road. “We’re only a few minutes from your dorm.”

“But I need you now.”

He removes his fingers from my pussy and offers them to me. I suck his fingers into my mouth, tasting myself on him when an idea pops into my head.

“Turn left at the next light and take an immediate right. Then follow the road for like a quarter of a mile.”

Spencer turns at the light and pulls into our destination. He looks over at me in disbelief. “A cemetery? Isn’t that kind of morbid?”

“No one comes here at night, so we’ll have complete privacy. Besides, they won’t mind.”

“They? As in the dead, won’t mind?” His chuckle is mixed with shock.

“Are you saying this makes you uncomfortable? The guy that can threaten people and deal drugs while being in the mafia. I don’t believe this.”

“What if we get caught?”

I let out a soft laugh. “We’re only going to get caught if you don’t drive further into the cemetery. Trust me, I’ll be quick.”

He doesn’t move. He stares at me as if I completely lost my mind.

Maybe I have. I’m horny and needy. And I’ll start things with or without his help.

I dip my hand inside my panties, slowly sliding my fingers over my tight nub. I lean my head back and close my eyes as my fingers delve deeper.

Reaching up with my other hand, I caress my breast, scraping my nail across my nipple. I let out a moan as my nipples harden and my hips undulate on their own.

“Fuck, Savannah.”

I crack open my eyes and turn my head toward him. “That’s the plan, but it would be easier with your cock inside me. Please? I’ll even do all the work.”

I’m not above begging, especially if it works.

He glances around before driving deeper into the cemetery. He parks off to the side and turns the car off.

“Smart thinking.”

I climb across the center console and position myself over his lap. I swiftly undo his pants and free his cock before sliding the condom on and easing myself down his shaft.

“Oh, fuck.” I moan as he fills me completely.

His hands grip my hips and lift me up before slamming me back down on his cock. My fingers find my clit, bringing me closer to cloud nine.

Of course, he’d be the one to take control. He always wants to be in control, but who am I to complain?

As he continues to bring me closer and closer to the cliff of ecstasy, I stare into his eyes and know I am completely in love with him.

I don’t know when it happened or even how it happened, but it did.

I love Spencer Reed.

I love him, and I don’t care that he’s a professional hockey player who travels way more than someone ever should, or that he’s in the mafia and probably threatens people daily.

He’s overprotective yet caring, demanding yet giving, rich and famous yet humble and loving.

He’s perfect for me.

I open my mouth to tell him how I feel, but his lips press against mine as he slams me down on his cock once more before we come together.

I scream into his mouth as his release fills the condom.

After several moments of just being in this post-coital bliss, I climb back over the center console and redress.

Spencer fixes himself before driving around the outer loop of the cemetery and getting back on the main road.

When we get to my dorm, I listen outside of the door. I don’t want to walk in on Justine and Connor again.

It’s quiet, so I unlock the door and head inside with Spencer on my tail.

No one is home.

I wonder if Justine is at Connor’s. They haven’t been here together since the night Spencer threatened him.

“Where’s your television? Were you robbed?”

I glance to where the television and stand used to be. “Uh, no, actually, I moved it into my room. After the incident with Justine, I stopped hanging out here. It was my television to begin with, and I get more work done when I’m in my room alone, anyway.”

Spencer follows me into my room. I change into my pajamas and he strips until he’s standing in nothing but his boxer briefs.

We climb under my covers, like we are an old married couple who have done this every night for the past decade.

His phone chimes with a message. He checks who it’s from but doesn’t respond. A few moments later, it rings, but instead of answering the call, he turns his phone off.

“You can get that if you need to.”

“There’s no one I want to talk to except you.”

“What if it’s important?”

It could be anyone. The mafia. The Savannah Sharks.

“They had me for the past two days. They’ll get over it.”

He scoots lower on my bed and rests his head on my spare pillow. “How about we stay in for the rest of the night and have a romantic night, just the two of us? I’ll even feed you your chocolate when you get hungry since we forgot dessert.”

“We just had a different kind of dessert.” I playfully smack him before I lay my head on his shoulder and rub my fingers down his chest, committing each groove and plane to memory.

“You’re going to distract me.”

I lift up the cover to look at his near naked body. “You laying here almost naked distracts me.”

“I believe I have some explaining to do.”

I nod my head, unable to speak. The air feels heavier, like everything is about to change between us.

“The mafia wasn’t something I ever planned to do. Hell, I thought it was ancient and never happened anymore, but one day, one of my best friends came to me and asked if I could help with something secretive.”

“And let me guess, you said yes.”

“Of course I did. He was my best friend. Our other best friend, Rhett, was just dumped by his sister, so I thought it was going to be a guy’s trip to cheer him up.”

“But it wasn’t?” I whisper.

“No. It was shipyard work. Moving pallets of drugs in the middle of the night. I was hesitant at first. I followed the laws and never got into trouble. My reputation was spotless, which is a miracle in the NHL.”

“So why do it?”

I understand being tempted by the lifestyle. Hell, even I did it, but I needed the money. He didn’t.

“Honestly, I don’t know. I already considered Rhett and Joey like my brothers, and like brothers, when one needs help, we all chip in. Arturo must have liked me because he gave me bigger jobs and more responsibility within the organization.”

“So you’re pretty high up?”

“Not really. Arturo doesn’t really keep a hierarchy, so to speak, but I’m lower than Joey and Rhett.”

“Joey, I get because he’s the boss’s son, but why Rhett?”

“He’s engaged to Joey’s sister. The mafia princess.”

“The one the gang bragged about shooting? Is she alright?”

“Yeah, she’s fine now, but they will continue being a problem for all of us until we can stop them.”

His words linger in the air.

Stop them.

Meaning kill them.

I can’t lose Spencer, not this soon. I wrap my hand around his erection, lightly stroking his length.

He groans. “There’s so much I still want to know about you.”

“Then ask quickly because I have other ideas.”

He flips over, pinning me to the mattress. “How about for every question you answer for me, I’ll do one thing for you?”

“Like what?”

“Whatever you tell me to do, but you have to tell me exactly where you want my hands, mouth, cock, or any other body part.”

“Ugh, really? You know I suck at dirty talk. I can think it or type it out, but saying the words out loud is completely different.”

“It drives me wild hearing you tell me what you want.” He leans down and captures my lip between his teeth.

“Fine, but just know I’m going to hate every second of it.”

More like I’ll hate having to tell him what I want because every time he touches me, my brain short circuits.

He laughs before spreading my legs and lightly wrapping them around his waist.

“I’ll start with an easy question. What’s your favorite flower?”

“Sunflower.” I pause before saying, “Play with my nipples like you usually do. Just the way I love it.”

“Fuck, I love when you act shy.” He pushes my tank top up, exposing my breasts before doing exactly as I asked.

My nipples pebble under his touch as they form stiff peaks.

I could stay like this forever.

He pauses his teasing to ask, “What’s your favorite food?”

“I’m not picky, but I love Chinese and Indian.”

“I’ll remember that.” He stops teasing my nipples and stares at me, waiting for my next command.

“Keep teasing my nipples. I love when you lick, suck, and bite them.”

His hot mouth wraps around one, sucking it until I squirm under him.

He releases my nipple from his mouth with a loud pop. “I love how responsive you are to me.”

“Don’t stop.” I arch my back, pushing my breasts closer to his face.

He chuckles, but continues with the opposite breast. He swipes his tongue across the stiff peak before sucking it into his mouth. This time, when he releases the nipple, he blows cold air onto it.

They harden until near pain, but his warm mouth covers it once again.

“If you don’t ask another question, I’m going to assume this game is over and get to the good part.”

He glances at me. “What is your favorite color?”

“That’s an easy question. Yellow.” I pull the covers off. “I want you to do that thing with your tongue that makes me scream.”

He pulls off my lounge shorts and settles between my legs, draping them over his shoulders.

“Tell me one of your fantasies.”

“Um, I don’t really have one.”

“Everyone has one.” His warm breath on my most intimate area sends pleasure down my spine.

“I guess it’d have to be the scene in The Notebook.”

“What scene?”

“You know, the scene of them against the wall.” He looks confused. “Wait. Don’t tell me you’ve never seen The Notebook.”

He shakes his head. “I’ve never seen it.”

Sitting up, I smack my hands on my cover. “That’s it. We’re having a movie night. We can resume the twenty questions afterwards.”

He glances at my pussy. “You want to watch a movie right now?”

“Why not? Except-” Frowning at him, I say, “I answered all of your questions, but I don’t know any of your favorites.”

“Water lily. Italian. Blue. And I’ll keep that a surprise for one day in the future.”

I furrow my eyebrows. “You don’t want to tell me one of your fantasies?”

“Of course I do, but I feel like that might ruin some of my mystery that you seem to love.”

“Fine, keep it a secret. I’ll just keep mine a secret as well.”

He wraps his arms around my legs and pulls me down to the edge of my mattress until my pussy is up against his face.

His tongue snakes out and licks my slit before teasing my tight nub.

“Fuck, Spencer. I love when you do that.”

I could spend every night like this. Just being with Spencer, pleasuring one another, and me screaming his name for all to hear.