The boys have been on a roll.

Another away game victory, which brings us that much closer to the playoffs, has the team electric in the locker room. I can hear them from out in the hallway chanting and shouting at the top of their lungs, trying to fight a grin but epically failing.

After the overtime period ended with no score, I took the perfect shot of Connor scoring the winning goal during the shootout. The team raced out onto the ice and lifted him onto their shoulders, the opposing team shouting vulgar obscenities as they exited the rink. It took everything I had not to run onto the ice and kiss Connor's face off, but to the world, he's a player, and I'm the team's photographer. I won't risk losing this job. Not when I've come so far.

Lacey was thrilled after I showed her the photo I captured, urging me to email it to her as soon as possible. I don't blame her for wanting to get her hands on it. Behind his helmet, Connor's curls are sticking to his forehead with sweat, his face set with nothing but predatory focus as her zeroes in on the goalie. This picture is gold. I'm almost annoyed that other girls will have the opportunity to fawn over it as much as me.

Flicking through the other countless photos from tonight's game, it's an effort not to roll my eyes. Since when did I become so territorial? Two and a half months ago, if someone told me I'd agree to be Connor's girlfriend, I'd laugh in their face. But now I'm in total puck bunny mode waiting outside of the locker room practically itching to get my hands on him.

I assume the famous four knows we're together. I'd be surprised if Connor didn't tell them. And while we have to keep our public displays of affection to a minimum when we're around each other, I've found I can come up with creative ways to tease him and indirectly claim him as mine.

"We're getting fucked up tonight!" Mattie yells as he pushes the door pushes open. Levi follows behind him with a tired grin.

"I don't know how you have so much energy," Levi says. "I'm fucking exhausted."

"Oh, come on," Matti groans. "At least come to the bar for one round. You can get back to putting your apron on and prepping our Thanksgiving meal when we get home. There's time for sleep later."

Finally, the man I've been waiting for exits the locker room. Almost instantly, his eyes meet mine, and when they drift lower...

Yep. That's the reaction I was looking for.

I figured the team would want to go out and celebrate tonight, so I changed after the game into something I stole from Connor's closet last night. His jersey is huge on me, a makeshift dress that hangs just above my knees, and I changed into a pair of black thigh-high boots to match the black in the team's colors.

"Thanksgiving takes a lot of energy! Do you know how much prepping goes into it?" Levi continues to argue with Matti as Connor takes his fill of me. He's been begging since he met me to wear his damn number. Now that I'm officially his girlfriend, it seems fitting.

"Hey, Aria." Matti fists bumps me, jerking his head to the exit. "Are you coming with us?"

"She can't," Connor answers for me, eyes locked directly on mine. "We have plans."

Oh, god.

I feel his answer all the way down to my toes.

Matti glances at Connor, then back to me before his lips form a thin line. "Oh. Those plans. Got it."

Cal joins the group, shaking out his wet hair from the shower I'm assuming he took. "I'm ready for a shot of whiskey. Are we going or what?"

"Yep. Leaving now. Connor's staying back to fuck." Matti ducks when Connor tries to swing at him, erupting into a fit of laughter. "The fact that you're not even denying it makes it so much better!"

Cal's face twists up into pure disgust as if the thought of us having sex is enough to make his eyes burn. "Great. Thanks for that."

"I think it's nice Connor found the woman he wants to be with," Levi adds. "It sounds a lot better than drinking ourselves into oblivion every weekend." He keeps his tone light, but underneath is a trace of jealousy. Another flicker of an emotion I can't decipher passes across his face before he clears his throat and steps towards the door. "Enjoy yourselves," he calls over his shoulder.

Dammit. I've never been a meddler, but ever since Esme and I went to dinner, I've been dying to know why Levi turned her down when he seems so infatuated with her whenever she's around. "Levi?"

He spins to face me. "Yeah?"

"Uh, about the Friendsgiving thing... I was wondering if it would be okay for me to invite Esme along. With my family living in a different state, having her there would be nice. I totally get it's last minute, so if it's a problem she doesn't have to come."

Silence falls over the boys who are normally talking my ear off. Even Connor seems to pull himself from his lust-filled gaze, waiting to see his friend's response. Whatever happened between him and Esme, the famous four are aware of it.

Seconds turn into almost a full minute before Levi finally dips his chin. "Yeah. She can come."

Connor's eyebrows fly to his hairline.

"Awesome! I'll text her to let her know."

Cal pushes between all of us and flings the door open. "If you all are done matchmaking and talking about who's fucking who, I'd really like to grab that shot. My back is on fire."

Matti and Levi give us a small wave before they follow the intense, brooding hockey player into the parking lot. I'm about to ask Connor why Cal's so fucking miserable all the time when I'm suddenly pressed up against the wall. Connor stands over me, dominating me in a way that thrills me. "You're wearing my jersey," he says.

"Just your jersey," I correct, letting him piece two and two together. I relish the way his eyes darken into the shade of green that resembles a pine forest. It was ballsy to go commando, but to get this reaction? One hundred percent worth it.

"Number three has never looked so damn good." He's wary of the cameras around us, letting out an aggravated sigh before he heads for the exit. "Still know how to handle a stick shift?"

"Why do you ask?" I follow him outside, cursing from the freezing cold draft between my legs. Chicago weather in November is not forgiving.

Connor's large frame seems to be coiled tight like a snake ready to strike. He stalks towards the parking lot, forcing me to jog to keep up. "The boys took an Uber to the bar, so I'm about to fuck you senseless in the rental. Hoping you'll do the same to me."

Oh, god.

Yes.

***

As soon as the car door shuts behind us, Connor unleashes himself on me.

A snake waiting to strike, indeed.

The emotions thrumming between us aren't sentimental tonight. We're a mess of panting, clashing teeth, and primal hunger as we devour each other in the back seat. Connor had to push both seats up as far as they could go to even remotely fit in the back of the SUV and have room for his legs, but now that the windows are fogging up around us, we both couldn't care less about leg room.

"Someone might see us," I gasp for air, breaking the kiss.

"They'd have to catch us first," he replies with that wicked, arrogant grin of his. "And I plan on making this rough and quick, Aria. You can't possibly think I'd last long knowing you're bare for me underneath this jersey, right?" To emphasize his point, he whips his cock out with rapid speed, stroking it between us while I straddle his thighs.

He said he wanted to fuck me, but it's about time I do the same to him. I want to remind him why I turned his world upside down in the Maldives all those years ago. I want to reveal the version of myself before my mask. The wild, playful, wild side of me I've kept locked away for so long.

Sliding off his lap, I maneuver myself in the tight space until I'm facing away from him, straddling his thighs once more.

"What are you doing?" He asks breathlessly, voice strained.

Leaning forward to support most of my weight on the console, his jersey rides up my ass, and I allow him to take in just how ready I am for it. How wet he makes me.

The groan he gives from the sight is enough to cause my knees to buckle, but I pull myself together and put one hand between my thighs to grasp his cock, moving it to slide along my entrance. I'm more than pleased to have elicited another noise from him.

Rough and quick. We can't risk being discovered. I keep repeating that to myself when I sink onto his cock, my pussy attempting and failing to stretch from the sheer size of him. My body is telling me to take this nice and slow so I can savor every second, but we don't have the time for that. Not tonight.

He hisses, thrusting his hips gently to coax against my walls until he's fully hilted inside of me. Then, I begin to move my hips, riding him in a reverse cowgirl position that I'm almost certain he'll never forget.

"Did you picture me like this in your jersey?" I ask innocently, a hint of seduction laced into my voice. "Having me ride your cock like this while wearing your number?"

Connor grasps the said jersey in question, balling it up into a fist so the fabric is strained tightly against my body. "You're fucking beautiful," he seethes, and fuck if it doesn't make my chest explode. He's muttering the same sentence he did in The Maldives, and a small, irrational part of me wonders if he'd still think the same if he discovered what I did. "Fuck, your pussy is so fucking tight."

I ride him harder, faster until I'm throwing it back on him completely, the sound of my ass clapping against his thighs surrounding the car. Connor isn't speaking, and I can only imagine what he looks like right now. His head is probably thrown back against the seat, his face set with that same focus he had on the goalie tonight, except this time, his focus is on trying not to bust.

And that tiny possessive part of me has my blood heating at the thought. Girls across the country can look at that photo of him scoring the winning goal and swoon while envisioning him as their future husband, but I'm getting to experience that predatory expression firsthand. I put it there.

"Let me take over" he pleads. "I don't want this to be too quick, but fuck. You feel so fucking good, and fuck, Aria. God damn. Are you—"

Yes. My orgasm is already shooting through my body as I use his cock to my liking. It sends a new rush of wetness barreling between us, and from the shark intake of air Connor takes, he knows just as well as I do that he's not going to be able to take over. Not in this car, at least.

Connor smacks my ass hard enough to leave a handprint, proving me wrong. "You ride me so fucking good, baby. Just like that. You're gonna make me come."

Sweat trickles down my spine from the heat we've created in the small space, but hearing him praise me is enough to gain a second wind. My fingers dig into the console when his hips thrust into mine. As soon as he starts, he doesn't stop, gaining speed and power with every lift of his thighs. My jaw drops open from the feeling as he pounds me hard enough for the car to creak.

"Tell me you want my come," he seethes. "I need to hear you say it."

"Please!" I scream, using every muscle to try and keep myself in place. He's too strong for his own good, but the pleasure it brings me has me wanting to go to heaven. I could die in this car blissfully happy and content. "Please give me your come."

When I don't think his cock can be pushed any deeper inside of me, I'm mistaken. He plunges into me while tightening his grasp on the jersey. It leaves nowhere for me to go. I'm at his mercy while being forced to take his size and loving every second of it.

I lean harder on the console, my head thrown back as he drills into me, and—

A loud crack from beneath us has me glancing down just as Connor screams my name. He stills beneath me, his grip flexing on the jersey and his thighs shaking. I allow him a couple of seconds to breathe before I slide off of him and say, "We broke the damn console."

Connor's eyes flutter open. Tiredness is written all over his face. Not that I can blame him. They went through overtime and a shootout tonight. "What?"

"The console." I move to sit beside him so he can take a good look. There's a large jagged crack running down the middle where I was trying to hold myself in place.

Connor eyes the damage, and then he laughs. He laughs so hard he has to grip his sides, and eventually, I join in at the utter craziness of it all. How the fuck does one break a car from fucking?

Both of our eyes are watering when he says, "I'll pay for the damages. It's fine. It'll be worth every penny."

"Are you sure?"

His eyes glimmer with mischief. "You didn't have the view I did, Aria. Yes, I'm sure. More than sure. I'll have to spin something when the boys see it tomorrow, but it'll be fine."

"Please. As if those lugs won't piece it together as soon as they see it."

He chuckles as he slides his sweatpants and briefs up. "You're probably right about that. I don't have regrets though. Do you?"

Eyeing the crack in the console again, I feel nothing but happiness. Pure, unrelenting happiness. Tonight I did something that could have gotten us caught. I was wild and carefree like I was all those years ago, and instead of feeling guilty for it, I'm...

God, I am not going to start crying tears of joy after getting railed.

Swallowing down the sobs, I'm beaming from ear to ear as I reply, "No regrets whatsoever."

Author's Note:

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