Page 66 of Sticks and Stones (Shadow Valley U)
“We’re your last table, right?”
I peek around him. The guys have left, and the busboy is already putting their empty cups in his tub.
“Yep. Looks like I’m off.”
“I’ll pick you up at the back after you grab your things.”
Stone turns and makes his way through the doors. I furrow my brow but go about my usual business, counting my tips and leaving some for the busboy. I clock out and wave to Ally before turning and heading for the employee entrance.
The hall is dark, except for a single light casting a dim glow over the bathroom door. I pull my purse up on my shoulder and suck in a screeching scream when the door flies open, and a familiar hand grabs onto my upper arm, pulling me into the bathroom.
Stone’s palm is against my mouth, so my scream sounds muffled. He shakes his head at the same time his fingers skim down to my chin, holding my face close to his. “You need to be carrying Mace. I could have been anyone grabbing you.”
I gulp because he’s right, but there’s a very unlikely chance I’ll admit it out loud. “Who could grab me with you constantly lurking in the shadows to protect me?”
“Protect you?” he whispers. “This isn’t me protecting you.”
The porcelain sink cuts into my lower back when Stone presses into me.
“This is payback.”
His wink seals the deal, because I’m putty in his hands. My tongue darts out, and with the way his eyes glimmer beneath the dull bathroom light, I know he likes it.
“What were you and your little friend talking about?”
My fingers slip against the porcelain as I reach back and steady myself on the sink. I tilt my chin and give Stone access to his favorite spot. His teeth graze my thrumming pulse, and the beating increases.
“Hmm. None of your business,” I tease.
Suddenly, I’m flipped around and staring at us in the dingy mirror. My head flies backward with Stone’s finger hooked beneath my hair tie. My hair cascades down my shoulders, and I gasp in pleasure when he drops the black elastic in the sink.
“Everything about you is my business, baby.”
“Stone,” I say, stuck between excitement and annoyance.
“Wren,” he replies, placing a kiss against my neck. “Tell me what you two were whispering about? Telling her how good I am in bed?”
His smile is a faint touch against my skin. I breathe out through my nose and have a hard time sucking the air back in. “I told her you were terrible in bed.”
I smile at his sarcastic laugh, but the hard nudge against my backside drowns out the noise. I’ve never been one to mess around anywhere other than a bedroom with the door locked, but after he took me in the rink, I think it might be the biggest turn-on of all. “Do you think I’ll be as terrible in this disgusting employee bathroom as I am in the bedroom?”
Let’s find out.
I push back against him, enjoying his grunt. His hands fly to my waist, and he pushes me forward. I shiver at the dominance he yields and almost turn around and fall to my knees to show him that I’m at his mercy. I would never do such a thing, but I want to.
The way his hand caresses the curve of my butt has me meeting his eye. He smirks at the sound of my jeans zipper, and I throw my head back at the air grazing my skin.
“Tell me what you two were talking about, or I’ll pay you back far more than I plan to.”
What does that mean?
A whimper creeps up my throat when his thumb brushes my clit.Fuck him.
“I asked her…” I grip the sink harder. “To go to the hockey game with me tomorrow.”
Stone’s hand stops moving, and he steps away, putting space between us. “What?”
“I… I asked if she wanted to watch the game with me tomorrow. In the stands.”