Page 81 of Risky Play

I stared at Matt, hoping he wouldn’t make me say it.

He frowned. “Maddie, what’s going on?”

The brick sank further, anxiety snarling itself inside me. “He’s my ex.”

A scowl darkened across Matt’s face. “The one who did the revenge porn?”

I nodded.

Matt folded me into his big arms. “Oh, sweet pea, I’m sorry.”

“Please promise you won’t fight him?”

His jaw was set into a hard line.

“Matt…”

“Okay, I won’t. But he’s gonna try to rile up Noah.”

“I know!” I exclaimed. “Try to tell him to keep a cool head, okay?”

He tilted my head down and looked deep into my eyes. “I promise. No fighting. But how does New York not know that?”

I shrugged. “They probably don’t care. A lot of white men in hockey get away with anything.”

That was the unfortunate part about the sport I love. There were a lot of shitty people in it who did terrible things and got away with it all because they could score a goal. I didn’t want to talk to my brother, but I pulled out my phone and gave him a warning.

ME: DO NOT GO AFTER THAT ASSHOLE CHESTER!

NOAH: I thought you were mad at me?

ME: I still am, but don’t jeopardize your career by going after some rookie that’s probably not going to stay in the big league.

NOAH: I’m not making any promises.

I groaned. Big brothers were the worst.

Matt seemed to know I needed a distraction because he rolled me over so I was straddling him and took my mouth. I melted into his touch, letting him slide his tongue into my mouth. It didn’t take long for our clothes to fall off.

Matt grabbed a condom when I stopped him. “Wait.”

He stared into my eyes. “What’s wrong?”

I raised my hands over my head. “You didn’t get to tie me to the bed last night.”

He gave me a wolfish grin. “Oh, is that what you want?”

“Mmmhmm.”

He set the condom down and reached into the drawer for the cuffs. He unhooked the chain in between the cuffs and hooked straps onto each one. He got back into bed and straddled me. He lifted one of my hands above my head and put the cuff around my wrist, and then he tied the strap to the headboard. He took my other hand and repeated the action so I was spread out like his plaything.

He cupped my face. “Okay?”

I tried to move my hands to escape and struggled. “Good.”

“Not too tight?”

I shook my head. “It’s perfect. Now get inside me.”