When the game was over, Malory and I returned to the hotel. I didn't feel like having a drink in the bar, so I settled for bottled water while sitting with the other wives and girlfriends. They talked about the game and I thought about Killian.
"I'm going back to my room," I whispered to Malory.
"Okay. I probably won't see you until next week at the opening game."
I went to the suite and walked around, unable to sit still. When the door finally opened, I turned and watched Killian walk in.
"Everything off below the waist. Now."
I stared for a moment.
"Now, Legs. I want you just in my jersey while I f**k you."
"Are you hurt?"
He gave me a frustrated sigh and walked until his chest pressed into the front of me and his lips were mere inches away. He found the top of my pants, but his
