Chapter 4 Chapter 4

Ervis' Pov

Rose…

The name kept ringing in my head like a sweet melody. I was literally captivated by her, the way she glided across the ice, the raw talent, the stubborn way she tried to push me away before finally letting me in. 

But at the exact same time, my mind was pulled toward the half-naked man standing right in front of me in the dim light of the room.

“Strip,” I murmured, my voice smooth, letting a smirk tug at my lips.

Scott glared at me, his chest heaving, his hands hovering nervously over his waistband. “I can't keep doing this, Ervis. You always tell me to strip like I'm some kind of slut.”

I closed the distance between us in two steps, stopping until my chest was practically pressing against his.

“But you ARE a slut…” I whispered against his ear, my breath hot against his skin. “...my own little slut. Now strip.”

Scott swallowed hard, his eyes fluttering shut for a second as his resolve crumbled. Slowly, with heavy hands, he unbuckled his belt, pulled it through the loops, and let his trousers fall to the floor.

I took a step back and sat down on the edge of the bed, reaching down to undo my own trousers, pulling them off to reveal my fully erect cock.

“Today,” I said, leaning back on one elbow and flashing him a playful, flirtatious grin, “we're going to try something new.”

Scott looked down at me, his eyebrows pulling together in a mix of hesitation and curiosity. “What?”

I gestured down between my legs. “Suck me off.”

He froze, his jaw tightening. “I've never done that before, Ervis.”

“That's exactly why it's new, handsome,” I purred, my accent thick and dripping with promise.

Scott hesitated for one more second before dropping down onto his knees between my legs. He leaned in, taking me into his mouth.

“Yeah... fuck, just like that,” I groaned, throwing my head back as a wave of intense pleasure rushed straight to my gut. My fingers reached down, threading deep into his hair, guiding his rhythm. 

“Faster.”

He increased his pace, working his tongue and lips until the sensation became so tight, that my hips twitched off the bed.

“Stop, stop,” I gasped, my hands tightening in his hair to pull him back.

Scott pulled away, looking up at me breathless, his bottom lip shiny, a worried flash in his eyes. “Did I do it wrong?”

I let out laugh, shaking my head as I reached down to cup his cheek. “You didn't do anything wrong. I just don't want to cum yet. The night is still very young.”

I pulled his face up to mine, capturing his mouth in a deep kiss, tasting myself on his lips. Before he could even recover, I shifted, taking his shoulders and gently pushing him back until he was sitting on the edge of the mattress.

“My turn,” I murmured against his throat. “Sit back and let me pleasure you.”

Scott did as he was told, leaning back with a shuddering breath. I dropped to my knees between his thighs, wrapping my hand around his shaft and taking him into my mouth.

A gasp ripped from Scott's chest. His hands immediately flew down, grabbing a handful of my hair, his knuckles white as he fought a losing battle to keep his eyes open.

I loved the naivety of Scott. It was... fresh. I found it thrilling, beautiful, and a huge turn-on.

Truthfully, I never really had a thing for him. Not until that one beautiful mistake back in Boston. But once turned into twice, twice turned into three times, and now look at us, a whole year deep into sneaking around, making out in secret in terror of anyone finding out.

In reality? I didn't care. I had far less to lose if the world suddenly caught on to what we were doing.

But Scott?

Scott was the star golden boy. He had everything to lose, his precious captaincy, his fans, his future, and he wouldn't risk a single damn piece of it getting caught.

As I felt his hands tightening in my hair, his hips twitching against my mouth, a wild thought flashed through my mind. 

What would he do if he knew about Rose? The girl currently occupying half my thoughts every time I step onto the ice at midnight.

I pulled my mouth away right as I felt his body go rigid, knowing he was right on the edge of reaching his peak.

Scott let out a loud scoff of disbelief, grabbing the nearest pillow and chucking it right at my face. I dodged it, laughing as the feather-filled cushion hit the wall behind me.

I stood up, taking his wrists and pulling him off the bed, bringing his body flush against mine. I captured his lips in a slow, possessive kiss, smirking against his mouth.

“Remember, handsome…” I muttered against his lips, my hands gripping his waist, “...the night is still very young.”

And then, like an unwelcome flicker of light, one face flashed straight through my mind.

Roza…

Before I could even process why her eyes were invading my thoughts right now, the lock on the door clicked, and the wood swung wide open.

Instantly, both Scott and I yanked ourselves apart like we’d just been hit with a voltage of electricity. Naked, breathless, panicked, Scott cursed out loud, scrambling to grab whatever blanket or pants he could reach, until the person stepping into the threshold actually came into view.

It was... Rose.

My brain completely stalled.

At the exact same time, two voices echoed in the small room: “Rose?”

Scott and I snapped our heads around to stare directly at each other, the realization hitting like a collision.

“You know her?” we chimed together, identical looks of shock plastered on our faces.

In a single, agonizing second, the math solved itself in my head. The midnight skating, the boy from Boston, the golden-boy captain, the secret meetings... It all snapped into place. Both of us had somehow fallen for the exact same woman.

And there she stood in the doorway, staring at the two of us naked, her jaw literally hanging open in horror.

Fuck.