Dirty Games (Florida Devils Book 1) (Florida Devils Series)

WHEN I HAD sex with Zayn the first time, I couldn’t have imagined things would’ve gotten any better, but last night blew my fucking mind. He was animalistic and took what he needed from me without apology, and it was fucking hot. I’ve never been so turned on in my life as when he took me in the public restroom. It was like he couldn’t wait to have me, and I’ve never felt so desired before. No man has ever made me feel like he’d die if he didn’t have me, and it was amazing. It’s the shit fairy tales are made of.

Lying in the middle of Zayn’s huge king-sized bed with my head on his chest and his arms around me feels incredible. The way our bodies mold together so easily, it’s like we were made for one another. We may have met under weird circumstances, but I believe everything happens for a reason, and we would’ve never ended up here together had we not been through everything in the past.

Zayn’s chest rises and falls in rhythm, and I turn my head so I can gaze at his face. There’s a masculine beauty about him that mesmerizes me. The dark hair on his head is tousled from where I ran my hands through it while he was deep inside me, his gray eyes are framed by dark brows and lashes, while his nose is a tad crooked, indicating it’s been broken a time or two in the past. His lips are the perfect amount of full, making them utterly kissable, while his tattooed skin gives him that bad-boy edge.

How did I get so lucky to land him? It’s like he stepped right out of a dream where I created the perfect man for me.

As if he can feel my stare on him, his eyes flutter until they land on me. The corners of his mouth turn up into a soft smile as he runs his fingers through my hair. “Morning, gorgeous.”

I love when he calls me that. “Morning.”

He bites his bottom lip. “How’d you sleep?”

“So good. It was like someone gave me a sleeping pill and knocked me out for a while. I don’t remember the last time I slept so soundly.”

“Oh, yeah? So you’re saying I wore you out last night?” There’s a devilish grin on his face.

I roll my eyes. “Quit fishing for compliments. You already know you fuck like a god.”

He chuckles and pulls me tighter against his side. “It’s always nice to hear from the mouth of the woman you spent the entire night pleasing. I like to know when I do a good job.”

I chew on the corner of my lower lip. “Having the satisfaction of knowing you gave me at least six orgasms last night isn’t enough? I didn’t even know it was possible to come that many times.”

This earns a grin from him. “Hence, why you slept so well last night?”

“Could be.” I shrug. “It also might have been the way you held me all night. I felt so warm and safe with you.”

“I’m glad you feel that way. I like having you next to me,” he says and then presses a soft kiss against my lips. “You hungry?”

“Starving,” I murmur before I kiss him back, letting him know exactly what I want.

He flips me onto my back, causing me to giggle as his mouth attacks mine. My fingers wrap around his shoulders, but before things can go any further, the weight of someone else jumping onto the bed jerks Zayn’s attention to beside us.

“Hey, buddy,” Zayn greets Dobby. “Give us ten more minutes, pal.”

Zayn tries to nudge the dog off the bed, but Dobby refuses to move. Instead, he lowers his head and releases a series of barks at us.

Zayn sighs and then drops his head, resting his forehead against my chest. “He needs to go outside. I rarely sleep in this late, so he’s held it as long as he can.”

I toy with the hair on the top of his head. “Go take care of the poor baby.”

He presses another sweet kiss to my lips. “I’ll make you some actual food while I’m down there. You’re going to need your strength so we can go a few more rounds.”

I laugh. “You’ll get no argument from me.” Dobby barks again, sounding more agitated. “You better go.”

Zayn sighs and drags himself away from me, acting as if it takes every one of his muscles to move.

After a quick shower, I head downstairs, following the delicious scent of bacon to the kitchen. I lick my lips when I spot Zayn in the kitchen in nothing but his red boxer briefs and a black apron. He looks absolutely ridiculous but extremely sexy at the same time.

He flips the cooked bacon onto a plate covered with a paper towel to absorb the grease. “Just in time.”

I grin as I sit at the counter. “Looks good.” I waggle my eyebrows. “Keep treating me like this, and you’ll never get rid of me.”

“If you think this is me treating you nice, then prepare to have your mind blown. I plan on spoiling you.”

I quirk one eyebrow. “Oh, really?”

“Yes,” he answers with confidence in his voice. “I always take care of what’s mine.” He steps around the counter and kisses me. “And like I told you yesterday and all night long, you’re mine, Vivi.”

I melt into him, loving the idea of this remarkable man staking his claim on me. “I enjoy being yours.”

He stares down at me. “Good. Because I never plan on letting you go. We’ll just have to be careful and keep our relationship quiet until the end of the season.” He kisses me one last time and then pulls the plate closer to me. “Eat, and I’ll go fire up the Harry Potter movie we didn’t finish the other night.”

We spend the day alternating between eating while watching movies and making love. At this point, it won’t take long before we’ve had sex in every room in his house. I’ve never had someone so interested in exploring every inch of my body, but Zayn seems intent on committing every part of me to memory.

My head rests on Zayn’s thigh while Dobby lies by my feet on the couch. An audible gurgle sounds from Zayn’s stomach, causing me to stare up at him and laugh. “Someone’s ready for the pizza to get here already.”

“It’s almost been an hour. I’m not sure how much longer I can hold out. I need to refuel. Our sexual Olympics has worked up an appetite. These big muscles you seem so fond of need sustenance,” he teases and then reaches down to poke me in the side, causing me to giggle. “I’m about to call Cliff and ask him to call me as soon as they check in at the gate so I can have my plate and drink ready by the time they get here.”

The doorbell chimes, and I laugh. “Time-out. Let me go get your pizza before you die of starvation.”

Zayn smacks my ass, causing a slight sting through the skimpy spandex shorts I’m wearing. “Hurry back with your fine ass and my pizza.”

I’m rubbing my backside as I grab the door handle, opening the door wide. The smile I’m wearing drops off my face as soon as I lock eyes with the man standing on the other side of it.

My mouth hangs open, and I can’t stop staring while my mind goes blank. It’s not often I’m at a loss for words, but right now, I’m speechless.

Familiar brown eyes meet mine. “Hello, Vivi.”

I stand there in silence and then shake my head, trying to break through the shock I feel because I never expected to see Robert again, yet here he is.