Cella didn’t know which was driving her wilder. The flat, “I’ve been a uniform cop for twenty years” voice, the fact that he still had on his clothes, that he understood exactly what she wanted with her only giving him hints—or the feel of his big cock taking current residency inside her pussy?

Fuck it! It was all driving her wild.

So wild she could barely see straight, her hands wiggling in those cuffs, her body writhing beneath his. Especially when she realized he hadn’t moved. He’d entered her, but now he was just ... there. Waiting. Letting her feel every amazing inch of him.

Unable to wait any longer, Cella squeezed her muscles, grinning when she heard him gasp and the muttered curse. Then his hands moved to her waist, holding her steady as he took her hard.

Yet even as he plowed into her, her wrists bound, taking what he wanted from her, Cella realized that she’d never felt safer before. More cared for.

And it was when she understood that, knew the truth of it, that she suddenly came without warning. Considering it was her second orgasm in a short amount of time, she usually needed what she liked to call a little clit love. But here she was, exploding all over the man, her body shaking and nearly twisting out of his hands. Then he was coming right behind her, the hands on her hips turning to claws, digging into her flesh but stopping before any real damage could be done.

While Cella tried to get her breath back, the bear removed the cuffs, his hands rubbing her wrists. He stretched out on the floor and Cella collapsed on top of him. They lay in silence for long minutes until Cella admitted, “You have the biggest cock ...”

Crush laughed, his hand slipping into her hair, massaging her scalp. “Why, thank you.”

“Just felt I should share that.”

“I have to admit, Cella, I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of your after-sex pronouncements.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

Cella crawled over the bear, landing on his chest and bouncing up and down until he woke up.

“Must you do that?”

“Yes.” She laughed, kissed his neck. “I have to get to the Sports Center.”

“No,” Crush whined, reaching for her. “Stay with me here.”

Cella batted off his hands. “Do you really want me to tell the Marauder that I didn’t show up for a game because I was busy having sex with you?”

“He’s all about personal responsibility. He’ll blame you, not me.”

“You bastard.” She pinched his nose and covered his mouth until she felt she’d gotten her message across.

“Now,” she said once she’d released him and he could breathe, “are you coming to the game tonight?”

“Of course, I am. It’s my team. And the Marauder’s playing.”

She covered his nose and mouth again, not letting him push her off until she was sure she’d really gotten her message across. “Are you coming to the game tonight?” she asked again.

“How could I ever dream of missing you play?”

“See? That wasn’t so hard, now was it?”

She kissed him and scrambled off before he could grab her and pull her back. “Do you need tickets or anything?”

“Nope. I’m meeting Conway at the Sports Center.”

“But you are coming to the locker room after, right?”

“Can I bring Conway and totally show off that I’m gettin’ it on with Bare Knuckles Malone?”

“What kind of pretend girlfriend would I be if I didn’t let you do that?”

“So we’re still going for the pretend, eh?”

“Yep. I’ll see you after the game.”

He grumbled something and turned over.

Cella stopped outside the bedroom to find Lola standing there. She’d had Tommy pick up the dog and bring it, her, whatever, to the hotel room. And Crush had been so happy when he’d seen her that Cella just knew she’d have to really face the fact that the man had a dog and that dog, no matter how unattractive, would always be around.

Cella stepped aside and gestured to the bed. “Well, go on. Since I’m not there.”

Lola ran past her, but the poor thing couldn’t leap up on the bear-sized king with those short legs. So Cella, her lip curled in disgust, slipped her hand under that chubby ass and hoisted her onto the bed.

Then, without even a thank-you, the dog ran and cuddled up next to Cella’s bear, burrowing against his chest.

Wishing she could do that herself, Cella forced herself to leave and head down to the lobby. Mario the driver waited right outside, smiling when he saw her approach.

“Hello, Miss Malone.”

“Hi, Mario.”

She handed over her equipment bags to Mario and settled into the backseat. She’d just started to relax when her cell phone went off. She dug it out of her backpack and looked at the text message.

GOOD LUCK TONIGHT, SEXY.

Grinning, Cella texted back:

I BETTER SEE YOU LATER. YOU KNOW HOW I AM AFTER A GAME. HEH.

“Yep,” Cella told Mario. “Best pretend boyfriend ever.”

“Oh, come on, Miss Malone,” Mario playfully shot back. “Pretend boyfriend, my butt. Everybody at KZS knows you’re dating that bear.”

“It’s not official or anything,” she argued.

“Lame.”

“Shut up, Mario.”

They reached the Sports Center pretty quickly considering it was nearly rush hour, and Mario parked right by the front doors.