Michael Raffl had never gotten along with his sister-in-law from day one. Well, she wasn’t technically his sister-in-law, that point should be made clear right away; she was his brother’s wife’s sister, so his sister-in-law’s sister. In any case, Brooklyn Newberry was nothing short of a massive pain in his ass. If she wasn’t making a sarcastic comment then she was chirping him nonstop about a Flyer’s loss or gloating over a Bruins win. How Thomas had managed to marry into a family of Bruins fans Michael would never know, and he would never like it either.

Beyond her, at best annoying at worst infuriating, personality flaws, the woman was also constantly wearing skin-tight tank tops, even in the middle of east coast winters, layering cardigans and coats over the top that eventually came off when they were inside. As such, year round he was forced to wallow in her frustrating company and suffer involuntary boners at the sight of thin fabric barely containing her heaving breasts and luscious hips. The low-slung skinny jeans she sported didn’t exactly detract from her beautiful ass either.

Every once and awhile, when she would have a rare moment of calm or quiet, he would look over at her and get the chance to appreciate those soulful brown eyes, her pink mouth curving into a gentle smile as she listened to her sister tell a story. And for just a second, he would imagine a world in which Brooklyn was as sweet as she looked. Then, like always, her mouth would start running, his fantasy ruined, his anger reignited.

To make matters worse, she was best friends with her sister and he was extremely close with his brother so he had to see her all the time. All the goddamn time.

“Where’s Brook?”

Thomas looked around his backyard that was slowly filling with people and answered his wife, “I don’t know. I haven’t seen her in a while.”

Caroline passed a glance over their guests’ faces and frowned. “And where’s Michael? Will you please go find them and make sure they aren’t throttling each other.”

Leaning down, Thomas kissed his wife’s cheek gently and laid a comforting hand on her rapidly growing belly that was ripe with his child. “Don’t worry, I’ll check on them.”

He made his way towards their home, stopping to chat briefly with a few people as he went. When he hit the kitchen, he let out a sigh. All he wanted was a nice barbecue with his friends and family to celebrate nothing but the fact that it was a lovely summer day and life was good. If his brother and sister-in-law ruined it by acting like their normal selves, he was going to kill them both.

He couldn’t find them in the kitchen or living room so he made his way upstairs, just to be sure. That was when he heard the yelling from Brooklyn and the low tones murmured from Michael. His brother might be quiet, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t a major instigator of their constant tiffs. And to top it all off, they were in the future nursery, probably injecting bad vibes into the paint with their snarkiness.

Thomas banged on the door and the noise from within stopped. “Hey, you both better get this out of your system before you come back out there because if you upset my pregnant wife with your bickering, I’m gonna drown you in my pool.”

He walked away without waiting for a response and returned to Caroline. “Did you find them?”

“Yeah, they’re fine. Just looking at the baby’s room, not fighting.”

“Seriously? Those two in a room together and not going at it like cats and dogs?” Thomas shrugged, unwilling to lie anymore. Caroline looked relieved so he would live with himself. “Well, alright then. Your dad was looking for you, wants to start getting stuff on the grill.”

Upstairs, Thomas’ interruption was only a break between rounds. As soon as he was gone, they were back at it, with Brooklyn shouting, “And another thing -”

While he was quiet, Michael was just as angry. “Seriously, just shut the fuck up, Brooklyn and let’s try not to ruin another family function.”

“Shut the fuck up? You shut the fuck up, you childish prick.”

“Oh, right, I’m the childish one. I’m not the one who challenged a five year old to a foot race and then pouted about losing for the rest of the afternoon.”

“Well, I’m not the one who cheated while playing Go Fish.”

“What?! I never cheated.”

“Oh yeah, you did, I saw you pulling cards out of your pocket.”

“You’re insane, that never happened.”

“Ok, Mr. Selective Memory. How about Christmas last year when you looked actually jealous that Jack got the new XBox.”

“I wasn’t jealous.”

“Except you were.” She smiled that smug grin of hers and it made his blood boil, which momentarily distracted him from the fact that the woman was in a pair of shorts so small he wondered why she even bothered wearing anything at all. She went on, “Which is funny because it’s not like you couldn’t just buy yourself one. Wait a minute, maybe you spent all your money on that skinny blond bitch, what was her name?”

Michael fumed, but couldn’t find the words to respond. How dare she bring up Brittany when that was over, done. A massive mistake of the gold digging variety and one he really didn’t want thrown back in his face. Especially not by Brooklyn.

When he didn’t answer, Brooklyn watched him seethe, knowing she had struck a nerve. “Oh, well. Guess it doesn’t matter now. She’s gone, along with half your bank balance.”

She walked towards the door, but when she got close to him, Michael grabbed her by both shoulders, shaking her slightly. “Take it back.”

“Which part? When I called you an overgrown man child or when I called your ex a bitch?”

“Both.” While he didn’t really care about the ex part, he and Brooklyn always had to make things difficult for the other.

His grip tightened on her arms, but Brooklyn met him head on. Stepping forward, forcing him to back up, she went nose-to-nose with him. “Make me.”

He spun them and slammed her up against the wall with a force he would’ve never thought he could use against a woman. They weren’t joking around anymore and for a brief moment, Brooklyn was slightly afraid. However, she knew in her heart that this was sweet, charming, lovable Michael who would never hurt a fly and who was only antagonistic with her. And damn her to hell if that wasn’t sexy as anything ever was. She knew she should not be turned on his act of violence, but she was, in a bad way. Mostly because she was confident he would never actually hurt her.

Michael didn’t know what had come over him. He had just roughly put his hands on Brooklyn, a woman he thrived on hating, but still, a member of his inner circle, his extended family. This was not right, in any way, shape, or form. He loosened his hold in shock, but she whimpered when he tried to let go. When his hands held onto her skin again, she gasped and he took a moment to notice her elevated breathing, the way she was shifting her hips, her tongue tracing along her lips to wet them as if she expected him to kiss her.

“Michael…”

“I said shut the fuck up, Brooklyn.”

She only had a half second to appreciate the breathy tone he used when he said her name before she was overcome by the feel of his lips smashing against hers. He held them there, still for a few moments that felt like hours, until Brooklyn let out a breath and moaned, dropping her jaw. He kissed her again, open mouth to open mouth, his tongue slithering through her lips to fill her with the warm taste of him. If pushing against the wall was confusing, this kiss was even worse. And yet, it was something he had thought about doing for a long time, and if she was enjoying it, he wasn’t about to stop now.

Brooklyn couldn’t help it, she moaned again and Michael squeezed her biceps before dragging his hands down to grasp her wrists, which he promptly pinned against the wall. He tilted his head, moved to kiss her again and at the same time laid his body flat against hers. With her back against the wall, literally, and Michael kissing the thoughts clear out of her head, Brooklyn was just desperate for more, she had to feel him but he was controlling her hands.

She freed one of her legs from his oppressive force and wrapped it around his waist, pulling his hips flush against her and then breaking her mouth from his, gasping for air and clarity. “Jesus, fuck, Mike.”

Free of her mouth, but now dealing with his throbbing cock pressed against her heated pussy, Michael tried to form a complete sentence. “Brooklyn…what…what are we doing?”

Her eyes were playful, but hooded with lust. “You started it.”

He smiled wide, both hating and loving how this woman could never stop being contrary. “I did. I’m…sorry, I don’t know -”

“Just shut the fuck up and do it again.”

“Yeah…good idea.” He kissed her again and again and again, releasing her wrists so he could cradle her face in his hands, tilting her head whichever way he needed it to get the best angle. Brooklyn took advantage and tried to run her fingers through the mop on his head, falling when she snagged on some of his matted waves.

Giggling into his mouth at the rat’s nest on top of his head, she moved her hands lower, snaking under his shirt to feel his flexing abs and warm skin. It was a hot summer’s day and he was sweaty from it, the intoxicating odor of pure man slightly masked by his deodorant and cologne made her dizzy. She thrust her hips against his, groaned when he bit her lip.

His lips were on her neck now, then her ear. “I can’t fucking stand you, Brook. You make me wanna stab out my eardrums so I don’t have to listen to your shit.”

She grinned with a sense of childish pride as if his reaction was her intent all along. “But not your eyes, right?”

“Hell no, you’re so…so sexy.”

“And you’re not as hot as Bergeron, but I’ll take it.”

And just like that, he was back to being actually angry with her. He wrapped his hands around her throat and met her eyes. “Don’t fucking mention him right now. Don’t do it. Keep his name out of your mouth.”

This was exactly what she wanted, she needed him angry and volatile because that Michael, he was only ever just for her. Brooklyn used her hands on his hips to pull him even closer as she rubbed the front of her body against his. “Make me. Put your name in my mouth instead. Be a fucking man for once…and make me.”

Michael literally growled and kissed her harshly, teeth clashing, tongues missing their mark as they became wild with arousal fueled by rivalry. Both of them felt it and there was no stopping what they both knew was happening next.

Brooklyn pulled off his t-shirt and unbuttoned his khaki shorts with hands trembling from need. She quickly grabbed a hold of this thick, long cock and sighed, “Motherfucker.”

Michael just nodded in agreement and pulled down the front of her tank top. With no bra on, as usual, Brooklyn’s heavy breasts popped out, her nipples standing at attention, chest heaving from her breaths. He bent to lick at a peak and soon let his teeth close around it. This lit a whole new fire inside Brooklyn and she released his cock to undo and yank down her shorts, taking her thong along with it.

Moving to the other breast, Michael tried not to be distracted by her exposed bottom half, but failed. He pulled back to look at her, his cock jumping around, eager to know what she felt like on the inside. She pushed him back and peeled off her tank top to stand naked in front of him now.

He reached for her suddenly, pulling her down to the floor of the nursery and then shoving off his shorts when he got there. She spread her legs to hold him and when he pressed the head of his cock against her, Brooklyn whined and took two quick breaths.

“Look at me.” She dragged her eyes away from his body and met his gaze. “I’m not stopping until you tell me you hate the Bruins.”

Brooklyn laughed, wrapped her arms around his back and shoulders. “I hope you’re free for the rest of your life, because that’s never gonna happen.”

“It is. I’m gonna make you feel so good…” He trailed off, pressing a few inches of his cock inside as her soft pussy gave way.

“Oh…oh, that is good.”

“So good, Brook, I’m gonna make it so good that you’re not even gonna remember Bergeron’s name.” He pressed in just a little further, not all the way, but he made contact with her g-spot and held still.

“Mmm, Mike, come on.”

“So good, so good you’re gonna be a Flyers fan when I’m done.”

“You know…I almost believe you.” Brooklyn widened her hips and tilted them until she pulled the last few inches of him deep inside her warmth.

“Fuck.”

Michael felt frozen, unable to take action because she was everything he’d ever imagined and then some. Her words in his ear sparked him back to life. “I’m waiting, or should I go back to Boston and find Patrice to finish the job?”

He let his cock drag down through her channel and then pressed in again hard and deep, nearly blurring her vision in the process. “Don’t make me tell you to shut the fuck up again.”

“Do it, Christ, it turns me. Don’t go easy on me.”

Michael continued to pump his hips between her thighs and couldn’t stop the laugh that came out. “Why are you like this with me? I know you can be nice, I’ve seen it.”

Brooklyn returned his smile and grabbed his sides, letting her palms ride the wave like fluctuations of his body working against hers. “You’re fucking sexy when you’re angry, that’s why.”

“I hate that I like you, I hate that I want this with you. I like nice girls, sweet girls who don’t try to intentionally piss me off.”

Brooklyn’s face fell in frustration and she pushed at him until he fell onto his back and she straddled him, returning his cock to her cunt so quickly he hardly noticed they had parted at all. She leaned down to face him as she started to rock against him. “No you don’t, Mike. That’s why it never works out. You need a woman like me, someone who doesn’t put up with your crybaby bullshit or blow smoke up your ass.”

Michael’s mouth fell open as she overwhelmed him with sensations, the expert rolling of her body on top of his, her fingertips along his jaw, her mouth so close to his without touching, her words that he might have to admit could be true. He said nothing, but only locked eyes with her. She told him, “Admit it. Tell me you need a girl like me.”

He challenged her right back, as always. “Tell me you hate the Bruins.”

“Not a chance.”

He grabbed her hips with both hands and stopped her movements. With his feet planted on the floor, he thrust up from the bottom, forcing her to take even more of him, even harder than when he was on top. Brooklyn moaned and threw her head back, reveling in his forceful fucking. “You sure? You’re not ready to say it?”

“No…no…Goddamn…ok, not yet, but don’t stop.”

He smirked, thinking he might actually win this one, eventually. Sliding one hand along her stomach, he continued to fuck her roughly from the bottom and now put his thumb over that sensitive nub at the top of her cunt.

“How about now?”

“God, Mike…Michael. Don’t you dare fucking stop. Just…ugh…fuck!”

Her hips pumped in time with his and her hands came to clutch at his hard chest, grabbing and fisting at his skin as she came hard. In her weakened state, he flipped them easily, burrowing his hips between her still shaking thighs once more and continuing his relentless pace.

Sure, she had just come, but he knew she could go again, whether she wanted to or not. But she did want it, spreading her legs and bowing her body to get even more skin on skin contact with him.

He grabbed her wrists and held them down against the floor. He pumped, pumped, pumped his cock into her folds, hitting every spot perfectly each time. The pressure of his hands against her wrists, the power of his strong body, his boyish smile and messy hair, Brooklyn was close again in no time and Michael knew it.

“Tell me and I’ll make you come again.” Brooklyn was about to fall, perhaps unwillingly. She had wanted this, but she hated that he knew what he could do to her body.

Still holding her down, still fucking the stubbornness from her, Michael came down to kiss her throat, slowing his hips only slightly. “Tell me and I’ll admit that you’re right, that I need a girl like you. That I need you.”

That was nearly enough to make her come, just hearing that. “Ok, ok. I like the Flyers.”

His chuckle was deep. “That’s not what I need to hear.” He licked up her neck, found her ear with his teeth. “You don’t have to mean it, just say it, just for me.”

“Are you gonna mean it when you say you need me?”

“Yes, because it’s true.”

“Alright.” His grip tightened, his hips sped up again. “I…I hate…”

“Come on, baby. Just for me.”

Brooklyn felt the tension under her skin start to peak, the warmth spreading through her body. She gasped out his name. “Michael…I hate the Bruins.”

He let go of her hands and held her face in his palms, pressing his forehead against hers as she started to come again, squeezing him tightly. “I need you, Brooklyn. You’re right, I need you in my life.”

She was still coming when he released and she held him against her chest as he huffed out a few final breaths of exhaustion.

Knowing where they were, how long they had been missing, they parted quickly, sorting through the clothes on the floor, passing off the other person’s items as they found them. Now that it was over, there were so many questions. What the hell had they been thinking? Did this mean anything? Were they actually going to do this for real?

Laid bare, fucked raw, Brooklyn found herself almost shy in front of him. With her back turned, she pulled her tank top back on. “Hey, Mike?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m sorry I brought up Brittany. I know how much she hurt you. I shouldn’t have used that against you.” She turned around and their eyes met, hers filled with empathy, his with surprise that Brooklyn was apologizing to him for the first time ever.

He reached out, grabbed her hand. “So you do remember her name.”

“I was so angry at the way she was treating you. I saw it from the start and I had to sit there and watch you fall for her when I knew what she was.”

“You could have told me.”

“Would you have listened to me? Or would it have just been something new to fight about?”

“You’re right. I wouldn’t have listened. But I’m listening now. And I meant it, I need you. Even if we fight -”

“You need me because we fight. Don’t get soft on me now just because we fucked. We’re still you and me, nothing’s gonna change that.”

His smile was bright, confident. “Right again. So, you free after this? You wanna find something to argue about and then fuck out our rage?”

“Yes, yes I do.” She pulled him close, let him kiss her almost tenderly. “Don’t tell your brother.”

“Don’t tell your sister.”

Brooklyn laughed and opened the door of the nursery. “Like either of them would believe us, anyway.”

Notes

Random update, in case anyone cares: I am halfway through Seguin part 2 because I was moved to start that the other day. I also started four different Gostisbehere ones and none of the scenarios felt quite right, BUT yesterday I had a good idea that I love so that one is now in the works. I also messaged the girl who asked for Shea Weber to get her thoughts on a few things, so that is rolling around in my mind right now as well. Also this fucking gif, in addition to ruining my fucking panties...

…makes me want a Raffl/Voracek threesome more than I want to live, so that might also be in the works as well...

Like I said, you bitches have turned me into a Flyers fan. I'm such a slut for this team, but don't send help, I'm loving every second of it. (P.S. If you run a Flyers blog on Tumblr, message or comment with your name so I can follow you because I need more orange in my life!)