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God help me, but maybe I loved a psychopathic alphahole.
At least it was never boring.
He wrapped his arm around my waist, and I let him pull me against his body. “I just couldn’t stand having you sleep anywhere but under my roof.”
“A girl needs her independence, Sebastian.”
“No.” He shook his head. “I don’t know whatgirlsneed. But I knowyouneed us, just likeweneed you.”
His voice turned husky when he said, “And I’m sorry I let you down when you needed me. I was a selfish, stupid bastard. It’ll never happen again.”
“Okay,” I said softly.
“That’s it?” he asked, his hand cupping my cheek gently. “That’s all the groveling I have to do?”
“Oh, no,” I said, widening my eyes at him. “But the rest you can do with presents and compliments and calling yourself more names. Oh, and orgasms. You can give me lots of orgasms.”
He let out a husky laugh, and then he pulled me into his arms and he was kissing me.
8
Greyson had insisted on accompanying me to the game, even though I’d told him, what felt like fifty times, that he didn’t need to. I highly doubted I was going to be attacked in the second row of an NHL game, but apparently they thought I was wrong. Everyone had agreed that Greyson should come.
“You’re not allowed to cause trouble,” I told him, side eyeing him as I tried to keep a strict face despite the fact that he looked like sex on a stick. While I loved Greyson in a suit...there was something about his snug jeans and tight white v-neck that had me actually swooning.
Judging by the looks every female in the nearby vicinity was giving him...they were all swooning too.
“I have no idea what you mean by trouble,” Greyson drawled, “never heard of it.”
He said that as he pressed a kiss against my neck...right as Carter skated by the glass to meet up with the team before the game started.
Carter gave him a snarly look, and Greyson chuckled.
“That’s exactly what I’m talking about,” I sighed as Greyson winked at me. His smile faded when he glanced at the jersey Iwas wearing—Jack’s. I was trying to avoid distractions tonight so wearing Jack’s jersey seemed to be the way to go. If he could even see what I was wearing out of the giant black eye he was sporting.
“Don’t even think about it,” I growled as Greyson reached for his beer. I could just see him “accidentally” spilling it—all over me—so I had to change into something else.
He made a big show of bringing the beer bottle to his full lips and taking a long draw from the bottle. “You’re feisty tonight, baby.”
I rubbed my eyes, dragging my hands down my face before I focused back on the ice where Jack was lined up for the puck to drop.
“I’m just thinking that tonight’s going to be hard enough without you antagonizing them the whole time,” I sighed as I watched Jack, normally a fierce forward, skating sluggishly across the ice after he’d lost the puck, his movements lacking their usual grace and speed. Every stride seemed to be a battle against his own body, his face contorted in pain with each shift of weight. That final guy he had fought last night had gotten in some good hits.
Sebastian wasn’t faring any better. He was a shadow of himself. His usually stalwart defense was riddled with hesitations, his body moving with a stiffness that betrayed the bruises and cuts that I knew were hidden beneath his uniform. I winced as I saw him grimace with every collision against the boards. They’d all refused to go to the doctor last night, but I didn’t need to be a doctor to know that the crack I’d heard last night in the middle of Sebastian’s fight had most likely been his rib breaking. I’d helped him wrap his chest before he’d left for the game, but it had clearly not been enough.
“They do look terrible out there, don’t they?” Greyson drawled, not sounding concerned about that in the slightest.
“Don’t you think last night was at least a little bit of a cruel and unusual punishment?” I asked, wincing as Jack got checked into the boards and fell to the ice.
Greyson slid his arm around my shoulder, glaring down at the armrest between us like it had mortally offended him when he couldn’t get closer to me.
“Well, I think that it was cruel and unusual punishment that they kept me from you for five years, so I’m not feeling too bad about that, baby.” His hands tightened on my shoulder, and he pressed a firm kiss to the side of my head like he was trying to calm himself down.
I still didn’t understand all the dynamics at play obviously...but maybe he’d made a little bit of a fair point.
My fingers were practically white from gripping the edge of my seat as I watched one of Tampa Bay’s forwards skate towards Carter on a breakaway. Carter, who was usually a brick wall in front of the net, resembled more of a broken barrier tonight. His reflexes were slow, his movements awkward as he attempted to block the shot. The puck sailed past him, into the net, and the whole crowd groaned.
Carter slammed his stick against the goalpost, yelling “fuck” even as he winced from the movement.
