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Then, Carter was behind me—the puck clutched in his hand because he was too damn competitive to let anyone have the chance to get a puck in his goal, even when it was all for fun, and the game had basically come to an end—and he was kissing my neck. The puck pressed against my stomach, just above my hip, as he ran his lips along my throat.
I could hear the swish-swish of skates across the ice as Greyson and Sebastian joined us.
And suddenly, none of us could remember what had ever seemed worth fighting over.
19
Isank into the plush leather seat of Sebastian’s Aston Martin Vanquish, listening to the low purr of the engine when he touched the accelerator.
“Are you going to let me drive sometime?” I teased, expecting that he would be protective of the car and also feel the need to be in control.
“Any time you want,” he said instead. “You can drive us home.”
“Really?” I asked, unexpectedly delighted.
He glanced over at me. “Baby, you need a car of your own, don’t you?”
“You all don’t let me out of your sight to drive myself anywhere,” I reminded him. “Despite you and Greyson going rogue and destroying all my enemies.”
“I hope so,” he said, not apologizing for the destruction he and Greyson had caused when they were supposed to just be out doing some reconnaissance. They said they’d seen a chance to eliminate a threat to me, so they took it. I couldn’t really argue with that.
But they still weren’t exactly letting me go jogging on my own, either.
Not that I wanted to jog. But I wanted to be able to jog, in theory, without being kidnapped.
The interior was as sleek as Sebastian himself, all black and chrome, with a hint of rebellion in the red stitching.
“So, where are we going again, Olive Garden?” he asked, even though he knew damn well we were headed to my favorite Italian restaurant. “Spending a day pretending to be normal people? Double dates and garlic knots?”
He had one confident hand on the wheel, the other resting casually on my knee. His touch sent a current through me, a delicious warmth that pooled in my belly.
“Normal can be nice,” I retorted, unable to suppress the smile tugging at my lips. “Andeveryoneloves garlic knots.”
Sebastian shot me a quick glance, his eyes sparkling. I knew him well enough by now to know the tilt of his mouth, the creases that formed when he tried not to smile, even when he was being a grouch. He was thrilled to be the one I’d chosen for my double date with Carrie.
“Kennedy, your life is anything but ordinary,” he said, shaking his head. “Just like you.”
“Exactly why I need moments like this.” I laid my fingers over his hand on my thigh, feeling the calloused warmth. “If you want to be my boyfriend, you have to do boyfriend stuff.”
“Boyfriend stuff, huh?” He chuckled. It was the laugh of a man who could get almost any woman he wanted, and yet, he did anything to makemehappy, and warmth swelled in my chest. “I’m pretty sure I do plenty of ‘boyfriend stuff.’”
“Not everything is about sex,” I reminded him.
The car pulled up to the restaurant, an upscale Italian place with a canopy of twinkling lights. Sebastian’s foot barely touched the brake before the valet sprinted over, eager to open my door. I caught the way his eyes widened as he recognized the manbehind the wheel—Sebastian Wright of the Demons, a legend on the ice.
“Mr. Wright, it’s an honor!” the valet exclaimed.
“Call me Sebastian,” he replied with an easygoing smile, offering me his hand out of the car.
I secretly relished watching Sebastian with his fans, even though I knew it frustrated him to have his attention pulled away from me. He always made people feel at ease, like they were part of his world. Sebastian often seems like he was knit of stoicism and sarcasm, but he was kind too.
“Could I, um, get an autograph?” The valet’s cheeks flushed with excitement and embarrassment.
“Sure thing, kid.” Sebastian fished a pen from his jacket pocket and scrawled his signature. “There you go.”
“Thank you so much, sir!”
“Enjoy your evening,” Sebastian said, tossing the keys lightly to the young man who caught them with a reverence usually reserved for holy relics.
