Which was why this thing with Vanya could not happen. It didn’t matter how much I wanted him. It didn’t matter how safe I felt. Even if I could get hard for him, it would end in a goddamn disaster.
“I think I need to go,” I blurted loudly.
He jolted, and then his hands skated down my spine, making me shiver. In spite of how awful everything had gone, my dick twitched in my jeans.
“You going with team? Where you staying?”
“Oh, uh…” Shit. I’d forgotten I was actually here with my goddamn team, and the reason he was here was because the Glaciers were playing in New York too. “How did your game go?”
Vanya burst into laughter and nosed along my ear. “You really want to know?”
“Yes.”
“We won. Unlike you.”
“Fuck you,” I spat.
He laughed again, and his hand rose up, tugging gently at the hair along the back of my neck. I needed it cut. “Maybe later. It was good game though. Easy game. Was miked up, so maybe we release for fun ina few weeks.” His breath ghosted over my cheek, and when he spoke again, his lips brushed the edge of my jaw. “You almost win though. So many good saves.”
“How do you even know that? You were on the ice.”
“I watch highlights after.”
I had no idea what to say to that. Swallowing heavily, I said, “I think I should get to the hotel.”
“Okay. I drive.” He started to slip his hand into mine, but I froze. “You change your mind?”
“No. Uh…what do you mean you’ll drive? Haven’t you been drinking?”
“No, pretty goalie. I have appointment for my ankle, so Alexio give me his car to drive. I stay sober because if I crash, he kill me.”
Oh my fuck. Alexio. Was he here too? Jesus Christ, he was going to have seen what happened, and he was going to tell Jonah, and?—
“He’s not here. He’s with team, having pizza.”
Did I say that aloud? I was too afraid to ask. I bit my lip when I realized he’d called me pretty, and I wasn’t sure what to do with that, so I decided not to do anything at all.
Well, except for one thing. “Okay. Yeah. Um…a ride would be nice. Thank you.”
His fingers stroked over my wrist, and he said for the second time tonight, “Anything for you.”
CHAPTER TWO
MICAH
I wasa ball of nerves as we headed into the parking lot of the club. Vanya had, of course, parked Alexio’s car with the valet, so we were stuck at the curb near the bouncers, who all smelled like Axe body spray as we waited for it to arrive.
I rarely ever wished for sight. In reality, the concept of it kind of scared the shit out of me. I preferred to accept the world through my fingers, ears, nose, and tongue.
But right now, I would have given just about anything to know whether or not Hunter was lurking around. Though I supposed that even people with sight wouldn’t have been able to see him if he didn’t want to be seen.
Vanya didn’t seem concerned. He kept one hand on the small of my back, and with the other, I could hear him texting. I knew he was doing that by the way he was muttering in Russian, then laughing at his own jokes.
“I see car,” he told me, jolting me out of my thoughts. “Is big line, waiting for valet.”
“And, uh…that guy?—”
“Mm?”
