She tried to turn away, but he held firm.
“But it’s time. Whether you admit it or not I know you feel something for me, Molly. Give in to my sexy charm and be my girl. We’ll deal with Will…” He sighed, beautiful features twisted with a visceral pain she felt in every cell throughout her body. “I can’t lose you.” His shoulders slumped.
“Can you lose Will?”
His tear-filled eyes met hers, and he huffed out a ragged breath. “If that’s what it takes.”
Her body froze, and her eyes bugged out so wide she was amazed her retinas didn’t lose their grip on her eyeballs.
“But we won’t.”
She searched his face for some sign of uncertainty, some trace that perhaps he was second guessing himself. Surely he couldn’t pick her over Will.
All she saw was resolve and it stopped her heart dead in her chest.
Chapter 18
Finnegan
“Cap.” Finn nodded at Will as he skated out onto the ice. It was the first of two practices of the day ahead of the game. Because what else would the universe do right after Finn confessed his undying love and affection for his Captain – and best friend’s – sister, other than put him in uncomfortably close quarters for extended periods of time? Not only did they have to spend hours in each other’s company, but Will had any number of creative weapons on hand to sever Finn’s head from his body, should he wish to.
Finn shuddered. Will wasn’t a violent man, but where Molly was concerned… he could easily envisage him beating Finn to death with a hockey stick, or slicing his carotid artery with a hockey skate.
“Morning Obi. You look green, man. You better not hurl on my ice.” Will patted his shoulder. “Everything okay?”
Finn nodded, afraid if he opened his mouth to speak he’d either puke on Will, or confess everything he’d said to Molly the day before. If he told Will he wanted to suck his sister’s soul from her clit, it wouldn’t end well.
It had taken every ounce of decency, chivalry, and higher brain function to leave her standing in her living room to process their discussion. Standing in those tiny pj shorts, lean legs leading up to the Promised Land, and her perfect, pebbled nipples pressing against her shirt. His shirt. Sneaky temptress.
She wanted him, and his raging boner had almost carved a path through his pants just to get to her. But he didn’t want to rush. Molly’s heart had wrapped itself in a cocoon of fear and barbed wire years ago, she needed a beat to process everything he’d said, before he went to town on whatever holes she’d let him.
Jesus fucking Christ on a cross.
He’d heard the stories, the whispers among her conquests. Molly loved pleasure, she lived for it. She was shameless in her pursuit of it, and Finn was there for it. Hell, if she wanted to tie him to the bed and make him her sex slave, he was down. His dick twitched.
“Finn?”
Finn jumped, his stick clattered to the ice with a snap that echoed around the rink. All heads turned to him.
“Someone’s got butter on their hands today.” Sébastien snorted.
“I think you mean butter fingers,” Will corrected the goaltender.
“Sorry, I just spaced out.”
Will’s eyes narrowed. Finn was already sucking hard at playing it cool. Nothing said “I want to fuck your sister,” more than damn near shitting your pants for no reason in front of the captain of the team. He needed to pull himself together, and somehow skate with a sword between his thighs.
It was going to be a long practice.
***
Sitting in the locker room after the practice session from hell, Finn tapped the edge of an official-looking envelope against his palm. His freshly washed hair dripped beads of cold water down his neck. His teammates had all left the rink, but he couldn’t bring himself to either leave, or open the envelope.
“Wanna talk about it?” Will jerked his chin at the letter in his hand.
“What are you still doing here?”
“Dude, you played like shit out there. You really think I’d either not notice, or not care? I’m here because you’re here. What gives? Talk to me. You know you don’t have to carry shit alone.”
