Chapter 3
Mackenzie
Kenzie would never get used to that crunch of bone hitting bone. Her jaw hung open and everyone at the table held their breath as Ares retracted his fist from Theo’s no-longer-smug, but quickly bruising face.
Austin had shot to his feet and held a madder-than-a-wet-hen Theo in place by the back of his shirt.
Ares and Theo eyed each other like predators circling their prey. They sniped at each other, growling and spitting pot shots about the other’s game, but no one made a move.
None of the Snow Pirates lunged to murder the young Raccoon, which suggested to her that he and Ares were the only ones not on the inside of some kind of joke. Still, Russell’s fist hung clenched by his side, and Linc’s hand curled around his friend’s wrist.
You could cut the tension like a hot knife through butter.
Even if they were all in on some kind of joke Kenzie had missed, and even though Theo was being an absolute dick, the Raccoons had drawn first blood against their team, their family.
If fists were going to fly, the Snow Pirates would be ready, and they wouldn’t back down.
Apollo spun to face Ares and Artemis stepped up behind him. For a moment, Kenzie wondered what it would be like to be the filling in a de laPeña Twin sandwich.
A moment was all it took.
Sweet baby Jesus in the manger.
Her whole body heated. She couldn’t have picked a more inopportune time to imagine herself spit-roasted by the two twelve feet tall Greek gods. But once the thought was there, it was all she could think about.
She cleared her throat, drawing a questioning glance from Austin, who still had the back of Theo’s shirt bunched in his closed fist as he leaned awkwardly across the dinner table. Holy cannoli his tense muscles flexed as they gripped the fabric.
Arm porn was a real thing, and her nipples peaked at the sight.
She shook her head in answer, but his glance back at the group of men poised for battle suggested he knew more than she was ready to admit.
He raised his eyebrow and shrugged.
She still wasn’t used to the fact that he was happy to share her in the bedroom from time to time. And if the sex-on-legs brothers weren’t hockey players that her team would play fairly often, she’d have considered it.
She almost fanned herself.
That image was getting tucked safely into her spank bank for future use.
“Enough.” The single word from Apollo, growled rough and low, had the two rookies freezing in place, Austin dropping the back of Theo’s shirt, and Kenzie clenching her thighs as his velvety voice skittered up her spine.
She was going to make Austin pay for making her so horny that the opposition was speaking directly to her lady bits. In her defense, it also wasn’t fair just how inhumanly beautiful they were. How did anyone exist in their orbit and not spend their days climaxing?
She shook her head again. Maybe another shake would clear the lusty thoughts clouding her better judgment.
On the brink of fisticuffs and potential war with another team and all she could think about was the pulsing heat between her thighs. Fuck. It would be so epically hot to just let them all fight and get a little roughed up.
Yup.
She was officially feral.
Would anyone notice if she just slipped her hand south of the border and gave herself a little friction?
Austin’s knowing smirk said he would likely notice.
Damnit the motherfucker was so smug.
“The deal stands.” Apollo pressed a flat palm on Ares chest and pushed him back toward Artemis. “Loser buys dinner, here, tomorrow after the game.”
