“Did I say that?”Mia batted her long lashes innocently.
Wolfe would like to call Mia a brat for her obvious deception, but having Aspen magically appear as if she instantly exited from the X-rated reel playing in his mind was a gift.In fact, her appearance allowed Wolfe to implement his plan to steer Aspen in the direction he was certain they both were traveling.And by that, Wolfe meant the moment Aspen’s lithe body fit snuggly beneath him and he drove his cock deep inside her heat.
“Yeah, you did,” Aspen replied to Mia with a suspicious tone.“You distinctly said girls’ night out.”
“Well, I’m definitely not a girl,” Wolfe chimed in before Mia could respond.
“You play like one,” Anton teased from across the table.
“Fuck you, Russian.You couldn’t stop a puck even if an elephant sat between the pipes in front of you,” Wolfe retorted and chucked the cloth napkin he’d been holding across the table at the goalie who swatted it away.
“I can stop every one of your weak-ass shots, Wolfe,” Anton challenged in typical goalie cockiness.
“Let’s see about that when I kick your ass harder than those little red rubber balls kids use for kickball on the playground.”
“Hey,” Aspen instantly lost her uncertainty and playfully smacked Wolfe’s shoulder with the back of her hand.“No red jokes.”
Wolfe reached out and glided his hand over her flaming tresses before dropping his arm back to his side.“Sorry BB, I can’t let the Russian think he has any chance in hell of stopping all this.”
Wolfe tugged up his shoulder, silently saying ‘no one would best him’ in any situation.Ever.
“Anywhoooo,” Dante drawled, interrupting the exchange.“Have a seat, Aspen.We’re just getting ready to order grub.”
“Grub, brother?Really?”Mia chided.
“What?”he asked, incredulously.
As the sibling’s sparred, Wolfe took the opportunity to place his hand at the small of Aspen’s back and directed her to the chair next to him for the meal.Another boon of the evening featured the fact that the restaurant was dark and the tablecloth long.
Wolfe would definitely use this opportunity to his advantage.
Once he guided her chair forward, Wolfe took his own seat, making sure to brush his shoulder against her bared arm, then slowly skimmed the back of his hand down her thigh tucked beneath the tablecloth.He immediately felt goosebumps skitter across her skin in the wake of the stroking of his fingers.
Aspen shot Wolfe a glare, complete with raised eyebrows and pursed lips, that screamed‘what in the hell are you doing?’
As the evening progressed, the group easily transitioned to several different conversation threads.Some discussed training camp plans while others speculated on who the Crush expected to sign in free agency in the coming weeks.
The group enjoyed a fantastic meal.While Wolfe devoured his seared porterhouse steak and greens, he easily multitasked and frequently rubbed his jean-covered leg against BB’s own bared skin.He also took the opportunity to stroke her back while leaning across her to fill her empty water glass.
Aspen shifted in her chair, and even tugged the hair on his forearm under the table at one point.But as the evening continued, and Wolfe’s fingers danced across her skin like the perfect tango, she eased into his touch.Eventually her glare became streaked with desire, her green eyes becoming more luminous as the evening proceeded.
Mia was none the wiser, and when she received a call on her cell, she left her seat so she could hear over the din of conversation at the table and in the restaurant.
Aspen turned in her chair to face Wolfe.She then plastered a smile on her face as to not tip any of Wolfe’s teammates who were all engaged in conversations.“What are you doing?”
Hopefully, you.“Just enjoying your company, BB.”
“Someone’s going to see you trying to feel me up under the table.”
“No, they won’t.”
To prove his point, he ever so slowly slid his palm across her thigh to the hem of the little denim dress he hoped he’d have the pleasure of removing a little later.
“Wolfe—”
“—So, the squirt told me you created a cupcake after her.Was that the one you were talking about at dinner the other night?”
His fingers danced higher on her leg, while Aspen’s breaths became labored.As he inched ever closer to her panties, Wolfe could feel her heat.He knew she was wet.
