“Of course you do. Let’s hear it, then.”
He turned around and traced his lips over my side.
“You know I only like exclusive things, sweetheart. I’m a Sinclair, born and bred. So, the rule is from now on, this cunt, this body, this wild, fucking energy… it belongs to me and me only. I don’t share my things with anyone, and I don’t expect you to either.”
“Meaning?”
“Meaning we are only for each other. That’s the rule.”
I had no idea what to say to that. I stared down at him, those possessive words winding through me and making me feel things I had no business feeling.
“Brody,” Cal called through the door, following it up with a short knock.
I scrambled to my feet, suddenly panicked. “We’ve got to leave for practice,” Cal reminded him.
“Coming,” Brody called out, slowly standing, watching me yank on my gym wear.
He wiped his wet face with his fingers and then stuck one in his mouth to taste it. And he calledmea heathen.
“I’m on my way.”
Brody
Practice,followed by a full day of classes and studying, had been a nightmare. I’d barely managed to wrestle my cock into submission when I’d smell a hint of Selena’s pussy on my fingers and be rock-hard again.
But tonight, there was no time for hard-ons that could cut glass, or fantasies about the rude, rebellious woman who had taken up residence in my head. The messages we’d exchanged earlier replayed in my memory.
Me: You’ll be at the game tonight.
Heathen: You’re telling me or asking me?
Me: Come on, cheer captain, don’t pretend you don’t like to watch me win.
Heathen: I’m surprised there’s room on the ice for you and your massive head.
Me: I might have a massive head, but we both know how perfectly proportional I am. Be at the game. I need my good luck charm.
She hadn’t replied, the little minx. Now, it was the Hellions’ first game and time to concentrate. The team we were playing tonight, The Rioters, weren’t the toughest challenge, but it was our first real game as the new Hellions team.
It started strong, with Cayden performing as his reputation would suggest, sinking an early goal. The Hellions’ defense, led by Anderson, held off a goal just after for The Rioters, and then an assist from Cal on the wing saw me scoring my first goal for the Hellions.
I swung around, nodding to Cal, as the rink erupted in cheers. I couldn’t stop myself glancing over at the seats just behind the players’ bench, where usually the players’ significant others waited.
Winter De Laurie’s white-blond hair caught my eye. Where she went, Selena was usually not too far behind. I scanned over the people next to her, and there she was.
Selena, sitting next to her best friend, her gaze fixed on me. People were still cheering, and Selena was no different. She was smiling, and fuck, she was beautiful.
That smile hit me like a gut punch. The announcer called out my previous stats, reminded the audience that me and Cal were newcomers to the team. People stood and cheered, celebrating a new player’s first goal.
Slowly, Selena rose to her feet, clapping. It felt like the only goal I’d ever scored. The only goal that had ever mattered. The only goal someone I cared about had come to watch me score.
Everything in that moment felt right. This team, this moment, my girl, watching me play. Only one thing was missing. I’d make it right at intermission.
By intermission, the Hellions were four up and feeling confident. The rhythm was good, we were gelling, and the audience was loving the game play. Instead of resting and heading to the locker room to hear Coach Williams’ tactics for the next period, I took off in the direction I’d seen Selena and Winter go in.
Stares followed me as I strode down the hallway. Players don’t leave the locker room between periods. It doesn’t happen. But I had something important to see to.
Luckily, I didn’t intend on breaking the rules for too long. I found Selena at the top of the hallway that led to the team locker rooms. It looked like I wasn’t the only one skipping out on the Coach’s talk. I paused and took them in.
