“I’m not your clown.”
“You sure are,” he says, deadpan.
“Juuuude!”
“You are, Pres.” He flicks me on the forehead. “The best clown around.”
“Pay me for keeping your life interesting, bitches.” I flip them off. “I’ll see you later.”
“You’re not coming?” Kane asks.
“I’ll check my calendar!” I singsong as I leave the locker room.
I’m totallynotgoing. I have better plans that include being railed into the nearest surface and cuddling all night long.
My steps are light as I head to the parking lot where I agreed to meet Marcus after everyone leaves.
I asked him to park his bike in a hidden spot only Jude knows, because he puts his motorcycle there sometimes.
Soft yellow light brightens the area as I lean against the bike, my legs crossed, and check my phone.
My lips curl when I find a text he sent when I was with the guys.
Marcus
You look hot. Also, you’re moving in with me tomorrow.
Me
You didn’t have to go all out during the game. I would’ve moved in even if you lost.
As I hit Send, thick arms wrap around me from behind as soft lips brush my throat. “Mmm. I missed you.”
His voice rumbles deep, and my pulse stutters in response.
I don’t think I’ll ever get used to how quiet it is in my head when he touches me. He doesn’t even have to do much—just his hands on me bring on a sense of peace I never thought I’d experience.
“You smell like locker room,” he murmurs. “What were you doing around naked guys, Preston?”
“Checking out alternatives?”
He slides his hand up my chest and lifts my jaw so that he’s staring down at me. “You have no alternatives but me, you hear me?”
“Relax. I was just consoling them. You know how they can’t function without me.”
“Is that so?”
“If I were on the ice, you wouldn’t be limping out of that arena with a win. I’d have kicked your ass six ways to hell, Osborn.”
“Cute. You think you’d survive ten seconds with me right now?”
I grab a handful of his hair, leaning close until my lips are a breath from his. “How about you?”
“How about me?”
“You can’t survive me for even a second. You’d fold the moment I touch you.”
“No argument here.” He closes the distance, sealing his lips to mine, sucking on the lower one before thrusting his tongue in, licking the inside of my mouth.
