Page 11 of Double Puck

Her.

The woman who stood at that bar last night and didn't flinch once. The woman who looked at my entire career and decided I was the easiest thing to cut.

And my dick, the absolute simpleton between my legs, heard you're not enough and decided it was a mating call.

I lock the bathroom door. Then check it again. Mason's just stumbled across the hall and that man hears everything.

The mirror over the vanity is huge, and there I am, my hair a disaster, sun-bleached ends falling into eyes that haven't slept properly since the boardwalk. I shove my sweats down and I'm already hard enough to hurt, my cock flushed and heavy against my stomach.

"You're pathetic," I tell the guy in the mirror.

He doesn't disagree.

I wrap my hand around myself, close my eyes, and the first stroke pulls a sound out of me I didn't authorize.

Because I'm not in the bathroom anymore.

I'm back at Breakers, and Darcy Madden's looking at me with those sexy dark eyes.

Only in this version, that perfect composure shatters beneath my hands. That silky hair scrunches beneath my fingers, those trousers fall to the floor.

I keep stroking myself, thinking of her sitting on my unmade bed with her legs open, waiting for me to tell her what to do next. That's the fantasy that has me working myself faster, thumb dragging over the head.

Show me, I'd say. Let me watch.

My strokes turn faster, my fist shuffling up and down.

"Fuck…" I groan into the bathroom.

Because the truth is filthy and humiliating. And it has nothing to do with my hand. I don't want Darcy Madden in my bed half as much as I want her to look at me and change her mind.

I don't want to be traded.

I'm not done being here.

I'm not done with her.

My hips jerk into my fist as I brace one hand on the vanity, watching myself fall apart in the mirror.

She made me this crazy with one rejection. One trade bombshell.

I drag myself out of the shower twenty minutes later, dress on autopilot and head downstairs. I grab the keys to my Ford Bronco off the hook.

"No," Declan says, pulling his Bears hoodie on beside me. "We take the Rover. Three of us, one car. You're not disappearing before the meeting."

"You don't trust me?"

"No."

The thought should make me angry.

Instead, all I can think is… I don't care what happens today. All I want, is to prove her wrong.

I want to prove her wrong so goddamn bad it's making me sick in the head.

The Bear Cave looms ahead, and I realize I've got no idea what I'm about to say to her.

Only that I'm not going down without a fight.