Page 2 of Ice Rebel

“She is hot,” Darren agreed.

Why did his comment, which was true, create such need to punch him in the face? It wasn’t like I even knew the girl’s name. While announced, I hadn’t paid any attention.

“Yeah. She is.” Just the way she swayed her hips indulged me with one too many sinful ideas. What would it be like to have her hips moving underneath me just like that while I had my dick shoved deep into her tight pussy?

I’d been hanging out with the degenerates of the house for far too long. Their bad behavior had rubbed off on me. Grinning, I almost laughed since I couldn’t kid a kidder. I craved the attention, being spoiled by sexy girls. Who wouldn’t?

I don’t know. I’d give up my nefarious ways for one date with the angel.

“Are you crying?” Hudson snorted. The defenseman flanked my other side, moving out of formation long enough to stare me straight in the face.

“Fuck you.” Well, damn, my deep baritone had carried far enough the coach glared at me. I’d hear about it later. Blasphemy. The couple of times Ralph hadn’t been able to make it and piped-in music had been used, we’d lost the game.

The coach called it a curse.

Others had said it had been divine intervention.

I winced seeing his fury, mouthing ‘sorry’ as I did.

Hudson chuckled and I knew the fucker would hold the moment over my head. That was our relationship, beating each other up for stupid shit. That’s what happened when you lived in a house with a bunch of guys. Everything was fair game.

After giving him a dirty look, I returned my full attention to the singer. Her hand was even fisted, her back arched as she performed the final notes. Talk about inspiration, or as I liked to call it—sinspiration.

I couldn’t play hockey without it. A picture of hot girl wearing next to nothing. Crimson lips staining a napkin accompanying a phone number. A social media post touting my undeniable talent.

Or my personal favorite, time spent being myself.

In my case that meant allowing my wolf to come out to play, which hadn’t occurred in a long time. I’d been too damn busy making a name for myself with the Wild.

But tonight, not a single puck bunny was offering her hot bod on a silver platter. Maybe I was losing my touch. Maybe the truth was that the crazy parties, the girls, the booze, and the continued rush of testosterone no longer held the same appeal as before.

Whatever the case, I had a feeling we’d rock the game.

As soon as the girl whispered the last note, the packed stadium went wild. Seattle took their hockey games seriously, especially when there was homegrown talent involved.

The light enshrouding her luscious form quickly faded and so did my smile. For whatever reason, I tried to find out the direction she’d gone after leaving the ice. I hadn’t realized I’d taken steps toward her until the rookie goalie, a true Italian pain in the ass, grabbed my arm.

“What in the fuck are you doing?”

His heavy Brooklyn accent had gotten on my nerves from day one, but tonight’s attitude had my mind plotting the next practical house joke. I had full intentions of ensuring he was the next victim.

Well, maybe he had a point stopping me since I’d ventured out about five feet or more. At least I found her just as she stepped off the ice. “Hey.” Even over the din of the large crowd, my voice managed to carry straight to her.

She stopped long enough to twist her body, turning her face in my direction. At that moment, the sun collided with a meteor, sending a display of the most incredible shooting stars my way.

All from her beautiful smile.

Holy shit. My body was shaking. There were a dozen, maybe more things I wanted to say to her. As if she’d hear me and as if she’d care.

At that moment, she did the unthinkable, something that would haunt me until the end of days.

She blew me a kiss.

Wow. Just freaking wow.

Talk about love at first sight. I was being dragged by a heavy anchor into the pits of mind-boggling need.

“Kendrick,” Coach Stryker yelled. “Get over here. We have a game to play, or did you forget?”