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I smile to myself at what I’m planning to do to the man later. He’s unleashed a passionate, naughty side of me and I can’t wait to get my hands on him. I know he’s frustrated with having wanted to wait for a few days, well so am I…
“That’s a beautiful smile,” the guy next to me interrupts.
His friend looks around him to see me. “I agree.” He takes another gulp from the container in his hands.
Ignoring them both, I watch as the teams come flying onto the ice to thunderous cheers. Kasey is easy to spot, not just because of his shirt, but because my eyes always find him. He’s my guy, and I never thought I’d find a love like I have with him. It was sudden, and fast, but it’s real.
“Hey!” the rude man next to me nudges me with his elbow. “I should have known that you’re an ice bunny. Not interested in normal guys, huh?”
Shocked, I swallow before answering, “You got the wrong girl if you think that’s me.”
Turning back to the game, I find Kasey and see he’s watching me before he quickly turns back to the ice as the game begins.
It’s fast paced and I have no idea who the other players are because they’re not a team that I’ve ever focused on because of my brother. I will be doing so now though.
Kasey looks to be sweating with exertion as they’re coming up on halftime. The asshole beside me has ignored me for the most part, but I feel his eyes on me now.
The whistle blows for halftime and rushing past me are a few women all wearing Kasey’s shirt. They bang on the windows to the rink as the players swarm the ice. It’s then that I notice other groups of women wearing other players’ shirts.
Ice bunnies!
Kasey happens to glance over at me, but of course the bunnies get the wrong idea and start screaming about who he’s actually looking at. That’s when the asshole beside me gets in my face.
I jump back with fear racing down my spine, trying to get out of his way, but he reaches out and the iron grip he has on my wrist is too strong. “What the hell is wrong with you?” I snap.
“I’m sick of coming to these games and having women like you ruining the game by trying to catch the attention of the players. Women like you are whores and shouldn’t even be let into the arena.” He spits at my feet.
“Please let me go,” I cry, my wrist hurting like a bitch. “I haven’t done anything to you.”
“Women like you are all the same. Whores…Got nothing else to say, bitch?”
Even though the blood is pounding in my ears, I hear the hush as it settles over our part of the arena, but yet no one comes and helps me. Then shouting, which I can’t quite make out the words to, surrounds us, as well as the women down at the front getting all excited over something. But I can’t move my eyes from the man who has a beef with me for some reason.
“Get your fucking hands off my girlfriend,” Kasey roars seconds before his fist flies into the guy’s face, and I’m free, and falling backwards.
Kasey wraps an arm around my waist, stopping my flight down the stairs, and keeps me tightly in his arms. “You’ll be lucky to ever get inside this arena again.”
Security comes rushing up, better late than never. Kasey turns me away from the asshole and cradles my face in his hands. “Are you okay?”
Shaking my head, I wrap my arms around his neck and burst into tears when he wraps his arms tightly around my waist. “Don’t let go,” I beg, my body shaking slightly.
“I’ve got you,” Kasey whispers, and keeps his lips pressed against the top of my head.
“Is she okay?” someone asks.
“No. I need to get her out of here,” Kasey answers.
“Let’s get her around back and ask Doc to take a look at her wrist.”
“Fuck,” Kasey curses and moves me away from him. “Let me see your wrist.”
“It throbs,” I tell Kasey as I hold it out for him to see.
He carefully slides up my sleeve and then his face tightens with anger. “I wish I’d killed the fucking asshole.”
“Kasey, no. Let him be handed over to the cops. I don’t want you to be in trouble. I need you with me.”
He slides his fingers through my hair and cupping the back of my head, brings me closer so that he can kiss my forehead. “Let’s go.” He tucks me under his arm, and cradles my sore wrist in his large hand so that no more damage can happen to it.
