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“Not so fast, shortcake.” I hooked my arm around her waist and tugged her back to me.
“Noah, what—”
I kissed her, drowning out her protests as my tongue slicked against hers. Aurora melted into me, a sexy as fuck whimper vibrating deep in her throat as I slid my hand into her hair, tilting her face so I could deepen the kiss.
Never, never had I enjoyed kissing a girl so much.
And I’d kissed a lot of girls in my short lifetime.
She was so pliant in my hands. Soft and willing. As if she was handing me all her trust to show her the way.
“I can’t wait to get you naked again.”
“That wasn’t the deal,” she reminded me.
“Deal, smeal.” I kissed her forehead, staring into her eyes, feeling the thread between us coil tighter and tighter. “You owe me a date, shortcake.”
“Goodbye, Noah.” She wrenched out of my hold.
And this time, I let her go. Because tomorrow night…
Tomorrow, Aurora Hart was mine.
Oomph.
The air left my lungs as Connor slammed me into the boards.
“You’re looking sloppy, Holden.” He grinned, slapping me on the back as I tried to right myself.
“Five goals in the net would say otherwise.” I smirked.
“Hey, assholes. Quit flirting,” Aiden yelled. “Run it again.”
“Jesus, he’s like Coach Tucker on crack,” I murmured.
We’d been at it an hour already. My legs burned the only way they could from skating up and down the ice for sixty minutes. But the twitch and tingle in my glutes and calves was a feeling I’d learned to love over the years.
“You heard the man. Let’s run it again.” Connor smirked, cutting in front of me to take up his position on the ice.
“Your speed is good, Holden. But you’ve got to be ready to receive the pass from Banks.”
“It’s different,” I said.
Last year, Linc and I had worked on this play over and over to the point where I could pull it off with my eyes closed. But Leon was new; he was still learning the ropes. We were still learning to read each other.
“We’ll get there,” I said, shooting Leon a reassuring look, tamping down the lick of frustration I felt.
Hockey was a team sport. There was no place for egos or one-man shows. But sometimes, I struggled to put my performance in the hands of others.
Because you couldn’t count on anyone but yourself.
Not true, I reminded myself.
This team was my brothers. My family. The only family I had now, given I’d completely cut off my old man and my family back in Buffalo.
But it didn’t always come easy letting them in.
We ran the play again, Leon’s pass finding my stick with precision. Cradling the puck, I switched hands, hurtling toward the net. Austin grinned, making himself larger than life in an attempt to distract me.
