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Evie puts her hand on my arm and sits up straighter as she looks at the game going on. My attention returns to the players on the ice, zeroing in on Kaiden just before he slaps the puck with the side of his hockey stick. The black disc becomes a blur as it lifts from the ice and heads toward the net. It all happens so fast, I’m not sure what’s going on until the crowd goes wild.
Evie jumps from her seat and pulls me up with her. “He scored! He scored!” she squeals.
Serena and Wendy join us in our celebration and the four of us bounce in place like pogo sticks.
When I drop back down in my seat, I sigh. “That was exciting. I think I love hockey.”
Evie nudges me with her arm. “See? You’ll be a super fan in no time.”
* * *
“It feels good to be home,” I say, kicking off my sneakers. “Those arena seats are no joke. My ass may never be the same again.” I rub my hands over my jeans-covered cheeks.
“I’ll kiss it for you and make it feel better,” Kaiden offers, undoing his tie.
“I’ll let you.” I smile. “But seriously, I have a theory about the seats you’re going to want to hear.”
He grabs a bottle of water from the fridge, twists the cap off, and takes a long pull of the cold liquid. “Ahh, that hit the spot. So, what’s this fascinating theory of yours?”
“Hey, I never claimed it would be fascinating.” I lean back against the island.
“Maybe I find everything you say to be fascinating,” he says, drinking down another gulp of water.
“Then this is sure to blow you away.” It really won’t, but that’s okay. “I think if the spectator seats were more comfortable, the fans wouldn’t be as unruly. My ass hurt so badly at one point, I thought about starting a fight just so I’d have an excuse to get out of my seat.”
He laughs. “You’re adorable, and I might pay money to see you get into a fight over one of my games. While your theory is possible, it’s not plausible. Hockey fans go to games for a good time and they get fired up. They’re loyal, and if anyone talks shit about their team it’s like they’ve been insulted personally. Sometimes it’s resolved with shit talking back and forth and sometimes they’ll come to blows. But no matter what, they have fun.”
“I don’t know much about the game itself, but I know I loved watching you fly around the ice and race for the puck. I felt so proud when you scored. You’d think I was the one who made the goal.”
Setting the half full bottle on the counter, he lifts me onto the island and steps between my legs. He gently sweeps a lock of hair back from my face, tucking it behind my ear. “I loved having you at my game. You felt proud when I scored, but I felt just as proud knowing you were there. I wanted everyone in the arena to know you’re mine.”
“The jersey you had made for me is a pretty good indicator.” I pluck at the material with my fingers. On the back where it’s supposed to say his last name, Hart, it instead says “Kaiden’s Heart.”
He frames my face with his hands and leans down, brushing his lips over mine. He angles his head to the side and I do the same, deepening our kiss. My fingers creep up his chest, landing on each end of his tie. Gripping the material, I tug him closer as our tongues tangle. He lets out a growl, letting me know he likes my aggressiveness. Hooking my legs around his waist, I press my heels into his ass, urging him closer. He complies eagerly, grinding the bulge behind his dress pants against the seam in my jeans.
His mouth slides down to my neck, leaving a damp path in its wake. “After my games I’m really hungry,” he says.
I tip my head back. “Yeah?”
“Mhmm.” He hums against my skin. “Ravenous.” He bites the curve of my shoulder and I cry out. His palm splays across the middle of my chest. “Lie back.”
I lower to the granite surface, waiting for whatever comes next. He stretches my arms out on the counter above my head, then pulls the undone tie from around his neck.
Holy crap. He’s going to tie me up.
With my heart racing, I study his face as he wraps the silky material around my wrists. His blue eyes unwaveringly focus on the knot he’s tying. When I think he’s finished, he surprises me even more by walking around to the other side of the island. He tugs on the excess material, stretching my arms above me to capacity. I can’t see what he’s doing, but as soon as he heads back around to me, I tug with my hands and feel resistance. He’s fastened the remainder of the tie around the back of one of the barstools.
“Are you with me, baby?” he asks, making sure I’m okay.
“Yes.”
“That’s my girl.” He undoes the button on my jeans, then drags the zipper down. I’m so ready to have his hands and mouth on me, it feels like he’s moving in slow motion. He yanks at my jeans, but they’re too tight to pull straight off. I raise my hips as he wiggles the material down my ass and hips then lower as he drags them from my legs, taking my socks too.
“Christ, you’re so fucking sexy.” His gaze is full of desire as it glides over me like a soft, warm caress. He thrusts my legs apart with both hands, then skims his fingertips from mid-thigh to the point where they meet the edges of my panties. He dips each index finger underneath the material, sliding it back and forth teasingly. I squirm with anticipation. I want his thick fingers inside me. Ineedthem inside me.
“Please, Kaiden,” I beg.
“Does your pussy need me?”
