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Boss surprised me as he patted me on the back and grinned. He knew my plan and also must’ve been sensing that I was having a cowardly moment. “Go on,” he said, brown eyes twinkling. He appeared to be twice his usual size in his gear, and he must’ve had twice the balls, too, because he winked at Wy.
I smacked Boss so hard he almost fell on his ass. He backed off with a laugh and headed toward the doors to go out into the rink.
Rain peeked his head around the side of the lockers nearest me, and I had the urge to rearrange his face—which hadn’t quite gone away since he’d run his mouth about Wy and me—but in his own way, he was still part of the team, so I restrained the urge. He slipped his hand toward me and tugged on the shirt clutched in mine.
“I could go give it to him, and he could meet you out there.” He widened his eyes at me, and I was pretty sure the little shit knew I wouldn’t want him to even think about it. I glared, and he backed off, scurrying away.
Wy pursed his lips, his gaze dancing between me and the empty spot that used to contain Rain, and then he grinned. “Hey. What’s up?”
I swallowed hard as my heart hammered. I wasn’t sure why, but it was easier to open my stupid mouth and tell Wy I loved him than do this. Maybe because my pride was mixed up in this bullshit with the team. I stared at him as his smile twisted down in the corner and his eyebrows marched up his forehead. He was more important than all that garbage in my head, and I’d made that decision the night I’d seen him laid out on a hospital bed—even if I hadn’t known it at the time.
Somehow, he’d become themostimportant thing in my life, right above hockey.
Better than everything else.
Awkwardly I walked over, the blade guards on my skates making me wobble like a penguin. He snickered as he gave me a once-over and grabbed his crutches, clearly getting ready to stand and walk out into the rink. I held up my stick and gestured that he should stay put, then sank down next to him on the bench. I spent a second getting my thoughts together and sliding my skates back and forth across the floor.
Wy tapped the side of my skate with the end of his crutch, silently asking me what this was all about.
Letting out a breath, I went to a knee beside him, and his mouth dropped open.
“I’m sorry, but what in all the pits of a hot blue hell are you doing?” he asked on a wheezy breath. “If you pull out a ring, I am not sure what I’ll say. Just a warning.”
Holy shit, I hadn’t considered what this would look like. I glanced around while I panicked, and then he began to laugh so hard that he had to gasp and hold his sides to stay upright.
“You fucker.” I smacked the thigh of his good leg with my stick, and he shoved my chest. Winking, I set my stick and the gift aside, then slipped his suit jacket from his shoulders. His body heat was enticing through his shirt, and I tickled my fingers along his neck.
“I’m going to allow this, but you definitely don’t have time to fuck me before the game,” he said with a grin.
“That isn’t what I’m doing,” I grumbled.
“Are you sure?” He pouted at me, and I couldn’t help but laugh.
I worked his tie loose, and he sat there, letting me touch him. After I raised the tie over his head and laid it aside, he clasped my cheeks with both hands and tilted my head back so he could stare into my eyes.
“What are you doing? You have to get out there.” He glanced in the direction of the doors.
“They won’t start without me,” I said, and I knew that was true because I’d begged Bailey in the announcers’ box to wait. He would stall, and I could already hear the crowd laughing, which probably meant our mascot was out on the ice.
My fingers trembled as I began to unbutton his nice blue shirt, and his cheeks flushed pink as he spread his legs and leaned back against the bench. I couldn’t let myself look down because I probably only had about ten minutes, no matter what Bailey had promised me. I didn’t have time to blow Wy or fuck him or do any of the other hundred-and-one things that flashed through my mind. I licked my lips, and he let out a sound that was damned close to a whimper.
His hips shifted forward, the small movement making it clear that he wanted me—almost as much as the forming tent in his pants. He couldn’t stay still when he was turned on, and I loved that. I slipped my hand down to give him a quick rub, and he nodded. Laughing, I tugged my hand away from the hot wood trapped behind too much fabric and got yet another pop of his bottom lip in my direction.
“We really don’t have time for it,” Wy said, but he dropped his head back and closed his eyes as I tugged his shirt free from his pants. I leaned in to kiss the long, enticing curve of his neck.
“I know. I wish we did. Help me get your shirt off.”
His brow furrowed, but he snorted out a tiny laugh as he shrugged his shoulders and allowed me to pull the shirt free of his arms. He had a black tank top underneath, and I leaned up to plant my lips on the hard curve of his muscled shoulder. I licked there and nibbled, and he ran his hand up to the back of my head to tease into my hair.
“We don’t—”
“Have time, I know.” Grinning, I grabbed the shirt from the bench and slipped it over his head. He frowned down at the black jersey but cooperated and slid his arms into the long sleeves that would keep him warm out in the rink. I’d wanted to make sure he would be comfortable. He traced his fingers along the silver Co-Captain in the center of his chest. Below that was the team logo proudly displaying Polar Storms, and the entire team had signed the shirt in silver fabric paint so that he would be able to wash and wear it all season.
Wy tugged on the hem, smoothing the jersey out, and his face flushed red. His eyes glimmered in a way that I loved to see when I was fucking him. I knew tears were swimming beneath the surface. I felt proud of myself when I made him cry while I was hammering his prostate, and I was a little surprised to have the same delicious sensation slither through me now. He glanced up, and my heart leaped as our gazes locked.
“What is this?” Wy asked.
I shrugged. “We had lunch together with the team, but I figured you needed a permanent reminder that you belong with us. Your knee is getting better, and you can do more now. You can direct some of the action. No one wants you to go to MCU. I don’t want you to leave. I need you to stay.” The last words barely escaped into the air between us, and I had trouble swallowing.
