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Her eyes are bright with amusement and arousal as I pull her up against my chest with a hard tug. “Really? Did I do good?”
“You did great,” I tell her emphatically, cupping her breast tightly. “God, you’re sexy. Isn’t she hot, Hughes?”
“So fucking hot,” Michael agrees, coming behind her and lifting the pile of her curls off her neck so he can kiss her.
She shivers beneath our touch.
“Okay, I’m sorry,” Crew says immediately and with zero sincerity, peeling himself off of the couch so he can join the party. “Sorry, Nate.”
But Danielle’s hand comes out. “You can just wait there a minute, Crew. Until it’s your turn.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Crew says, sounding shocked and totally turned on.
My feelings precisely.
“Damn,” Michael breathes. “That’s our girl. Learning to take charge.”
“And you’re about to get rewarded for it,” I tell her, teasing her nipple between my thumb and forefinger. “Let’s get this sweater off.”
Hughes and I mutually worshiping her body is going to be a hell of a lot more fun than running around in vests total strangers have been in and out of all day.
Turns out it's my lucky day after all.
CHAPTER 18
Crew
The only thingworse than being hurt and not able to practice is being hurt and not being able to play. But I have to be a good teammate and sit my ass on the bench and cheer the rest of the team on as they face off with the Beavers.
Fuck. This.
The Beavers score again, and I run a hand through my hair in agitation. What the fuck are they doing?
Alexsei skates to the wall and vaults over, taking a break.
I stomp to his side. “You have to go after Simons,” I tell him. “Take it right from him. He’s not faster than you. What the fuck’s going on?”
Alexsei glares at me. “Are you kidding me right now?”
“What?”
“Sit down, McNeill. I’ve got enough coaches.”
“Clearly not. He’s beat you three times.”
Alexsei turns, facing me fully. The Ukrainian has only about an inch on me and maybe ten pounds. We’re very evenly matched size wise. Demeanor wise too. Neither of us is really a brawler. But he looks ready to punch me.
What the hell is that? I’m just saying the truth. He knows it. What’s his problem?
“Back off, McNeill,” Alexsei says.
I straighten to my full height. Fucking bring it on. That would be a hell of a lot more exciting than sitting on my ass and watching my team lose to these dickheads from Minnesota.
“You want to go?” I ask, stepping a little closer.
“No, I don’t fucking want to ‘go’. Not with you,” he says. He lowers his voice. “Jesus, I can’t go after Simons like I want to. If I end up in the penalty box or hurt, what are we going to do? You’re out. The rest of us need to be healthy and on the ice. So sit the fuck down and get better so we can do this the way we planned.”
I stare at him.
