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They're going to the Playoffs. Holy crap.
The rest of the team pours out of the box, celebrating with the guys on the ice. Jonas tries to pick Kris up, but nearly falls on his butt. He just laughs it off, whooping.
I shake my head. My brother is an idiot.
My gaze drifts to Kellan in the middle of the chaos, only to find his eyes already on me. He's standing completely still, staring straight at me. The look on his face makes my stomach flip. It's pure possession, hot and wild.
It pins me in place, scorching me alive.
God, I can't wait to be back in his arms tonight. I'm falling in love with him fast. It's terrifying, and yet it feels completely natural too, as if this is exactly what I've needed the last six months.
I think he's falling too.
Please, let him be falling too.
Chapter Seven
Kellan
"Finally," I growl, draggingParker into my arms as soon as she steps off the elevator into the penthouse. I back her up against the wall, kissing her long and deep. I've wanted to do that all damn night.
Not being able to touch her in public is literal torture. Seeing her in the stands and knowing she was there for me as much as for Jonas wrecked me in the best way. I wanted to storm up there and pull her into my arms. But I can't. I have to play by her rules.
They don't apply here. Once she walks through the door, she's in my world. My rules are the only ones that matter.
I rip her jersey off over her head, tossing it over my shoulder as I boost her into my arms. She gasps, wrapping her legs around my hips. Her hands delve into my hair. She isn't gentle as shegrinds her hot little cunt against me, trying to take what she wants from me.
"Did watching me on the ice get you hot, Rebel?"
"No. Yes." She moans, writhing against the wall in ecstasy. "Everything about you gets me hot, Superstar."
She's not the only one. All I have to do is think her name and my dick reacts. I'm an addict, helplessly seeking out my next taste of her. She's caused a chemical reaction in my brain, short-circuiting it. Only I don't think there is a cure for this one. There is no detox or sobriety chip. There's just Parker.
I rip a hole in the crotch of her leggings, exposing her to me.
"You aren't wearing panties."
"Oops?"
I growl, biting her bottom. "You cover my pussy in public, Parker."
"My body, my choice," she mumbles, trying to undress me.
I grab her hands, pinning them to the wall over her head. She struggles against my hold for a minute before she scowls at me, annoyed that I'm not giving her what she wants.
"I had my tongue in both of your little holes, Rebel. That makes you mine. You cover my pussy in public," I enunciate. "Don't make me tell you again."
"You don't own me, Kellan Alexander."
Fuck, I love how defiant she is. She doesn't back down or give up. I don't think the wordsurrenderis in her vocabulary. She's a fierce little goddess and I can't get enough of it.
"Take my dick out, Rebel," I order, releasing her hands.
She huffs at me but doesn't waste time reaching for the placket of my dress pants. The back of her hand brushes across my erection as she fumbles with the button, trying to get it undone. I hiss, gritting my teeth.
The little minx does it again.
"Stop fucking with me and take my dick out, Parker."
