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“Thank fuck for that,” I mutter. “You’re saving yourself from weeks, months, and, God forbid, years of disappointment.”
“Reid…” She gives me an exasperated look, but I’m undeterred. They’re facts, and I’m sticking to them.
“What?”
“It’s fine,” she says, shoving her black-rimmed glasses over her nose. It screams book nerd to a tee, and, fuck me, she’s alluring as hell with those things. When I’m in drills with the boys, she’s up in the stands reading a book. Her legs crossed, engrossed in the words coming off the pages and she’s the perfect asset to the hockey rink.
I’d fucking win her the Stanley Cup if she were mine. Having her watch me play a game, coming back to her all sweaty and exhausted, I’d get a second round of energy because I’d want her underneath my hockey gear with my hockey number on her back.
“It’s better I know now then—”
“You wanna put that theory to the test?” I press because Weston, the dude, is predictable as hell.
She perks a brow at me, then cocks her head to the side with suspicious eyebrows. “How?”
“Do you trust me?”
I’m not sure why I’m asking her because I don’t know if I trust myself with what I’m conjuring up in my head.
“Yes.”
I revel in the fact that she says that without hesitation as I reach out to rearrange her body, placing her with her spine to the ice and her face looking at mine and myself towering over her like I’m about to fuck her right here and now.
“You don’t move,” I order, flicking my gaze over her head to check on the boys real quick. “And let me do all the work.”
“What work?” she asks, staring up at me as Aiden sashays the puck back and forth with his defensemen in tow.
“Let’s see how quickly I can get Weston to move. No man likes competition when it comes to another woman. If he wants a chance with you, he’s going to need to know that someone else is looking at you, too.”
“You mean to make him jealous?”
As fuck.
The problem with Weston is that he thinks Hollyn is going to stick around. That he can pick and choose the time when he decides to waste it and do whatever it is he wants to do with her.
Kiss her.
Fuck her.
Use her.
All three things make my jaw tick, but I reign in my rising temper and inhale a deep breath to keep myself from doing the same thing.
Except for the latter.
Hollyn is a grown-ass woman, free to make her own choices, and if she’s setting her sets on that stupid fucker, who the hell am I to tell her no?
“You got it.” Aiden makes a shot for the net, and it hits the rim, causing a bit of a ruckus on the ice with all the kids trying to obtain possession of it. “Eh, fuck.”
“What?”
“Aiden is trying to score.”
She immediately glimpses over her shoulder to look, but I thumb her chin to keep looking at me, robbing her of the opportunity like an asshole.
“He’ll get it, Shorty. The next go.”
“Why? How do you know?”
