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The perfect chaser for the bitter memories threatening to rise up at the story Isla told.
Jack and Siri are nothing more than an amusing story to me now. Hell, I sent them a wedding present when I heard they finally tied the knot. To each their own. But hope has a way of leaving a bitter aftertaste once shattered.
“I don’t know what tastes better,” Baylor whispers in my ear. “You or the tequila.”
Fire burns in my belly, a mix of the alcohol and the lust this man stirs in me. Wide shoulders and muscled arms that promise he could pick me up and fuck me against a wall if he was so inclined. Heat chases away the cold thoughts.
Baylor Levine. Right winger of the illustrious hockey team with a reputation for what he does off the ice just as attention-catching as for what he does on it. His messy dark blonde hair falls in waves over his face, softening the angles of his cheekbones and giving him a boyish charm that his size shouldn’t allow for.
“Yes, you do.” My voice sounds husky even to my own ears. His eyes darken and his tongue swipes over his lips.
“You’re right. I do.” His cocky smile spells trouble and I get lost in the playful warmth of his hazel eyes. “It’s definitely the tequila.”
A laugh spills out of me, taking me by surprise. But I’m not the only one, Isla practically cackles at my side.
Baylor’s large hand claps down on my thigh, heat spreading through me at the touch. Why are his hands so goddamn hot? “Yup, I’m taking you home with me.” Before I have a chance to respond, his hands slip under my ass and he’s lifting me off my seat and throwing me over his shoulder. “Now.” That damn spark turns to an inferno. Nothing like a man who’s strong enough to toss you around.
Isla looks up at me, a wicked gleam in her eyes. Girl knows how to be a wingwoman better than anyone I know. She knows it too, leaning against Wells’ leg, looking smug as fuck. Mhm, she’s not hiding shit from me.
Chuckles follow us as he starts to carry me out of the room. My eyes drift over the group we’ve spent most of the night around. A mix of Isla’s usual friends and a large sprinkling of hockey players, thanks to her crush. Don’t think it’s one-sided either. Maybe we will both have stories to share tomorrow.
“At least leave the tequila,” Zac calls out. I flip him off at the same time Baylor says, “No.” His hand smacks down on my ass. “I have plans for this tequila.”
I can’t help but laugh at the exclamations that follow us as he steps over people to carry me out of the room. I lift my head up, tearing my gaze away from his ass and meet a certain winger’s eyes. “Wells, I’ll kill you if she doesn't make it home in one piece.”
His mouth parts open in shock but he lifts his hand in acknowledgement. “Promise to bring her home safe and sound.”
Baylor slows his steps for me to finish this conversation. I cock my head as my eyes flick knowingly between the pair. “Maybe safe and disheveled, ya feel?” His body shakes under mine with his suppressed laughter and Isla’s cheeks heat as she flips me off. Look at me, I can be a wingwoman too. I wink at her. Wells nods slowly, closing his mouth with a small smirk.
“I can do that.”
Isla swore we would have a good time with the hockey guys, turns out she was more than right. A girl could get used to this. Being carried out of the party like a drunk princess.
“Onward, Levine.”
His hand smacks down on my ass again, a little harder this time.
“Sorry, Lefine,” I taunt, using the pun I hear around campus. I’m not surprised this time when his hand hits my ass. Joke’s on him though, that shit turns me on.
The front door closes behind us and the tequila is starting to go to my head. I rest my head against his back and can feel how strong he is, his muscles flexing with each step. He walks down the street and I saw him take way too many shots for him to be heading to his car.
“You gonna put me down?”
His hand runs down my ass and thighs. “Nope. I like the way you feel against me.”
A lick of lust runs down my spine. “Our apartment is the blue one on the Mayfield corner of the square.” The square is a small business park that’s not actually a square. I don’t even know when or how it got the name, it just is. It’s almost like a courtyard with open grass areas, tables, and a fountain in the center. It’s surrounded on all sides by primarily college housing, making it a popular spot for people to hang out.
“You live in the Wild West?” There’s no judgment in his tone, but a fair note of shock. Our building doesn’t have a stellarhistory and might be known for having no rules or security and just so happens to be on the west side of the square, earning it the charming nickname. It’s a place where anything goes. Something college students seem to take as a challenge. But it’s close to campus, has good parking, and is part of the square, while still being much cheaper than any of the other options.
“We’re never bored,” I say, running my fingers over the hard muscles in his back. His body stiffens under my touch and something that sounds suspiciously like a growl comes from him. My body slides against his as he brings me down his front and sets me back on my feet. “Thought you liked the way I felt?”
“Maybe a little too much,” he responds, reaching his hand down to adjust himself in his jeans. I bite my lip as I watch him. That’s not a small bulge. Maybe he will live up to the rumors.
By the time we make it to my front door, my skin feels like it’s on fire, my fingers itch to feel his corded muscles under my touch, and my panties have grown uncomfortably damp. The banter has been fun, but I’m ready for the night to move on to the bang. Literally.
I unlock the door and walk in first, taking a few steps to hit the light switch. His body backs me up against the wall the moment the door closes behind him, his lips finding my skin, trailing kisses up my neck to my ear. His teeth catch my earlobe between them and he gently tugs. A small gasp escapes me. How did he know that’s my weak spot?
“Hmm,” he hums. “I’m ready to see how you taste everywhere else.” He hands me the bottle of tequila. “Clothes off, first.” He doesn’t wait for me to respond, finding the button of my jeans with his hand and unbuttoning them. I tilt my hips away from the wall so he can slide them down easily. As soon as they hit the floor, I kick off my shoes and step out of the pants.
