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She’d made tonight a hundred times easier, and the realization that things had been shifting between us for a long time had slammed into my chest when I nearly kissed her right in my living room.
I could picture it now. Marcus pounding me into oblivion while it played live on national news, but honest to God, in that moment, it would’ve been worth it. I was man enough to admit I’d been terrified. It felt like the entire world was watching as my future was decided for me. The world was caving in, and Piper somehow knew it. She drugged my senses, making everything easier. An overwhelming feeling of rightness settled over me, and my heart slowed in my chest. No matter what happened in the draft, I was going to be just fine because Piper Adams’s hand was laced in mine.
“You calling dibs on that?” Marcus followed my gaze, his dark eyes on the blonde, who I now realized was wearing the shortest skirt I’d ever seen. Something told me there would be nothing left to the imagination if she bent over.
“Since when do you give a shit about dibs?”
“Since I want to win this competition, I know better than to go against your pretty ass.” Marcus punctuated his point with a slap to my ass that had me chuckling.
“Fuck off.”
“You’re such a slut, Lucas.” He wasn’t wrong. I’d spent years of our friendship being the most depraved of all of us. I’d done shit I wasn’t proud of. Slept with girls who I had no intention of calling. But right now, there was only one girl I gave a shit about, and there was no way I was fucking that up with some nameless puck bunny.
The girl in question smiled at us, and unease unfurled in my stomach and left a nasty taste in my mouth. “She’s all yours, buddy. I’m going to grab another drink. You want one?”
Marcus gave me a cocky-ass smile and started his way to his next conquest. “I’m good. I’ll see you in a bit.”
“Won’t last long, eh?”
He chuckled, walking backward in her direction. “However long it takes to get the job done. So long as they’re yelling my name.”
“You know if they’re screaming like a porn star, they’re faking it, right?”
“Who gives a shit?” Marcus middle finger saluted me and headed into the crowd.
I finished my beer in one sip. Poor fucking girls had no idea what they were getting into with him. He was a solid fucking friend, loyal to the core, and an amazing teammate. Always made you feel like together you could do anything on the ice. But he was a fucking asshole when it came to women. I was bad, but he was worse. Proof was in the fact that after that conversation, I highly doubted he’d ever given a girl an orgasm.
I scanned the room, spotting Jax in the kitchen, eating a slice of pizza while some chick talked him up. He was nodding while chewing and looked entirely too proud of himself. Probably happy that he had a sure lay tonight.
He wasn’t who I was looking for though. Piper was somewhere in here. She’d turned up a half hour after us, but I’d instantly lost her in the crowd. If it wouldn’t have been extremely fucking obvious, I’d have chased after her. I’d caught glimpses of her every now and then. She was with her friend Shana and another girl I didn’t recognize. The last I’d seen of them, they’d been dancing, but their spot on the dance floor was now filled with a group of couples grinding on each other.
The music pulsed through the air, and the crowd moved with it. Their motions mimicked sex in the best way possible. The blood drained from my body and went straight to my dick when my gaze landed on the prettiest fucking blonde. Piper was shifting with the music in long, fluid movements, letting it take over her, and I was frozen in place, helpless to do anything but watch. Her clear blue eyes met mine, a slow smile curling the corner of her mouth until a fucking dead man crossed between us and wrapped his fingers around her waist.
My legs moved, and I had him by the collar before my brain caught up.
“The fuck are you doing?” I practically growled at the guy, who just looked at me with his mouth popped open.
“Buddy. I was just dancing with her.”
“Now you’re just leaving,” I growled.
He looked between Piper and me and nodded. “Yeah, man. Of course. I’m out.”
I didn’t watch him leave, all my attention caught on Piper. I walked her backward until her spine was pressed against the wall, half hidden by a wood hutch from the rest of the room. We were so close our chests nearly touched with each of our breaths.
“Where’s Samantha?”
“I don’t give a fuck about Samantha. I ditched her, and she went home with Davis.” Anger radiated down my spine at the idea that any one of these dicks would touch her. “Do you know who that asshole was?”
“Some hockey player.”
I laughed without humor, moving in closer until we lined up from thigh to chest. “Hockey players are only after one thing.”
“You’d know, wouldn’t you?” She wore a devilish smirk and brought her mouth to a hairsbreadth from mine. “I want a hockey player.”
Fuck. My fingers gripped her hips as tension rolled through my spine. Desperation skated over my skin as her tongue grazed my mouth when she wet her lip. I had to use all of my willpower to stop myself from chasing that touch, from taking her tongue into my mouth and tasting her. My arms trembled with the force of holding myself back while she looked up at me with heated eyes.
I inhaled through my nose, willing my heart to still as I straightened. It was physically painful to put distance between us, but this couldn’t happen. Wouldn’t happen.No matter how much I fucking wanted it to.
