Page 128 of Puck Love

“Oh my god, Van,” she says resting her head in her hands. “This is going to cause another mediameltdown.”

“He had it coming,” Isay.

“He’ll press charges. You’ll get fined, not to mention another gamesuspension.”

“Coach already gave me a one-gamesuspension.”

“But it’s the StanleyCup.”

“And it was worth it.” I shrug. “There are still at least three games left. Besides, if I’m not on the ice I can be here, doing my favorite woman instead. Maybe this time we’ll actually get to eat thepasta.”

“Oh my god, I can’t believe you,” she says, but since I’m kissing my way down her body and using my tongue to dip into her sweet pussy, I can’t tell if she’s saying that because of my admission or whether she’s just enjoying myministrations.

I can’t believe her either. This woman can have any man she wants, and here she is living in my cabin, welcoming me home at the end of a long day, and attempting to cook for me—when we both know it’s not her strongsuit.

Stella stole my heart when she crashed into my mountain, and she’s had possession of it ever since. Ordinarily, I’m a man who likes to win, but I’m completely okay with losing to an opponent as perfect as sheis.