Page 12 of Blind Date with a #HOCKEYBOY (Love Canyon: Blind Date with a #BOOKBOYFRIEND #2)

NOAH

EDEN: Tough game, bestie. Hugs. Cole is grumpier than usual. If you need tacos, call.

ROMEO: CHANGE MY DAMN NAME. Also, get your own tacos tonight, LeCav

OLLIE: It was fucking brutal. Mikayla and I watched it with mom and dad. Shake it off.

F our fucking goals.

I thought Brett was going to take away my favorite tape rolls from the way he glared at me.

But I fucking deserved it. My head wasn’t in the game. It was on Quinn, and how I was done letting her think we were all benefits and nothing more.

It was the first time, other than the day after that first kiss, I let my head go somewhere during a game.

Same results, same girl, different day.

That game sucked, too. And after, I had told Brett about the mystery girl. And Big B did the big brother thing and helped me try to figure out who she was. But until Love Canyon, it was all dead ends.

Now she was living with me, in my bed most nights, and she wasn’t it was because I was on the road. I had a sneaking suspicion she slept in my bed when I was gone, because my bedsheets smelled like her. Fuck if I said a word, because I loved the idea.

But it had been almost a month, and things hadn’t changed. I cooked for her every chance I got, and we even drove to the training center some days, though she worked with the guys who were injured more than anyone else on the team doing rehab with them.

Still, I wanted to tell her. But I didn’t.

I parked in front of our place (yep, was calling it that) and shut off the engine.

There was only one light on, which meant either she wasn’t home or already asleep.

The damn plane taxied for forty five minutes due to weather delays, and I was late getting back.

There went my plan about telling her she was my mystery girl.

And that I was in love with her,

I slung my overnight bag over my shoulder, stomped up the stairs, and unlocked the front door. The bag made a loud thud as I dropped it, and I spun around, intending on going into the kitchen when I saw her.

No, not just her.

But the girl from that night.

Fishnets. Black dress.

And the same sparkle and rhinestone covered ghost face mask.

Sitting in a chair next to the floor lamp. Legs crossed and sexy as fuck.

“I hear you’ve been looking for me, hockey boy.” Her voice sounded shaky as she stood. “So, here I am.”

Silence stretched on as we faced each other, neither moving. I waited, watching her. Gauging her reactions.

She broke the silence coming closer, stuttering and rambling, “I wanted to tell you but then I couldn’t because I didn’t want anything.

That was right after I found out about Mark and…

her, and I thought about you ever since, but I thought you were just some sign from the Universe to get off my ass, then when I smelled you before our date and you called me beautiful, I freaked out, then you made me come and I’d never come like that before, and I freaked out more.

Then the interview, and then I realized I was catching feelings and-”

I cut her off, grabbing her and pulling her into me and dipping her just like I had the first time I kissed her. “It’s about fucking time.”

And then I crashed my mouth into hers, shoving every emotion I’d been holding back over the last six months until we were panting and clawing at each other like two desperate animals.

When we finally came up for air, she said, “You aren’t ma-”

“Stop,” I said placing my finger on her lips, the mask on the floor and her gorgeous face all mine to see. “I knew you’d come around. I don’t break promises, beautiful. And I promised the damn Universe if I ever found you again, I’d do anything to keep you.”

“That sounds strangely dark and romantic.” She but her lip, causing me to groan. “You and Theo reading dark romance for your next book?”

I lifted her, and she wrapped her legs around my waist. My dick, as usual, knew what it wanted, and this time, I didn’t even try to hide it. “Later. But now? I’m taking you to our bed. Fucking you senseless and filling you with all my cum until you’re a mess. Then making you breakfast.”

“Promise?”

“Fuck yes, beautiful.”