Page 91 of Hockey Halloween

Mason

Am I proud of the fact I’m using this woman to annoy her ex? No. Or the fact I’m using him as an excuse to touch her? Also no.

But seeing the way he sneered when he got out of the car, nudged his friends to look over in her direction, triggered some kind of protective instincts.

I remember the boys telling stories of our former captain, August Kade, and his now wife, Rowan, who was another of Johnny’s former conquests. JW treated her like shit, and Kade kissed the face off her at a de la Pena Christmas party so it would get back to Johnny.

The two of them dropped gloves at the next game, and Kade handed JW’s ass to him.

Am I hoping for history to repeat itself? Fuck yeah, I am. If he instigates something on the ice tomorrow night, I’m sure as shit not going to back down. No woman on the face of the earth deserves the Johnny White treatment.

I don’t know much about Lilith, but I can already tell she didn’t deserve her heart to be steamrolled by that asshole.

I lower my mouth to Lilith’s, hovering for just a second, expecting her to cringe, or wince, or flinch, or worse, pull back entirely, but she doesn’t. She rolls onto her tiptoes, tilts her head back, inviting me to kiss those plump, pink, cupid’s bow lips.

It’s a gentle sweep of our mouths against each other that results in a warm tingle flashing across the sensitive skin of my lips. She gasps and reaches for me at the same time I lean into her for more. Her mouth opens for me without hesitation, and her tongue is lying in wait.

She’s as hungry for me as I am for her, spearing her fingers into the hair curling at the nape of my neck.

She curls her nails into my skin making me growl.

I pick her up, spin her around, and grind against her as my flagpole dick presses into her crotch.

She curls her legs behind my back, holding me to her, pulling me into her, as her mouth kisses me with a passion I wasn’t expecting.

Her body doesn’t say she’s disgusted by me. In fact, she moves her hands from behind my neck to cup my face. I half expect to feel her shudder as her palms caress my cheeks, as her fingers explore the rough edges of my scar, but she doesn’t pause for breath.

I can’t tell if Johnny is watching, if he even saw me kissing her, and right now, I don’t fucking care.

Time stands still, my hands hold her, bracing her waist against the metal building she’s pinned against. Her hips are rolling against my cock, and I swear to all that’s holy, if she keeps this up, I’m going to jizz in my boxers.

When we eventually break apart, her lips are puffy, her eyes wild, and her fingers are back in my hair, making me tip my head back and lean into her sharp, scratching fingernails.

She gives me a small smile that lifts her rosy, pink cheeks. “That wasn’t a pity kiss.”

I shake my head, leaning down to brush my nose against hers. “No, Ghost. It wasn’t.”

She purses her lips, not making any move to slide down my body and stand on her own two feet. “Why do you call me that?”

“Because I didn’t see you when I bumped into you. And now you’re haunting me.”

She grins, and my cock presses against my jeans even harder.

“I kind of like that.” She trails her nose against my scar and something inside me flexes.

No one other than doctors have touched that part of me.

I try not to touch it as much as possible.

It disgusts me. And yet, she’s burying her nose in the rivulet and making herself at home.

“Why have you been extra scowly with me?” Her voice is small but not shaking, and she’s searching my eyes for an answer she can’t seem to find. “And then you kiss me like that? Talk about confusing.”

“You gasped when I took my mask off. I figured you saw me as a beast like everyone else.”

Her pale face slackens, her mouth falling open, and her eyes popping wide. It’s possible I misread the situation entirely because tears spring into her eyes. “No,” she whispers. “Are you serious?”

“Please don’t get upset and pity me. They call me The Beast because I’m grotesque, Lilith. Most people recoil in horror.”

She gives a watery laugh, somewhere between crying and amusement.

“I gasped because of how hot you are. And I think they might call you Beast because you’re built like a brick shit house.

I don’t think they’re being unkind or referring to your face.

” She dots a line of tiny, painfully slow kisses along the jagged line on my cheek.

“And if it upsets you so much, why don’t you simply tell them to stop? ”

She says it as though it’s just that simple, and studies me for a long moment before pressing a chaste kiss onto my lips.

“We should get back.” She stares at my lips for a long time like she wants to say something else, but she goes quiet, and lowers herself to the ground, using my shoulders to keep her balance.

“Thank you for defending my honor in front of my asshole ex-boyfriend.” She rocks back on her heels, staring at the ground between her feet. Again, she looks like she has more to say, but instead, she shakes her head and disappears around the outdoor merch hut in a blur of auburn waves and hips.

I don’t know what made her pull away from me and go back to the Halloween maze waiting around the corner from us, but I do know my body already misses her curves being pressed up against me.

And I definitely want to do it again.