Page 19 of Home for the Hockey-Days (Cedar Rapids Raccoons)
CHAPTER 19
August
I ’ve barely stepped foot out of the arena, and she’s here, standing in front of me. The team trickles out around us as she stands staring me down from just a few feet away, her face a picture of concern. I stride toward her, closing the distance between us, and use the pad of my thumb to iron out the creases between her furrowed brows.
She grabs my hand, her breath whispering across my busted up knuckles as she inspects the damage, clucking her tongue. “What did he say?”
I debate not telling her, or lying and saying “nothing,” but she’s not stupid, and I don’t want to start whatever this might be between us with dishonesty.
Sliding my hand over her cheek and cupping her jaw, I tilt her head so she’s staring me straight in the eye. Her intensity disarms me, stealing my breath. “He called you a whore.”
She flinches at the word, it’s almost imperceptible because she’s gotten really fucking good at hiding when she’s hurting, but I see it. She doesn’t shrink away from me though, instead, she straightens her spine even more. This woman has balls of steel and seems to be clueless to the fact .
“Did you say anything back?” Her voice is hushed, her breath tickling my face with each spoken word.
I grunt. “I like to think my fists did at least most of the talking. But I told him the only person who gets to call you a dirty little whore is me, when I’m balls deep in your tight cunt, my cock covered in your cum, and I’m making you scream my name.”
Her face colors in seconds, her breath snagging on a small hiccup as she absorbs the words. “You didn’t.”
Nodding, I flash her a smile. “No one insults my girl, Rowan. And now everyone on the ice knows it. Especially that asshole Johnny White.”
“Your girl? How prehistoric. Are you going to bash me over the head with a club?”
I flash her a grin. “I didn’t think it was big enough to be called a club, but if that’s your kink I’ll totally hit you over the head with it.”
She laughs, shaking her head. Her jaw drops open. Closes. Opens again before she breaks into a wide grin. “You’re such a fucking caveman.”
“Maybe so, but I’m your fucking caveman.”
“Damn straight you are.”