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Chapter 14

MICAH

I shifted in front of Tucks, keeping an eye on the St. Louis forward in front of me and one of his linemates just to the right of me. We were up three to one with ten minutes left in the third period, and I was not going to let anything slip past me. I poked my stick out to try to knock the puck away from him, but he curved his stick into his body, and I caught his eyes quickly darting to his linemate. He made the pass, and I poked out my stick again, connecting with the puck and knocking it down the ice and away from Tucks.

Tally caught it on his stick and then he was skating up the ice with everyone hot on his heels. He passed to Sin on his right, but one of St. Louis’s defensemen checked Sin into the boards. It was a clean hit, and Sin managed to keep possession of the puck. I hovered right inside the St. Louis side of the ice with Timmy just ahead of me. It was my job to make sure Tucks was never unattended in case some of the opposing team broke away from our guys.

Sin passed the puck back to Tally, and Tally sent it to Santa when he couldn’t find an opening. Santa took his shot, and the clang of the pipes echoed through the arena. He tried for the rebound, but the St. Louis goalie covered the puck, and play was stopped. We got into position around the face-off dot, and Tally easily won, sending the puck back to Sin, who tried to take a shot, but one of St. Louis’s forwards snagged the puck, and we were all skating back toward Tucks.

I tracked the forward, cradling the puck on his stick, reaching out with my own to knock the puck free. He skated close to Tucks and tried to take a shot, but I blocked it, sending the biscuit toward the boards. As he went after it, I checked him into the wall, my hit clean. Crowding the guy from the other side, Dom shouldered in and managed to snag the puck. I was gassed, and Dom’s line had just hit the ice, but there wasn’t a clear break to get back on the bench as the puck ended up back in St. Louis’s possession. Dom finally got it back and passed it to Xan.

Timmy had gotten off the ice, and Fishy skated into the other defensive spot alongside me. We made our way up the ice, and Batesy was ready to hop on as soon as I cleared the door. I caught my breath and slid down the bench, taking a gulp of the sports drink in front of me. Xan had the puck and took his shot but missed. Flower scooped it up before the goalie could cover it. Flower passed it to Dom, who managed to narrowly avoid a hit into the boards by one of the opposing defensemen.

“You fucking got this,” Tally called out, and we were all on the edge of the bench, our gazes glued to the St. Louis net. Four to one would be sweet after Vegas the other night, and there were only five minutes left in the game.

Dom found his spot. Their guy had been weak on his blocker side, and Dom could read any goalie. He was always looking for the perfect angle. The puck sailed right between the guy’s blocker and his side, flying into the net as the goal horn blared, and we all shot to our feet to celebrate.

“Fuck yeah,” I yelled, banging the end of my stick on the floor in front of me. We were on fire tonight, playing so fucking cohesive. I wanted to play like this every game. Yeah, we were only in our second year, but this team was getting solid, and I was happy to be in Denver and on this team.

And if we won, I had further proof that Josie had to come to all my home games. Fuck, I loved seeing her in the arena cheering me on. I missed when she wasn’t close to the glass, but I liked that she was getting to know the other WAGs.

Shit. That should have freaked me out more than it did. We had to tell Ray, but I didn’t want my best friend pissed at me for hooking up with his sister, and if it blew up, he definitely would be.

Was I an idiot for wanting to really pursue her? For wanting more than just fucking around for a while? I needed to talk to her, but I didn’t want to hear her say that she was leaving Denver. Not that she’d mentioned it at all so far.

Fuck. I was distracted right now when I needed to be focused on finishing out this game with a win.

Someone hit my shoulder, and I glanced up to see Tally looking at me. “You okay, man?”

“What? Yeah. Fucking great,” I said as Dom and the rest of our teammates on the ice skated by to tap their gloves against ours.

“You sure?”

“Yup. Never better,” I muttered, then I turned my attention back to the ice. “Let’s finish this,” I called out, focusing on the only thing that mattered right now.

The game.

***

I raked my hand through my wet hair and read her text again.

Josie: You were amazing out there. Great game.

Josie: Can you meet me in office D after you’re done with your post-game stuff?

What was she up to, and why did it make me want to rush through my shower and media to get to her? Luckily, I wasn’t pulled in to answer any reporters’ questions, so escape would be soon.

Micah: Give me fifteen.

Micah: Everything okay?

Josie: Yeah, yeah. See you soon.

I ignored how weird the request was. I just wanted to take every moment with her that I could get since we were flying out to Winnipeg tomorrow for our next road trip and would be away for five days.

“You coming to Tipsy?” Tally asked as I headed for the door.

“Yeah, probably. Just have to get Josie,” I said.

“I’m glad things are going well for you two. I like her, and I definitely like her for you,” he said. “You need someone to shake you up a bit.”

“Um, thanks?”

He chuckled. “I meant that in a good way.”

“I’m not that boring,” I muttered.

“No. Never,” he deadpanned. “You’re not boring, just a bit uptight sometimes. You’re smiling and laughing a lot more.”

“Well, damn. I didn’t think I was as grouchy as Santa.”

“No one is as grouchy as Santa. Or at least, how he used to be before Anna.”

“I need a beer and shots. We ready?” Sin threw his arm around Tally’s neck.

“I have media, and then I’ll be there,” Tally said.

I ducked out of the room before anyone else could stop me and headed toward the office where Josie was mysteriously waiting.

“Hello there,” she said as soon as I opened the door, and I tried not to swallow my tongue. She was leaning against the desk, her legs bare, with just my jersey on. Her hair was braided to one side and falling over her shoulder.

Fuck me, she was beautiful.

She twirled the end of her braid. “So, I was thinking about getting some D in office D.”

I choked out a laugh. “Fucking hell, Hurricane.”

“That’s the idea,” she said, standing from the desk and walking toward me. “You should lock the door.”

“Shit.” I turned and locked it immediately. “What if someone else had walked in here before me?”

“Then they would’ve gotten a show.”

I growled.

She fanned herself. “Your growling is seriously the hottest sound.”

“Josie,” I grumbled, tugging her into my body, my hand palming her ass. “Do I need to spank you?”

“Is that supposed to be a form of punishment?” she rasped.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” I muttered. She grinned up at me. “Will you ever get tired of tormenting me?”

She shook her head from side to side. “Never. And before you have a panic attack, I had my leggings draped over my legs in case it wasn’t you walking in the door.”

Then I glanced down and noticed her pants in a pile next to her feet. I’d missed them since I was fixated on her.

“So, can I?”

“What?”

“Have some D.” Then she giggled. “I couldn’t resist.”

“You can have anything you want,” I said, and I lowered my mouth to hers, sealing our lips and swallowing her soft moan.

Fuck. She felt amazing in my arms. I craved her. It was an addiction I never wanted to recover from.

JOSIE

Micah lifted me into his arms, walking me back toward the empty desk. Cora said the space was sometimes used for an impromptu meeting with player’s agents or something. There weren’t a ton of furniture options available in the almost empty room, so this would have to do. I didn’t care as long as I was in his arms, and he was muttering all the dirty words to me as he made me come. My body quivered with need.

He sat me on the edge of the desk and broke the kiss, stepping back and pushing my thighs wide. Then he dropped to his knees as he shoved my jersey up.

“You’re fucking drenched, Hurricane. I can see it without even touching your panties. Did you have this plan to lure me in here and have your way with me all night long? Does the thought of us fucking in the arena make you wet?” His eyes were dark with a desire that matched my own.

“Maybe.”

He drew his finger over my heated center, pushing my panties against my aching clit, and I needed that fabric gone. I needed all of it gone so we could be skin on skin, with no barriers.

The sound of ripping fabric had me lifting my head. He met my gaze and grinned at me while he tucked my shredded panties into his suit jacket pocket like a damn pocket square.

Holy freaking hell.

Then, without saying another word, he lowered his head and dragged his tongue up the length of my slit to my clit.

“Oh, Micah.” My body curled toward him, my fingers from one hand sank into his still damp hair, and I held his face to my aching center.

He growled against me, lapping at the wetness that pooled at the apex of my thighs, drinking me down, as he feasted on me like a man starved.

“Yes. Oh, yes. Right there,” I whispered, so turned on that I knew it wouldn’t be long before I came.

He gripped my thighs in his strong hands, holding me spread open as he teased and tortured me deliciously. I writhed on the desk and tried to chase the friction I desperately needed.

I groaned when his tongue left my clit, only to whimper seconds later when he lightly bit the inside of my thigh.

“Fuck. There’s no better view than you spread out before me, dripping with need.” His low voice sent shivers through my entire body, and I sucked in a breath of air when he went back to sucking on my clit.

My back arched off the desk when he plunged a finger inside of me, and intense heat coiled low in my belly before I crashed over the edge and came, his name a cry on my lips. I swore I felt him chuckle low against my heated skin before he lifted his head to meet my gaze.

“I can’t move.” I raked my hand through my hair and probably messed up my braid—if it even resembled one anymore with all the thrashing I’d already done on the desk and would hopefully do more of.

“Fucking gorgeous when you’re blissed out. I can’t wait to sink into your body and feel you clench down on my cock like you did my fingers.”

A stilted breath left my body at his words. He was going to kill me with that mouth—either with his tongue or the words coming out of it. But what a way to go.

“What’s going on in that head right now?” he asked as he kissed up my body, pausing to pull one of my nipples into his mouth to tease with his tongue. Then he gave the other breast the same treatment.

I was insatiable for him. “Just thinking about your magical tongue.”

He smirked. “Pretty sure you think my dick is magical, too.”

My laugh was watery. “You did not just say that? Goodness, Micah. That mouth.”

He leaned over me, his lips almost brushing mine. “You love it.”

I reached up, wrapping my arm around his neck, and pulled him down to my lips. “So much. So freaking much.” Then I sealed my lips to his.

***

“How about we skip Tipsy and go home? Celebrate the win with another orgasm or three.” Micah tightened his belt buckle, barely banked heat still in his eyes.

He’d already given me two orgasms, one with his mouth and the second when he’d just fucked me moments ago. I was still trying to catch my breath as I looked around for my panties before remembering that he’d shredded them.

“The remains of your panties are right here.” He grinned, tapping the pocket of the suit jacket he’d just slipped on. The man was fully dressed already. and I was still naked and sitting on the desk.

So hot .

“Guess I’m not wearing those,” I muttered, pulling on my leggings. Not that I cared one bit. My body was still humming. I just needed a quick trip to the bathroom to clean up, and then I was going to let him drag me home for the next round.

After he’d destroyed me with his tongue, he’d flipped me over, gripped both my hands above my head with one of his and then slammed right into my welcoming body. I swore the desk had moved at least a few inches during our exercises. I bit back a giggle. At least the building was no longer full of people because keeping my voice down hadn’t been easy as my body had met his thrust for thrust.

“You’re blushing, Hurricane,” he murmured, pulling me out of my head. He ran his blunt fingernail over my bare breasts, and my nipples hardened under his touch. “So insatiable.”

“You should talk,” I said, my voice breathy.

“I will never deny that I want to fuck you any chance I can get. I want to hear you come. Feel you clench around me.”

An inaudible sound fell from my lips. Yep. He was trying to kill me.

“No Tipsy,” I said.

His grin widened, and he reached down, grabbed my jersey from the floor, and handed it to me. “Great idea. Let’s go home, Hurricane.”

***

“I guess I just have to lie here in this bed all by myself. Whatever should I do to pass the time while you’re away?” I teased the following morning, stretching languorously under the sheets.

We’d come home last night and climbed right into bed, where he’d given me another three orgasms throughout the night. I was freaking tired. At least I had two hours before I had to walk the day’s dogs, but Micah was heading to the airport in less than an hour, so snuggle time was officially over for the next five days.

He tossed one of his suits on top of his luggage and stalked over to me. My body quivered at the intensity in his eyes.

He leaned over me and tugged down the sheet, exposing my naked breasts, my belly, and my thighs. I instinctually parted them under his heated gaze. With one hand fisted on the sheet near my shoulder, he swiped his other hand down my body, his thumb barely grazing my clit, and I whimpered.

“If you feel the need to come when I’m not here, you better call me so I can hear you moan my name with every orgasm.”

“Holy shit.”

“That’s holy shit, Micah,” he taunted. Then he swiped his thumb through the moisture at the apex of my thighs and brought his thumb to his mouth, sucking my need off his finger.

“I might come right now,” I whispered. “That was so hot.”

“I have time.” He dropped to his knees and devoured me until I screamed his name.

***

“Okay, you really have to go,” I said forty minutes later as I doctored my coffee and resisted stripping him out of another suit. I had no self-control whenever we were in the same room, and I loved that he seemed to be the same.

“I do, I know.” He ran his thumb over my jaw.

His phone buzzed on the island, and he grabbed it.

And froze.

“Oh shit. Fucking hell,” Micah barked out, his fingers falling from my face. Then he tapped on his screen.

“What? What’s wrong?” I asked, setting my coffee down on the island.

He held up his phone. “Ray’s coming out in less than two weeks. Fuck. He’ll be here in ten days.”

“Here? Shit. Why?”

“Spring break,” he said.

“Crap. I totally forgot he was coming out here for that.”

“Fuck, I forgot, too,” Micah said. “He asked if I’d seen you and how you’re doing.”

“Oh, you’ve seen me,” I teased.

“Not the time, Josie. Not the time,” he said, but he was chuckling softly.

“It’ll be fine. We just won’t make out in front of him. You’ll have to resist me if you can.”

He barked out a laugh. “Stop distracting me. This is serious.”

Then he lifted my hand to his mouth and nipped my palm. I couldn’t suppress my shudder. “Sorry. I really can’t resist you.”

“Same,” I murmured. “So, it’ll be fine. I mean, with my brother. We’ll figure it out.”

“Uh, we have another issue. He’s staying with me,” he said, keeping his fingers linked with mine.

“Well, crap,” I said, and he chuckled again.

“Yup. You can’t be sleeping in my bed when he’s visiting.”

“True. I haven’t even told him or my parents that Blaine and I broke up. They think I’m still living with him,” I muttered.

“Well, you’re fucking not ever again. Fucking cowardly asshole,” he bit out.

I smiled. “I haven’t given that idiot a single thought, aside from the fact that I’m grateful that he bailed so I could guilt you into letting me crash here.”

“So I should thank him? Maybe send him an edible arrangement or something? I mean, after I punch him in the face for being a dick to you, of course.”

“You’re so sweet,” I teased. “But seriously, what are we going to do? I’m living with you and sleeping in your bed. My stuff is everywhere. We can’t even really play off the roommate thing because your second bedroom isn’t a bedroom.” I paused. “Not that I mind that because we’ve definitely had some fun in that relaxation room.”

He groaned, probably remembering how he’d finished a puzzle the other day and, before he’d set up a new one, had gone down on me on said puzzle table. Claimed it was his reward for completing a puzzle with me distracting him, but I wasn’t going to complain.

I did a shimmy against him, desire sparking through my body.

“Stop that.” Micah’s voice was rough, and I glanced up at him, taking in his glittering eyes.

“Don’t turn me on while we’re talking about your brother,” he muttered.

I giggled. “Ew, weird. Okay, yes. Let’s be serious. Wait, where is he going to sleep? Does he know about your relaxation room?”

“Yeah, he visited last year and slept on the couch. And he knows not to give me shit about my puzzle and yoga room.” He shot me a weak glare.

“Because he’s no fun,” I teased. “Well, I guess I have to find a new place to live. At least while he’s here.”

“Or we could tell him you live with me.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, do you?”

There was something in his expression that I couldn’t read. It would be crazy to tell Ray about Micah and me, right? I wanted to know where I stood with Micah before I told Ray, but I wasn’t in a rush to ask Micah about his feelings.

I was being a chicken, which wasn’t my usual style at all.