Page 53 of Pucking the Team

In truth, it didn’t especially hold my attention unless it was one of my guys with the puck.

My guys!

Dylan’s leg was pressed to mine, a glass of water held on his thigh. Whenever he reached forward for a chip, the pressure of the contact increased and my mind kept going back to our steamy night together.

We’d planned a round two but had been interrupted. I wondered if he was still thinking of it the way I was.

I finished my water and decided on a cup of tea before bed. Ben was shouting at the hockey game, Theo joining in, as if they didn’t already know what happened. Eduardo was on his phone, speaking in French.

I put water onto boil then stood with my back to the island and looked out of the window. It was dark now, a moonless sky, and a blanket of the stars twinkled down onto the pool.

“Pip.”

Dylan appeared in front of me, all big and dark and brooding. His eyes held an intensity that made me catch my breath.

I didn’t speak, just waited for him to go on. It was clear he’d followed me to say something.

But he didn’t say anything. Instead, he gripped my waist and lifted me onto the island. Within a second, he’d stepped between my thighs and cupped my face. “I can’t get that night out of my mind. You were incredible. We were incredible together.”

I nodded, just a little. His sudden invasion of my space ramped up my heart rate, and my skin tingled with the need for his touch.

“I want you again.” His lips brushed mine. “If you’ll have me.”

“Yes.” I touched his heavily stubbled jawline. “It’s unfinished business, right?”

The left side of his mouth twitched, almost a smile. “When?”

“I…I don’t know.” I glanced to the right, toward the living room.

“They’ll have to suck it up.” He ran his hand to my nape, a firm, possessive hold. “If we want to be together it’s none of their business.”

“Ben kissed me.”

“What?” He frowned. “When?”

“Earlier…and I know Theo likes me.”

He swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing low. “So does Eduardo, I saw the flowers.”

“Are you mad?” I asked.

“Mad about what?”

“Them liking me…and I like them, too, all of them. I like all of you.” There, I’d said it.

A tendon jumped in his cheek; he’d clenched his teeth. “I guess I’ll have to accept I have competition.”

I didn’t want him to see it as a competition. I certainly wasn’t viewing it that way. But Dylan wasn’t a man who could be told what to do. He was also an elite athlete, so for him, I supposed, everything was a competition.

“Come back to mine, tonight,” he said in a low, growling voice. “Stay with me, in my bed. Let me show you extreme pleasure. The type of pleasure you haven’t known before, the type of pleasure you’ll never forget.”

My pussy dampened when I recalled the ‘not exactly vanilla’ conversation and I wondered just what he had in mindfor me. Was I ready for that? Could I handle it? Could I handle Dylan when he got his kink on?

“Saturday night,” I said, my nerves getting the better of me. “I’ll come to your place then.”

His mouth downturned. “Why not tonight?”

“I just…I like the anticipation.”