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Wes inches the hem of my shirt up, the opposite of Trey’s rough touch. Like he’s trying to talk himself out of this with every new inch of my exposed skin.

When my shirt is over my bra, he tugs the wire down, making my tits pop out.

His throat bobs, and his breathing turns ragged beneath his mask.

“You like this. Don’t you?” A finger suddenly slips down between my legs, into my shorts, and swipes up.

I jerk and gasp, unexpected pleasure electrifying me.

With that one stroke along my panties, he knows exactly how wet I am for him.

He reaches for his fly and tugs down.

“Hey!” An authoritative female voice shouts.

Wes freezes as a light sweeps through the woods.

Oh my god. A security guard. Finally, someone’s found us.

Except the crazy half of my brain is screaming at her to leave us alone.

Before the flashlight can land on him, Wes removes the belt from my throat, scrambles off me, and runs.

Chapter19

After

Wes

Violet Harris has destroyed me.I can’t focus on anything anymore. Not on classes, which my professors keep reminding me I can’t slack off in just because I’m a senior. Not on practice, which sends Coach into a fucking meltdown every time I fumble a play or miss an easy goal. Not on the game, even when I’m in the fucking middle of it.

“Novak!” Coach shouts over the buzz from the crowd and the yells from the guys on the ice. “Eyes on the puck!”

I spot it in the Hawks’ control and long to beat the player with my stick.

Violet’s face keeps popping in my head. Her small body writhing and aching for me while I had her pinned down in the woods, my belt wrapped around her throat. The way her legs shook and her eyes fluttered shut when I stroked a finger up her pussy and felt how fucking soaked she was for me.

One of the Hawks shoulder-checks me and I go after him, forgetting all about the puck. I slam into him from behind, sending him face-first to the ice. He lands with a thud and a groan.

“Novak!” Luke shouts from the net. “Where’s your head at?”

Back in those woods with Violet. Listening to her tell me she wished it had been her instead of Chloe.

But something snapped in me even before those words left her mouth. When I saw her held down and surrounded by my team, all of them groping and ogling her, I about lost it. Which didn’t make any goddamn sense. I let Trey and Brody force her to her knees before me. I ordered them to put on their masks for a night of manhunt. Told them to chase down our prey.

Yet the second they ensnared her in their trap, I nearly ripped each of their fucking heads off.

They can’t have her.

That’s the thought that rang through my head.

Mine.

The puck sails past my head, over Luke’s arm, and into the net. Half the crowd groans, the other cheers. Coach is spitting, face crimson as he screams at me. I’m captain. I’m supposed to keep this shit running right. I’m failing him, my team, myself.

All because of her.

Because I can’t get her out of my fucking head.

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