Page 4 of Blood on Ice

Johnson whistled. “Looks like you have an admirer.”

I turned to face my teammate, willing myself not to look at the stranger again. “What? No.”

Johnson glanced up into the stands. “He’s looking this way.”

“How do you know it’s me he’s interested in and not you?”

“Because he’s gesturing for me to get you to turn around.”

“Fuck.” I started walking away. If there was any chance he was here to shake me down for a payment, I couldn’t take the risk.

“He’s hot as fuck,” Johnson said as he followed me. “What’s wrong with you?”

“He looks dangerous.”

“He looks delicious.”

I couldn’t stop myself. I glanced back.

The man held up his hands in a heart shape, and my pulse skyrocketed.Fuck.

I smiled and waved, knowing it would look weirder if I didn’t. Then I practically ran to the locker room with Johnson on my heels, laughing loud enough to attract the attention of several teammates.

“Got an admirer, Balogh?”

Johnson slapped my back. “Hell yeah. This guy’s going to get it tonight. Better than I can say about the rest of you suckers.”

“I’m focused on the game,” Vince said. “Women are a distraction during the season.”

Johnson snorted. “That’s okay because we’re just after dick.”

Vince rolled his eyes and walked away. Other than a few cat calls and slaps on the back, no one else said anything.

“You should go back out and see if he’s still there,” Johnson said.

“No. What I should do is go home and rest up for tomorrow.” I wouldn’t mind a rough, mindless fuck tonight, but if I were going to indulge myself, the guy in the stands was the last man I’d go after. I might be an idiot, but I wasn’t enough of one to risk falling into bed with someone who might have been sent to beat money out of me.

3

VITO

Ishowed up for a meeting with my cousins. Lucien hadn’t arrived yet, and Devil and Angelo were looking through the new season lineup for the Boston Badgers. I sucked in my breath when a picture of Zeke Balogh came up on the screen.

“Damn, he’s hot.” Angelo said.

Devil nodded. “I’m going to enjoy the hell out of watching him.”

I snarled. “He’s mine.”

Devil and Angelo both whistled as they turned to look at me.

“Staking your claim, are you?” Angelo asked.

“You both have your men.”

He huffed. “Doesn’t mean I don’t like to look.”

“Right,” Devil said. “I could get lucky. Joe might decide he’s all for a three-way if it’s with a gorgeous hockey player.”

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