Page 105 of Mr. Swoony

We arrive at the arena, and Jade and Bodhi are already in their seats when we make it to our row.

“Eloise! Kyleigh!” Bodhi runs over to us and hugs our legs. “First game!”

“Did we miss warm-ups?” Kyleigh asks Bodhi, and he takes her by the hand over to the plexiglass.

“His jersey, huh?” Jade asks, plucking at the sleeve. She’s wearing Henry’s jersey and even has his number on her cheek.

“He left it for me. It would be rude not to wear it.” I sit with her.

I only see the opposing team on the ice. I hope we didn’t miss warm-ups. Kyleigh seemed like she really wanted to be here for them.

“You wouldn’t want to upset him before his game.” She playfully rolls her eyes, and I knock her with my elbow.

“Yeah, it was the polite thing to do.”

Once our laughter dies down, she turns to me. “You’re happy?”

“Very.”

She plucks the jersey again. “And you understand the statement you’re making by wearing this and sitting with us?”

“I do.”

“If Tristan or your grandparents see?—”

“I understand, Jade. But he’s my boyfriend, and if people have a problem with that, then it’s their problem, not mine.”

A smile rises on her face, and she opens her arms, swarming me in a hug and shimmying us side to side. “I love that we’re hockey girlfriends together.”

I do love this world Jade’s been living in since she got back together with Henry. It’s one where they all have each other’s backs.

A knock on the plexiglass draws our attention, and we both turn. Conor stands on the other side and eyes me. Already, the lust in his eyes spurs my lady parts into a frenzy. His gaze roams up and down my body, causing heat to radiate through me. He winks and skates off toward the net.

I watch him for a bit, and holy shit, now I get why he’s so good in bed.

My mouth drops open. “Is he doing the splits?”

Jade and Kyleigh laugh, and Kyleigh pats me on the shoulder. “That’s why we don’t miss warm-ups. Although I’ll be watching Rowan.” She concentrates on another area where Rowan and Tweetie are together.

But I can’t strip my eyes off Conor. The hip thrusts or flexors or whatever the stretch is makes my pussy purr for him. My body heats, and my mouth waters watching how smooth he is on the ice. I glance around the area to see who else might be ogling my man, but I remind myself that I’m the one who knows what he looks like under those pads.

His ass might look great as he gyrates against the ice, but I’ve had that bare ass in my hands. My fingertips have dug into his flesh and spurred him to thrust harder into me. I might be his girl, but still, I get why puck bunnies want the players. They’re doing a Magic Mike show before the game.

“You must be Eloise,” a deep voice says, drawing my attention away from Conor.

I turn and come face-to-face with what I assume Conor will look like in his older years. And here I’ve been ogling his son thinking about how he fucks me until I’m boneless. I hope I wasn’t obvious.

He extends his hand to me. “Troy Nilsen.”

I slide my hand in his. “Eloise Corbin. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“You, too. Are you a hockey fan?” He comes along side of me, watching his son with the countenance of a proud father.

“Honestly? Not really. I don’t understand the ins and outs of the game.”

Troy chuckles. “Well, at least you picked the guy on the team with only one task—to stop the puck from going in the net. And I’m happy to explain whatever you want.” He looks at me and winks. Just like his son, I bet he was pretty damn smooth in his day.

“Smile!” Kyleigh gets in front of us, holding up her phone, and snaps a picture.

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