Page 25 of Home for the Hockey-Days

A server comes to take my breakfast order before she says anything else, but as soon as he turns his back, Athena’s on me again. “You fucked him, didn’t you?”

I don’t bother denying it. I’m not ashamed of what I did with August Kade all night, even if he is. “Apparently his key opened my door.”

She snickers. “Is that a euphemism?”

I crack a smile. “Hisactualkey opened my hotel room door.”

She nods like this isn’t a hugely surprising thing. “That happens more than you might think.” When I say nothing, she tips her head. “Was it shit?”

I recoil. “What?”

“You both look mad as hell.”

I hate how astute she is. The restaurant is getting busier, dishes clink, and the din of conversation around the tables makes it easier to talk about it without being overheard.

“Jade’s over there.”

“I’ll allow this momentary change of subject, Row. But I need an answer on how good August Kade is with his dick.” Athena doesn’t turn to look at Jade. “I spied her when I got here. She tried to talk to me, but I told her to get fucked. You think she’s here with one of the team? She better not be here with one of my brothers, I’ll sever their dicks off with a rusty knife.”

Jade White is as renowned for dating handsome, rich men as her brother is for being an asshole. And Athena just sohappens to be related to three rich, delicious eligible bachelors who fit Jade’s profile.

“It was the hottest night of my life. I came so many times I lost count. I’m pretty sure he broke my vag.” I stare down at the nearly empty mug still cradled in my hands avoiding her probing stare. “Then I woke up alone.”

“No!”

I nod as she takes another bite of toast. “You wanna fuck with both of them?”

“You mean August and Jade?”

She nods.

A spark of a thrill ignites in my stomach. I love nothing more than fucking with people, especially when they both deserve it. “Tell me.”

Less than a minute later, I’m striding toward August. He won’t meet my eyes, and that bothers me more than I care to admit.

But I won’t let him know how much I care that he’s thrown me out with last night’s used condom. Singular. Because it turns out I didn’t just like having his cum dripping out of me, I fuckinglovedit. And I’m on birth control.

I don’t care that he’s at a table full of hockey players, I don’t care that he left me in the early hours of the morning like what we did was icky and wrong. And I also don’t care that Jade might be watching, in fact, I hope she is.

“I didn’t see you hiding all the way over here,Snickerdoodle,” I give August a casual, saccharine smile as I approach.

His head snaps up, a slice of bacon frozen mid-way to his open mouth. He pushes his chair back like he’s going to stand, but before he can rise, I straddle him, slide my fingers into his hair, and kiss his stunned face.

I’m not sure what I expect, but instead of shoving me off of him, his hands skim my hips, up my back, and pullme against his chest. Thank fuck for that. It could have been embarrassing if he hadn’t run with it.

Maybe there’s another reason why he got outta dodge this morning. Maybe he had somewhere to be, or... I dunno. I feel like if he needed to leave, the polite thing to do would have been to wake me up. Hell, I’d have happily given him a before-breakfast-blowie to send him on his way and everything.

He’s still kissing me, his hands tightening on my hips. His teammates don’t cheer and clap like I half expected them to, but there are whispers and murmurs all around us. Barely fighting the urge to dry hump his hardening dick, I eventually come up for air. His eyes search mine, swirling with lust and confusion.

I drag my tongue up the side of his face like I did last night, he seemed to like it. And I sure as shit love the rumbling growl it draws from his body. “Johnny’s sister is here.” I roll my hips against his, and his grip on me tightens like he’s fighting the urge to fuck me right here at breakfast. What the hell is this guy’s deal?

He wants me? He wants me not?

Either way, I wish he’d make up his fucking mind and let me know.

“You’re putting on a show so it gets back to him?” His voice is quiet, like it’s just for me. He holds me while he moves his pelvis, his rod-stiff cock pressing into the apex of my thighs.

“Is that a problem?” I don’t recognize the breathy voice that comes out of me, nor the urge to show Johnny that I’ve moved on, and to his mortal enemy no less.

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