Page 82 of Must Love Dogs… and Hockey

“Good. Thatwasfun.”

“You had a threesome, but you’ve never had anal sex?”

He laughs and tightens his arm around my waist. “Forget that.”

“Was it two women?”

“Yes. And that’s all I’m saying.”

I’m not sure how I feel about this. Intrigued…but also, ugh. “Do you want one again?”

“No.”

“Really?”

He laughs softly. “Really.”

“MaybeIwant a threesome.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Maybe. Also, I may be a little bit drunk. Hey, you know what rhymes with drunk?”

“What?”

“Sex.” I jump him, wrapping my legs around him.

Luckily he’s strong, because it’s a little awkward with us both in jackets. He braces himself with a step back and slides his hands under my ass to hold me up, and he’s laughing again. “Jesus. Let’s go get some sleep. Are you going to be too hungover for morning sex?”

I snort. “I’m not as think as you drunk I am.”

He groans, lowering my feet to the sidewalk.

“I totally said that on purpose.” I give him a cheeky grin and slide my arm through his.

“Right. So I’ll take that as a no.”

“I like morning sex. Especially with you.”

We both take Otis out when we get back to his place. The fresh air has made me less tipsy. When we get into bed, I snuggle into him and touch his tattoo. “What is this ink? It looks like a hockey logo.”

His body tenses and he doesn’t reply right away. Then he clears his throat. “Yeah. That’s the logo for the Swift Current Warriors. I played for them when I was a teenager.”

“Oh. That’s nice.” I sense he’s waiting for more reaction from me. “Is that who you played for before the NHL?”

“Yeah.” He pauses. “You haven’t heard of them before?”

I frown a little, my fingers still tracing the tattoo. “No. Why?”

He shifts on the bed, tucking me against him, my back to his front, his arm wrapped around my middle. “They were in the news a lot…eight years ago. There was an accident with the team bus.”

An accident.

His brother and his dad died in a motor vehicle accident.

I start to turn, but he holds me in place with his strong arms, like he doesn’t want to face me. “Was that the accident you lost your brother and your dad in?”

“Yeah.” He coughs. “I was on the bus too. We were on our way to Medicine Hat for a game. It was winter and the roads were bad. A semi slid through a stop sign and T-boned us on the highway.”

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