Page 58 of Play Maker

“I get it,” he bit out. “You’re the best forward on the team, and I suck. I get it.”

“You don’t suck.”

“Well, I’m not a first line forward, am I?” he groused.

“No, but you’re still one of the best around. You’re making a difference on our team. You’ve got so much potential.”

“You don’t know that.”

“I do know that,” I said with a confident smirk.

Axel scowled. “Always so fucking sure of yourself.”

“I have to be, or I wouldn’t get anywhere. Fuck, I’d still be stuck back in Hillington if I didn’t believe in myself and work my ass off. Not all of us are born with a tuition fund and every advantage in life.”

The elevator doors opened, and I stepped inside first, Axel following.

Honestly, I was surprised. I expected him to stand there and let the doors close on me.

“Money doesn’t matter when it comes to hockey. Either you’ve got the skill or?—”

“Are you kidding me?” I snapped. “Equipment, lessons, travel. You bet your rich, spoiled ass that it’s about money. Most guys like me can’t afford to play for a month, never mind for years. My aunt sacrificed a lot for me to get here and I work my ass off. I earned that spot. I’m sorry that you can’t deal with it, but maybe if you can’t, you’re not worthy of our team.”

Axel let out an angry growl and came at me.

We collided against the wall of the elevator, his bigger body enveloping mine. A different kind of heat rolled through mewhen our hips collided, a need so intense that it seared my skin like a brand. I glanced up at his midnight blues and there was no mistaking what I saw there. Fuck, why did this asshole turn me on? I was grateful that I had a solid wall to hold me up because suddenly my knees were shaking, and my hands too. My head was fucked up and my dick so hard I was straining against my jeans.

And I wasn’t the only one.

Axel’s mouth hovered over mine, his hot, minty breath kissing my face.

“Don’t let your frustration ruin everything. Deal with it and move on. Focus on your game, not trying to outplay everyone,” I whispered as I glared at him, willing him to see sense. Willing my body to do the same. “The problem isn’t me.”

He stared into my eyes, electricity snapping between us.

“The problem is definitely you,” he admitted and slammed his mouth over mine.

There was anger in that kiss, frustration mixed with lust, both of us desperate as we ate at each other’s mouth. His callused hands slid into my hair and gripped my neck so tightly I’d probably have bruises tomorrow. I moaned at that thought and reached for his hips, pulling him in as close as we could get. The kiss went on and on, punishing, brutal, and so fucking hot. I snaked my tongue around his and sucked hard, teasing him, and he let out the filthiest moan I’d ever heard.

Without pause, I reached down and cupped his bulge, feeling the weight of his hard dick in my palm. He might be pissed at me, at the situation, but there was no denying he wanted me too. And when he touched me, all my reason and logic were blown to hell.

“I don’t know how to play this game,” he groaned and canted his hips, pushing his dick into my hand. “Fuck, Jace. Fuck.”

“Not a game,” I whispered and gave his lower lip a not-so-gentle nip. “And yes, fuck is right. But don’t worry, like with everything I take on, I’m really great at what I do.”

“You arrogant ass?—”

I kissed him back, hard, cutting off his words, taking possession of his mouth the way I needed to, not letting him up for air as our tongues tangled, until I was full-on fucking his mouth.

“My room,” I demanded when the elevator pinged. “Now.”

Thank God my room was on the first floor.

When the doors opened, I grabbed Axel’s hand and surprisingly, he let me. Every step towards my room felt like an eternity, until finally, with sweaty hands I reached into my pocket for my key. Axel pushed his hips against my ass, rocking into me, his hard dick the only thing I wanted. If I didn’t get this door unlocked in the next five seconds, we were going to hump each other to orgasm in the freaking hallway.

“Jesus,” I muttered as I pushed open the door, and we tumbled inside.

“This is just sex,” Axel confessed with a hard scowl. “We can fuck it out of our system.”

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