Page 39 of No Pucks

“I wish I was surprised.” I push against his upheld palms again, and he lets me through.

He won’t meet my eyes. “So I can’t.”

“You’re a good guy. You didn’t know who I was, and I went after you.”

“That doesn’t matter. You know if he found out, he’d—” His head drops forward.

I already hate the man, but this is something else, and I can’t imagine it’s a unique occurrence. “He’s fucking awful.”

What can I say to him?

“You don’t have to say that.”

“I hate him too. I have for a long time.” I hope Anthony believes me.

Anthony softens. “I can only imagine he treats his family the same way he treats everyone else.”

I nod. Knowing he hates my father as much as I do makes me want him more. Most everyone reveres my father, especially guys who play hockey, so finding someone to fuck who doesn’t hero the man in the circles I frequent is a feat. It’s one of the reasons I don’t date. I can’t deal with bringing someone home only to have them kiss my father’s ass.

“You already said the team can’t find out, so no reason my father has to.” I rub a knuckle down his chest.

“You’re impossible,” he murmurs but doesn’t pull away.

“I don’t give up on what I want.”

“It’s not right. He’ll think I’m retaliating.” He grips my shirt when I try to get closer. “And you are barely eighteen.”

“I’ll be nineteen in a month.”

“I could be your father.”

“Only if you like it that way, Daddy.” I want him to flip the switch into the forcefulness I got a glimpse of that night.

“Don’t fucking say that. My best friend already called me Ice Daddy.” He shudders, but that tells me not only has he beenthinking about that night, but there is more buried under all his resistance.

“You shouldn’t have given me that fodder.” I tuck the name away for later when it will piss him off the most.

“Don’t you dare.” He growls, and his muscle flexes against my hold. “You shouldn’t want to fuck me.”

“Because my father hates you? You realize knowing my dad hates you makes me want to fuck you more?” I drop my voice to a whisper. “He’ll be at the game this weekend. You can bruise my lips so when I see him, you’ll know he has to see the aftermath of you taking my mouth.”

He rolls his eyes and grunts, but his cock tells a different story as he hardens against me.

“Don’t tell me it didn’t turn you on a little when you found out. Thinking about being balls deep in Cox’s son and how mad he’d be,” I whisper over his jaw, hardening at the thought.

He drags his teeth over his lip, hand going to his dick to adjust himself. “Stop.”

I’m so damn close.

I put my lips next to his ear. “Think about filling me up until I’m leaking your cum on the ice. If he knew…”

All of him stiffens.

“I want you inside me. I can’t stop thinking about it.”

“We can’t. We’ve already gone too far.” His eyes half close, and I slip my hand between us and grip his hard on. “Logan...”

I squeeze his hip, eliciting a hiss of pleasure. “I’ll blow you right here if I have to.”

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