Page 67 of Blindsided By the Enforcer

“Sorry, I should have told you to drop me by the road. Not that the roads are any better.” I giggle from nerves.

“I wouldn’t let you walk through that mess.”

He gets out of the car and checks the wheels. Then he gets back in and tries to reverse but the wheels have no traction.

“You can go in, Annie. I’ll be fine,” he says.

“I’m not leaving you out here,” I say to him.

“Do you have a shovel?” he asks.

I wince. “No, the landlord usually brings one with him when he comes to clean the snow.”

He hisses.

“I feel terrible.”

“None of this is your fault.”

“That’s not true. It’s my fault you punched Ford,” I retort.

He looks at me, his hazel eyes swirling like hot lava in a volcano. “I was jealous, Annie. I saw him take you and dance with you. I thought it was what you wanted until I got closer and realized you were struggling to get away from him.” He’s looking me dead in the eyes. I’m speechless, but it doesn’t take long for me to snap out of the daze and allow his words to process.

“You were jealous?” I ask, even though he just confessed.

“It doesn’t make sense.”

“It might actually make perfect sense,” I counter. “At the rink these mothers were checking you out and saying all these things about your looks. I felt protective of you. I told them I was your girlfriend because I wanted to somehow claim you. My head was all confused, but I think it boils down to me being jealous of those women wanting you. I think it’s why I sat on your lap that first day in Cup of Java because all those girls were ogling you.”

A small smirk tugs his lips. He doesn’t smile often, but damn, is it a sexy smile. It falters into an almost frown. “Earlier you said that playing dirty isn’t who I am, but I don’t know who I am anymore, Annie.” He dips his head.

My heart fractures from his words.

“You’re kind and caring,” I assure him.

“You can’t possibly know that. We haven’t known each other that long,” he huffs.

“I know you came to my rescue when I was having a panic attack at the restaurant when we had breakfast with your parents, and you defended me multiple times to my mother, you stepped up when my father pretended to hurt his back Christmas Day. I watched you with those kids tonight on the ice. I saw that little boy want to give up but you showed him love and kindness and he continued to play because of you.”

He’s looking at me now. “I’m also the guy who intentionally tries to take out players on the ice. I play dirty and that’s what I’m known for. Why don’t you come watch a game and see me in action. Then tell me what you really think of me,” he snaps. He’s radiating so much tension, but the look in his eyes is filled with so much heat and desire. I am being drawn to him like a moth to a flame. I should stop myself, but I lean over and climb on top of him.

“Annie. . .” His voice is filled with protest, but his hands take hold of my hips as I straddle him in the front seat. He shifts his seat back to make room for me. “I want to tell you this is a bad idea, but I want you.”

I claim his lips. His arms wrap around me, holding me in place. With my skirt it’s easy to maneuver, but it also makes it easy for me to feel his hard length, and Cade is so hard. His cock presses between my thighs, driving me wild. I’m not thinking; I’m just acting as we kiss hungrily. He moans as I grind into him and he kisses my neck. Everything is moving so fast.

“Annie, stop,” he calls out.

We pause what we’re doing. His lips are swollen and we’re out of breath.

“I want you, but I don’t want you to regret me,” he says again, twisting my heart into knots.

“Cade, we’ve been wanting each other since the farm. We’re fake dating so, I mean, shouldn’t we at least enjoy the benefits?” I ask.

“You’re okay with no strings attached?” he asks.

“I’m okay if you are, but I don’t want you sleeping with other girls.” He groans, his cock pressing into me.

“Annie, baby, you’re the only one I want,” he declares.

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