Page 101 of Dirty Puck

“I’m injured.”

“You were washed up before you ever took the ice. Take care of your kid.”

God, this was so messed up. Now I had todefendDane? This was not on my bingo card. “Baker.” That caught his attention. “Stop.”

His eyes narrowed as he grabbed my arm. “Come on,” he said, dragging me behind him, but he turned back to yell, “Your sorry ass better be gone when we get back.”

“Where are we going?” I asked, starting to freak out, tugging hard on my hand to free it, but he held it with too firm a grip for me to escape.

Reece kept dragging me to the backstage area, only stopping when he’d reached the dressing room, then shoving the door open. It cracked against the wall, startling Missy and Renita, who sat in front of their dressing tables in various states of undress. They’d both been reapplying makeup.

“Out,” he barked and the women jumped. Missy had to grab her clothes before leaving.

After the door clicked shut, Reece walked me over to the closest vanity, sweeping his arm to clear off the top, and dropped me onto the counter.

“Reece, for God’s sake, what are you doing? I’m working.” Panic filled my voice. I couldn’t afford to lose this job.

“Taking what’s mine,” he grumbled.

“You didn’t want me. Nothing is yours.”

“Wrong,” he challenged. Dropping down to his knees, he tore open my robe, ripping my thong from my body.Shit.Now I’d have to go shopping and my costumes weren’t cheap. “You talk to him naked under that robe?” It sounded like an accusation.

“Reece. Stop.”

He attacked my pussy with his mouth. His teeth. Oh, God—his tongue. This was old Reece behavior, the benefits man, not the man I’d fallen in love with. But my body went into autopilot. No matter how angry I was at him, I rode that tongue, moving my hips to get more of everything. I rode him until I couldn’t keep up the rhythm any longer, leaning back on my hands, and came hard all over his face. But then he stood, wiping his mouth with his T-shirt, and unzipped his jeans one handed to free himself with the other. He tore thecondom packet open between his teeth, wasting no time with rolling it on.

Stunned didn’t begin to cover how I felt. He tugged my butt to the edge of the counter and flipped my legs over his shoulders to drive inside.

“Reece!” I shouted his name this time. If we were doing this, I wantedmyReece back. No. I wanted myBakerback.

“Not now, baby.” He pumped hard enough to lose his breath—a feat for a man as fit as him. The whole wall of vanities shook and rattled with bottles shimmying from the vibration onto the floor. This felt so good, but I needed more than to just feel good from him. I needed him to love me, too. If he couldn’t, then there was no point to this.

He had me so close again, it felt like I was dying and being reborn at the same time.

The door burst open and McLovin walked in with Missy close behind him.

“You’re fired,” he called over to me.

Reece kept right on pumping his hips, but his eyes narrowed dangerously. “Get out or I’ll kill you.” His hand shot out, grabbing one of the bottles that remained on the once-cluttered dressing table. With a swift motion, he hurled it behind him right for McLovin’s head.

The bottle smashed against the doorframe with a loud crash, shards scattering onto the floor. McLovin barely dodged, stumbling back and hastily slamming the door shut.

I lost track of my former boss after that, closing my eyes and waiting for the big fall over the edge. That was two men he’d assaulted or tried to assault in one night. At this point, I hoped he didn’t end up in jail.

“Baby,” he whispered. “Look at me.”

It was a soft command, and I did. I had to.

Reece must’ve read the worry on my face because his eyes softened again, filled with an intensity only for me, his mouth capturing mine, his hands never leaving my skin.

But the man pressed on, relentless and fierce, as if claiming me in that moment was the only thing that mattered. The anger, the danger, the chaos outside the door—all of it vanished into the heat of the moment.

As he roared his release, I felt him fill me and that was all it took to send me plummeting to my bliss.

Then my senses came back to me and with tears in my eyes, I snapped. “I don’t know what this was, but we’re done now. I needed this job. Now what am I supposed to do?”

“Come home.”

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