Page 54 of Crazy Pucking Love
She grabbed one and bit it in half. After a quick glance to check no one was watching, I whispered, “How many fries will you need to be fueled up for tomorrow night?”
She turned those blue eyes on me and her hand curled around my thigh, so high that her pinky brushed my balls. “More than this for what I have planned.”
My throat went dry, and I worked to keep my jaw from dropping to the floor. I stared at my empty plate, trying to get myself under control.
Megan scooted her chair out. “I think it’s time to check out the games. Dane or Ryder, care to lose ten bucks tonight? Full disclosure, you’ll have to tell people you lost at hockey to a girl.” She glanced from him to me.
Vanessa shot up, grabbing Ryder’s hand. “I’m going to go kick his ass at foosball, actually, so looks like you’re stuck with Dane.”
Megan crossed her arms and pinned me with a glare I assumed was supposed to come across as intimidating. “Looks like it’s me and you, Kowalski.”
“You’re challengingmeto a hockey game?” I did my best to keep it more on the trash-talky than flirty side. “Pfft.Please.”
“Ten bucks to the winner.” She pulled a folded green bill out of her pocket and waved it at me.
“You’re on.”
Megan turned to the rest of the group. “There are a ton of games—Beckett, they even have an old school Street Fighter arcade machine. I’ll find you for a game in a bit, ’kay?”
Before her brother could even answer, she practically bounced out of the dining area. I followed, trying not to fucking skip after her and those sexy legs—she had on the bright pink pants she wore the night of the hockey party, and I suddenly found myself a big fan of the color pink.
The second we were out of view, I grabbed her hand, yanked her to me, and kissed her. “I’ve been wanting to do that since I walked in.”
“Well, it’s probably for the best that you refrained, but whenever possible, I vote for hello-kissing.” She glanced around and then gave me a quick peck on the lips. “Unfortunately all the games are in the same area. I’m glad you ended up coming, though.”
I almost opened my mouth and told her it was because I found out she would be here, and after this morning, I’d been counting down the seconds until I could see her again. But then I worried that those kinds of statements might undo what we’d agreed upon.Keeping it light, so no one gets hurt.“Me, too.”
She led me to a bubble hockey table, the flat metal guys protected under glass. It was the same idea as foosball, with bars to push and pull and spin the players. I tested the levers to get a feel for it and Megan did the same.
“See, the downfall of this type of game,” I said as I jerked on one of the handles, “is it’s hard for me to pull off the ‘let me show you how’ move.”
“Oh? And is that one of your usual moves?”
“Of course. Girls can’t resist it.”
She frowned at the hockey table and smacked the top of one of the levers. “Um, I totes don’t get it. How is this sporsting thing done?” She stuck out her lips farther and added an extra heaping of ditzy to her voice. “I’m just a girl with no hand-eye coordination who needs hands-on experience.”
After a quick scan of the place, I rounded the table and wrapped my arms around her. “Okay, so you grab it like this…” I moved her hand to one of the plastic handles and covered it with mine. “Then you push it like this, see…”
Megan reached up and twisted a strand of hair around her finger. “Wow, there’s, like, a lot of thrusting involved in this game.”
I choked out a laugh, but then she backed up into me, her butt lined up with my crotch. My grip on her hand tightened, and I nipped at her earlobe. “The ditzy act is hotter than I thought it’d be. But I think you’re going to get us both in trouble. We better save the thrusting lessons for later.”
She spun around and placed her hands on my chest. “Fine. If that’s what you want…” Her mischievous expression made it clear she knew exactly what she was doing to me.
My cell buzzed, and I dug it out of my pocket.
Hudson:We’re headed your way.
I showed Megan and then rounded the hockey table. I inserted some quarters and the puck popped out of the middle.
“Crap! I meant to go the other way,” Megan said when one of my metal guys hit the puck. “Someone didn’t give me good enough lessons.”
With a quick twist of my wrist, the puck flew toward my goal. “Hey, it’d take more than a few minutes to show you all of my tricks.”
We continued to banter back and forth, but since I’d caught sight of Lyla’s fiery red hair and was sure Beck was by her side, we kept our comments aimed at the hockey game—although calling it that seemed a bit offensive to what me and the guys did.
When I won by a point, I threw my hands up, making a big deal of beating her.
