Page 78 of Crazy Pucking Love
The rink held the charged buzz of victory, our team amped up from our win. I played better than I had in a long time, too, scoring three out of the six goals we had on the board. Maybe there was something to that whole hope thing.
I glanced up as I neared the edge of the ice and caught sight of Megan, standing and cheering in the place where she, Lyla, and Whitney usually sat. I raised my hand in a wave and she blew me a kiss. I swore I could feel it, too, and a different kind of warmth wound through me.
Instead of immediately hitting the showers, I dug in my bag for my cell phone and texted Megan.
Me:I know you’re planning on leaving right after the game, but I need to see you before you go. There’s a hallway just down the way from the locker room. I’ll meet you there in a few.
Since staring didn’t make her text back, I rushed through my shower, answered a few of Whitney’s questions for the paper, and was relieved to see Beck hadn’t showered yet.
I pushed out of the locker room doors. The usual group was waiting, a lot of girls and a few of our regular fans. Lyla stood off to the side, but Megan wasn’t with her. I hoped that meant she was waiting for me.
I glanced around to make sure the coast was clear, then turned into the dim hallway.
Megan was a couple of yards down, leaning against the wall. The only light bounced off her giant earrings, and happiness radiated through me, mixing in with the adrenaline from the game. “Hey, sexy.”
She took a few steps and jumped into my arms, wrapping her legs around my waist. “You killed it tonight.”
I loved how she knew I’d catch her—loved having her in my arms. “I had a super hot cheerleader in the stands cheering for me.”
“I’ll gladly take full responsibility for tonight’s win.”
“Well, I didn’t say you were the only reas—”
Megan crashed her lips into mine, making me forget the last of my sentence. She drove her fingers into my hair, knocking my hat aside as she deepened the kiss. If someone asked my name right now, I wasn’t sure I’d even recall it.
I pressed her against the wall, taking advantage of her gasp and sweeping my tongue in to tangle with hers.
“I think the office door just down the way is unlocked,” Megan whispered, her voice coming out on a ragged breath. “We should slip inside and say a proper good-bye.”
I slid my hand into the back of her pants, groaning when all I found was a lot of smooth skin and the barely there string of her thong. “Fuck me.”
“That was what I was suggesting.”
I gripped the back of her legs, planning on carrying her into that office and finishing what we’d started. But the “What the fuck?” spoken by someone male and definitely pissed off gave me the horrible sense that everything was about to turn to shit.
Chapter Forty-One
Megan
My mouth dropped, and I meant to call out a warning, but it was too late.
Dane turned, swearing under his breath as my brother charged toward us. He lowered me to me feet and put his hands up. “Look, man, I’m—”
My brother didn’t stop coming, and I quickly stepped in front of Dane. “Beckett, stop. I’m a big girl and I can make my own decisio—”
He reached right over the top of me and gripped Dane by the collar. “I asked you to stay away from her. Is this another of your twisted bets?”
Bets?The word echoed through my brain as it struggled to make sense of it, but I’d have to figure out what that meant later. Right now, I needed to diffuse the situation, and quickly. “Beckett, just calm down. Dane and I—”
“Bro, it’s not a bet, I swear.”
“I told you to stay away from her—that she was off-limits.”
“Wait,” I said, my mood flipping from worried to indignant. “You told him to stay away from me?”
“Damn right I did.” I could feel the anger wafting off Beckett, strong enough that panic added into the storm of emotions swirling around inside me and took top priority—this was getting ugly quickly, way more testosterone in the air than I knew how to handle.
Lyla came around the corner, her eyes flying wide. “Oh, shit.”
