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I finally madeit to the bedroom, but I had to wait an hour for June to leave. I didn’t want her to see what I needed. When she finally left, I ducked out for my ice pack in the freezer.
I came so hard, I needed to ice my dick.
Fuck,that stung. I clenched my jaw, carefully lying back down. I fucked a Venus flytrap. That was the only explanation I could come up with.
CHAPTER 23
BEAR
TWENTY HOURS SINCE SEX
Afternoon practice was supposedto be laps on the ice, not watching June and Montoya head upstairs for their lunch break. She literally said nothing about the sex that left me sensitive to fabric.
Nothing.
A hand smacked the back of my head, and I jerked over. “What?”
“That’s your seventh puck,” Denali chuckled. “Get back to Earth.”
I left him for the bench and started removing my skates. “I need thirty. Don’t wait for me, I’ll meet you in the gym.”
“Where are you going?”
“I need to talk to June.”
Denali exhaled through his nose. “Can you lay off her?”
I paused at his choice of words and shook my head. The guys continued drills while I made my way up the stairs, anticipation biting at my heels. June and I had to talk. We couldn’tnottalk about this. I shoved open the door to see a room overlooking the arena. It must’ve been where the announcers hung out. June and Montoya sat on office chairs, eating lunch.
Montoya lit up when he saw me. “Bear!”
June frowned. “We’re busy.”
“Montoya.” I thumbed towards the stairs. “Out. Now.”
“Okay,” he said easily.
“Hold on, Bear doesn’t give you orders.” June motioned her fork towards me. “We’re having lunch. You’re not invited.”
Montoya shrugged. “I can go?—”
“Yeah, you’re going,” I said.
“Montoya won’t let anyone tell him what to do, which is why he’s stayinghere.”
Our argument escalated while Montoya’s eyes flickered between us, awkwardly hovering over the chair until I thundered, “Montoya,who are you more scared of?”
“Uh…it’s actually not that far-off.” He inched away. “Sorry, June, I think you’d forgive me…I don’t think Bear would…”
With that, the door closed behind him.
June stabbed her salad. “Why are you ruining my lunch break?”
“What the fuck was that?”
“You, kicking Montoya out like an asshole? It’s self-explanatory.”
“No. Us. Having sex.”
