Page 160 of Hockey Halloween
“What? No. Of course I don’t. You look at me like you want me to st?—”
His finger covers my lips, and I blink at him. What the fuck? Did I turn the corner and cross a portal into bizarro world?
“I’m going to kiss you now.”
Is this man on drugs? How can he look at me with such disdain yet at the same time say he’s going to kiss me?
His thumb strokes my face as he looks down at me with a fondness in his eyes that takes my breath away. He’s smiling, it’s warm, it’s kind, and it lights up his whole face. Man. This guy could charm the pants off… well, me.
“Your ex just got out of the car with his cousins.” He’s still stroking my cheek as he talks. “I guess Apollo asked their team to lend a hand since they’re in town for the game tomorrow.”
My ex. Here. I blink. I left home, moved here, to get away from him, from the gossip, the whispers, and the looks filled with pity as I walked through town.
That’s what this kiss is, a pity kiss. “I don’t want a pity kiss.” My voice is breathy, like I’ve run up a few flights of stairs and need to bend over and catch my breath.
“What if it’s just a kiss?”
“But you hate me?”
He sighs, like I’m trying his patience. “Can you consent please? He’s only going to stare over here for so long.”
I don’t know why he’s doing this. I don’t know what he’s got against Johnny White, or what he thinks he’s going to accomplish by kissing me, but he’s a gorgeous man, staring at me like he wants to consume me from the inside out.
It’s been a long time since I’ve felt that tug of desire inside myself, and I really don’t remember the last time I felt wanted.
So, I nod. “Yes.”
Mason
Am I proud of the fact I’m using this woman to annoy her ex? No. Or the fact I’m using him as an excuse to touch her? Also no.
But seeing the way he sneered when he got out of the car, nudged his friends to look over in her direction, triggered some kind of protective instincts.
I remember the boys telling stories of our former captain, August Kade, and his now wife, Rowan, who was another of Johnny’s former conquests. JW treated her like shit, and Kade kissed the face off her at a de la Peña Christmas party so it would get back to Johnny.
The two of them dropped gloves at the next game, and Kade handed JW’s ass to him.
Am I hoping for history to repeat itself? Fuck yeah, I am. If he instigates something on the ice tomorrow night, I’m sure as shit not going to back down. No woman on the face of the earth deserves the Johnny White treatment.
I don’t know much about Lilith, but I can already tell she didn’t deserve her heart to be steamrolled by that asshole.
I lower my mouth to Lilith’s, hovering for just a second, expecting her to cringe, or wince, or flinch, or worse, pull backentirely, but she doesn’t. She rolls onto her tiptoes, tilts her head back, inviting me to kiss those plump, pink, cupid’s bow lips.
It’s a gentle sweep of our mouths against each other that results in a warm tingle flashing across the sensitive skin of my lips. She gasps and reaches for me at the same time I lean into her for more. Her mouth opens for me without hesitation, and her tongue is lying in wait.
She’s as hungry for me as I am for her, spearing her fingers into the hair curling at the nape of my neck. She curls her nails into my skin making me growl. I pick her up, spin her around, and grind against her as my flagpole dick presses into her crotch. She curls her legs behind my back, holding me to her, pulling me into her, as her mouth kisses me with a passion I wasn’t expecting.
Her body doesn’t say she’s disgusted by me. In fact, she moves her hands from behind my neck to cup my face. I half expect to feel her shudder as her palms caress my cheeks, as her fingers explore the rough edges of my scar, but she doesn’t pause for breath.
I can’t tell if Johnny is watching, if he even saw me kissing her, and right now, I don’t fucking care. Time stands still, my hands hold her, bracing her waist against the metal building she’s pinned against. Her hips are rolling against my cock, and I swear to all that’s holy, if she keeps this up, I’m going to jizz in my boxers.
When we eventually break apart, her lips are puffy, her eyes wild, and her fingers are back in my hair, making me tip my head back and lean into her sharp, scratching fingernails.
She gives me a small smile that lifts her rosy, pink cheeks. “That wasn’t a pity kiss.”
I shake my head, leaning down to brush my nose against hers. “No, Ghost. It wasn’t.”
She purses her lips, not making any move to slide down my body and stand on her own two feet. “Why do you call me that?”
