Page 99 of Lucky Laces
I like you, Hudson.A lot.
Yeah, damn those words feel good.
Almost as good as her being willing to give us a chance, to not shut it down just because our relationship is complicated.
And maybe I should be a good person and step back, should take this mess with me so it doesn’t add complications to her life…
But I’m not that good.
I’m not willing to give her up.
Not when she got off work late last night and came to my house, not giving a blip of protest when I drew her up to my bedroom, tugged one of my tees over her head and held her close as she fell into a deep, exhausted sleep.
Not when I had to get up early to go to an appointment this morning and she met me in the kitchen before I left, snuggling up against me, murmuring, “Good morning.”
Not when I’m going to make sure she knows exactly what it all means to me.
I like you, Hudson.A lot.
Yeah, well the feeling’s mutual.
My leg pinches slightly as I walk but I’m in too good of a mood to let it bother me.Mostly because of all that Diana has given me, but also because…two more days and the stitches will come out.
Two more days and I can get out on the ice and crush some fuckers.
Two more days and I can do to Diana exactly what I’ve been fantasizing about.
Without the side of blood.
Because, seriously, this No Sex shit for my own good is complete and total bullshit.Okay, well it’s been fun doing all the No Sex things, but it’s less fun my dick is acting like it belongs to a teenager again.
For Christ’s sake, I jerked off twice this morning and I was still halfway to hard when I walked into the rink.
Then, of course, I spotted Dee and I went completely hard.
Then harder still thinking about how I wanted to touch her and kiss her and?—
I like you, Hudson.A lot.
Remembering her face when she said that.
I glare down at my dick.
Which is fucking hard again.
Jesus.
I need to?—
“Ow!”I snap, rubbing at my shoulder as the punch which came out of nowhere—and a fucking hard one at that—stays me in my tracks.“What the fuck?”I say, turning and glaring at the gaggle of my teammates blocking my path.
They glare right back, completely unaffected by my terse question.
“She’s fucking engaged, dumb fuck!”King hisses, breaking the standoff and punching me again.
“Ow!”I growl.“Stop it.”
“And our fucking coach,” Rome grinds out stepping closer, his eyes flaring with warning as he socks me right in the same spot.
