Page 45 of Ice Wolf
Her eyes narrowed until I wondered how she could see. “Is this the way it’s going to be, because if it is, I doubt I’ll be able to take it.”
My eyes flicked to her lips and all I could think about was how they tasted. Sweet like cherries with a dash of honey.
“Then don’t. Go find someone else to pick on.” I couldn’t seem to help myself around her. She had a way of riling the beast deep within. Little did she know how truthful the statement was.
“What? Ba… You are… You are the most arrogant ass I’ve ever met.” With her phone tossed, she jerked to her feet, grabbing the box of pizza.
Her phone rang again and she all but snapped.
“Shut up!”
Hunger. Extreme hunger.
The discomfort was increasing.
Huffing, she fiddled with the same strand of hair and stormed off.
“Hey, I did save you from being trampled at the restaurant,” I tossed out as I leaned my head against the back of the couch.
“Aren’t you the big, bad hero.”
My phone rang again and I sighed, forcing myself to look. My brother. Great. Shit was obviously rolling downhill. A part of me knew Lily was right. I needed to get my shit together or I’d be tossed out of the last game. Forget the playoffs. I snatched my phone as I overheard her tossing things around in her kitchen out of frustration.
As I stood, I scrolled to my Instagram account. Sure, I posted on it from time to time, usually after a damn hot game, but I couldn’t remember the last time I’d checked the comments.
Call me a busy guy.
Call me an arrogant ass.
Whatever. I just hadn’t felt the need. Besides, some fans were fucking crazy.
I shifted to the picture she’d taken of the two of us, which was actually adorable as hell. Even though she had a plastic smile on her face, her eyes were twinkling with mischief. Damn, she was a hottie. Although I had to admit the adorable schoolmarm look did fascinate me.
When I was just outside the kitchen, I found two comments that pissed me the fuck off.
Sassyblonde57: Who the hell is that bitch? Ugly.
Hotmama: Savage, you could do way better than that tramp.
I’d be goddamned. That’s what had upset her. Tension and another wave of anger rolled through my shoulders. No one talked about my girl that way.
I suddenly caught myself.
My girl.
Fuuuuck.
Lily certainly didn’t think so, even if faking our dating status.
This kind of shit she didn’t deserve. Hell, she had to deal with me. That was enough penance for her. I walked into the kitchen, stopping just inside the doorway.
The scent of her feminine wiles was stronger before, so much so as I took a deep breath, I was suddenly lightheaded. What in the hell was going on?
“Hey, you’re trying to do your job. I know that. I’m sorry. I can be an ass sometimes and that’s not cool. It’s just that when you’ve been hyped up to be this great superstar, you learn to believe the shit out there. Good or bad.”
She nodded, her arms extended to the point of snapping the wrong way. Even her knuckles were white from continued irritation. “My job. What a joke.” The moment she shifted, a stark revelation slammed into my system.
The woman was wearing my scent. Not because we’d touched before or sparred during every conversation. Because she belonged to me.
