Page 54 of Sweet Temptation (Men of Honor 2)
Sincere curiosity fills Maggie’s expression. I shift uncomfortably, not knowing what to say, “Well…”
“What do you mean how? Look at her,” Jesse interrupts, saving me from having to answer.
Maggie nods, “True, she’s beautiful, but there has to be more to it than that, we both know your brother is the biggest man-whore.”
Having Sawyer titled a man-whore is no surprise, but, for some reason, hearing it still twists my stomach.
Jesse narrows her eyes at her best friend. “People can change, Mags, especially when the right person comes along,” she replies giving me a soft smile.
Seriously, this girl is one of the nicest girls I’ve ever met.
Maggie shrugs, but before she can say more the over-filled bleachers go wild as the hockey players take the ice. Excitement rushes through me as the arena becomes charged with an energy I’ve never felt before. It’s my first time ever to watch a hockey game, and I can’t deny my excitement about getting to see another part of Sawyer.
Jesse points him out to me, “There he is, number eleven.” My gaze zeroes in on his tall, muscular body covered in equipment as he glides across the ice with grace.
I watch as he scans the crowd and know the moment his eyes land on me; I feel it before I see it. He gives me one of his panty droppin’ grins and winks at me. Then shows off by skatin’ backwards by the glass in front of me.
I roll my eyes but a huge silly smile is plastered across my face. Seriously he may be one cocky son of a gun but he is the sexiest one I have ever laid eyes on.
“Damn you weren’t kidding, he does have it bad,” Maggie says to Jesse. “Yup!” she replies proudly.
I feel my cheeks turn pink about bein’ talked about, but I also can’t deny the little flip my stomach does at hearing that.
All of a sudden a loud, annoying giggle sounds behind me with Sawyer’s name mixed in. Jesse and I turn around at the same time to see three Malibu Barbie lookin’ girls sitting together. One in particular points at Sawyer with a hungry look in her eyes.
Jealousy rears its ugly head the same time Jesse groans. “You have got to be kidding me.”
“Yup, she’s been up there gushing and waiting for your brother’s arrival since I got here,” Maggie tells her.
Jesse looks at me with annoyance burning in her eyes, “That’s Stephanie Taylor, she’s the town bicycle, and the biggest bitch to walk the face of the earth. Pretend she isn’t here.”
I nod, knowing exactly her type… she’s a Jenny, which only makes my jealousy worse. But I try to shake it off and focus as Jesse starts to explain the rules of the game to me. It all seems very confusin’ but I figure I will pick up on it as I watch. I catch Sawyer glancing up at me every once in a while during warm-up, and every time he gives me one of his trademark panty droppin’ grins, which helps ease my earlier jealousy.
All the players take a seat on the bench except for five of them, one of those five bein’ Sawyer. He skates to center ice where the ref is standing and faces off for the puck with a player from the opposing team. An almost-hush silence falls over the crowd just before the ref blows the whistle and drops the puck. Sawyer gains control of it right from the drop then the battle is on. I watch in anticipation as every player from the other team is after him. Sawyer maneuvers around them, easily dodging their greedy sticks, then just like that, only a minute into the game, he scores. And I can’t help it, I yell, cheer and pull on Jesse’s arm, excitedly feelin’ so darn proud of him. Jesse and Maggie laugh their butts off at my reaction.
I watch the other four guys skate up to Sawyer and congratulate him by either hitting gloves or punchin’ him in the arm. I find it a strange way to congratulate someone. Soon he comes skating past the glass in front of me and raises his arms sayin’, “See, what did I tell you?” I can’t even roll my eyes at his arrogance because I’m too darn excited for him. Then he points at me and gives another wink before skatin’ off.
“Oh my god, it’s almost sickening to watch,” Maggie says teasingly. Rather than feel embarrassed I beam with happiness.
“So who is this you have brought with you, Jesse?” a snooty voice asks.
Jesse turns to town bicycle, the glare they share shows how much they dislike each other. “Oh her?” Jesse asks, jerking her thumb at me, “she’s Sawyer’s girlfriend,” she smirks, seeming happy to announce that fact.
Town bicycle scoffs… I hate those scoffs. “Right, nice try. Your brother doesn’t date, especially ones like her.”
Well now what the hell does that mean? I turn around and look at her snotty face in annoyance. Jesse pipes up again before I can say anything, “Actually he does date, just not whores. That’s why you never knew that.”
Maggie and I chuckle. Bicycle girl glares but keeps her mouth shut. I shrug her off and bring my attention back to Sawyer and the game.
No one is going to ruin my night, especially not a bitch like her. I watch the rest of the game in excitement and awe. Sawyer really is amazin’ and he completely dominates the ice. He also plays with good sportsmanship and never hogs the puck, which, to be honest, kind of surprised me. Every goal he scored he would either point at me from his spot or skate by the glass, givin’ me a cocky wink. This time nothing about his arrogance annoyed me, it only made me giddy and my panties wet. So wet that I was ready to go home and be alone with him. We ended up winning the game 8-4, Sawyer scorin’ five of those goals.
After the guys clear the ice, Jesse and I go wait outside the glass doors that lead to the dressing rooms. About ten minutes later I see Sawyer walk out of the change room, freshly showered with his hockey bag slung over his shoulder. My heart does its usual little flip every time I lay eyes on him. Four others follow him out, and they all laugh good-heartedly at something he says. You can tell Sawyer loves seeing his friends tonight just as much as they do him.
