Page 145 of A Major Puck Up

“Someone call a penalty,” Aiden shouts. “He just iced me!”

Camden laughs and shakes his head as he stops beside me, waiting for me to reply.

“Um, yeah,” I say, lowering my head. “I’m sorry if you thought?—”

He shakes his head. “Hoped. You didn’t give me any reason to think there could be more. It’s okay.” He smiles, his dimple popping. “He’s a lucky guy.”

“Thank you.” I grasp his arm and press a kiss to his cheek. “You’re a good guy, Camden.”

At the sound of a throat clearing, I pull back and smile at my very jealous and possessive boyfriend. I’m not even going to lie and say I don’t like it. In fact, I love that he can be openly jealous and possessive now.

With a hand on my hip, he glares at his player. “Say goodbye, Camden.”

In the true good-guy fashion, Camden smiles, looks his coach dead in the eye, and says, “Be good to her.”

Gavin seems to respect the response and nods.

Once Camden skates off, I turn my attention back to my two favorite people. “Your daddy is ridiculous,” I tell Vivi, rubbing my hands against her cold cheeks. “Think it’s time to get this little lady home and warmed up.”

Angling closer, Gavin presses a kiss to my lips. “I can think of a few ways I would like to warm up Vivi’s nanny.”

I pinch his side. “Stop calling me that or that’s all I’ll be, Mr. Langfield.”

Gavin gives me his cheekiest smile. “But your brother told me there’s a whole thing about single dads and nannies.”

Eyes narrowed, I cross my arms over my chest. “You wanna be a single dad?”

With a chuckle, he kisses me again. “Not a chance,” he says against my lips. “Completely taken with one woman and one woman only.”

I smile against his lips and hum contentedly, closing my eyes. “Better be. Come on, Hockey Daddy. Take me home.”

FIFTY-THREE

MILLIE

It’s late by the time we get home, and Vivi goes down easily. Then, for the first time since we decided we were going to do this, Gavin and I are completely alone.

“I don’t know about you, but I’m fucking exhausted,” he says as I step out of the bathroom after brushing my teeth.

I lick my lips, not even trying to fight the wicked smile that takes over. “Too tired for me, old man?”

Growling, he pulls me onto his lap on his side of the bed. “Never.”

Straddling him, I work to undo his belt buckle and zipper. My mouth waters at the thought of touching him, and when I reach inside his boxers and roll my finger over the head of his hard cock, heat pools low in my belly. “I heard a rumor that the other Langfield men have piercings.”

Gavin cocks a brow. “Yeah, and?”

I roll my thumb over his crown again. “Just got me thinking…”

“Thinking I need metal or toys to get you off?” His eyes go dark and devilish. Sinful. “Peaches, I ate you out on a bar top in Boston so thoroughly you kicked me in the stomach and knocked me on my ass.”

“Yeah, I guess.” I shrug. “But that was before. Back when you were more daring. Now you’re a dad. Sensible, tired. Missionary sex is probably all I have to look forward to.”

His laugh is sharp and dangerous. “You think I can’t be wild? You think that because I’m dedicated to one woman and one woman alone, I’m boring?”

I lower my head demurely and look up at him through my lashes, egging him on.

“I’ll show you how boring I am.” With his right hand, he tears the black leather belt from his belt loops. Once it’s free, he folds it, making a loud snapping sound as he pulls it taut.

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