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Getting her off was always half the fun.

I want to fucking kill whoever it was that didn’t bother to take care of Mackenzie the way she deserved to be taken care of.

Lesson one may have been reminding her that not everything needs to be so damn serious and thought-out all the time, but lesson two will be where the real fun starts. And now that she’s here, it’s going to start tonight.

“You okay?” I ask as the sleeve of her top slides off her bare shoulder, giving me a tantalizing glimpse of creamy skin dotted with freckles the color of her hair.

She arches a perfectly shaped brow and smiles. “I heard a rumor there’s chicken parm from Nonna’s with my name on it in your fridge. Maybe even a cupcake too. Any chance it’s still there?”

“Damn. The girls told you... I thought I had lunch tomorrow,” Leo chimes in.

“Like your sisters weren’t going to tell me.” She flashes him a dazzling smile and man, she’s a fucking vision when she’s comfortable in her skin. I knew right away last night when she tensed up that something was wrong, but I had no clue what it was. And I never want her to feel that way with me.

“Ignore him. He’s full of shit. We leave tomorrow morning for a three-day away-game stretch. He doesn’t even need lunch.” I palm the small of her back and guide her into the kitchen where the bag Mom sent home with me sits in the fridge. “How was the hospital?” I run my hand through my wet hair and push it off my face, tracking the way her eyes widen as she stares at my chest. “My eyes are up here, Hayes.”

Mac rolls her eyes. “I told you before, Sinclair. Steroids aren’t good for you.”

She pulls herself up to sit on my counter, bringing her almost to my height. I wonder how this confident woman in front of me can be the same woman who was so unsure of herself last night. “What are you doing with Gordie while you guys are gone?”

“My parents are gonna watch him for me.” I pull her bag out of the fridge and drop it on her lap. “Why? You wanna watch the little terror for me?”

“Maybe.” She shrugs and peeks in the bag. “Man, that smells good.”

“A little late for chicken parm, isn’t it?” I tease her, wishing I had more food to stuff in the damn bag. Brynn looks like a stiff wind would blow her away.

“Listen, Sinclair, one of us worked all day, and I’m pretty sure it wasn’t you. Don’t judge me.” She closes the bag back up and beams. “I’ll be sure to stop by the studio and thank your mom later this week. This was incredibly thoughtful.”

Her pink tongue peeks out and wets her lips. “So... you’re leaving tomorrow for a few days. Are you excited for preseason to kick off? Or are you just ready for the season to kick in? Easton always used to complain he just wanted to get the season started. He hates preseason. He always has.”

“The team’s been gelling pretty good in practice. I want to see how we do in an actual game. We’re rookie heavy this season, so tomorrow night is gonna be a good first test.” I plant my hands on her thighs and love the way she shivers right away. “I’ve been thinking about the homework I want to give you to do while I’m gone.” My cock throbs at the thought.

Mac looks around, probably checking for Leo, who I heard head into his bedroom earlier.

“Homework?” she squeaks, and it’s sexy and kind of adorable.

Never thought those words would go hand in hand.

“Yeah, Mac. Homework. My first game is tomorrow at two. Half our team will play then. The rest of the team will play at six. I should be back in the hotel room by ten. Are you on call tomorrow night?” My need for this woman grows with just the fucking thoughts I’m having when she shakes her head. “Good. I want you to be naked in bed when I call you. Can you do that for me?”

“I feel like we’ve skipped a few lessons, Nixon.” Her words are soft and sexy. Hesitant, but also intrigued. And I’m here for all of it.

“We haven’t skipped any lessons, beautiful. I promise. I’ll tutor you through every single one. You’ve just got to trust me. Do you trust me, Mac?”

“Yes,” she tells me, and that one fucking word makes me feel like the king of the goddamn world.

Fuck... Does that make me Leonardo DiCaprio before the fucking ship sinks?

Hockey season is upon us, and preseason or not, I’m here for it. Bring me this season’s newest hockey hotties, puck pack members, and all the drama that goes with these hockey gods. The town of Kroydon Hills bows down to you and all your beautifully delicious season-long shenanigans. Let the games begin and may they be ever in your favor.

XOXO – Kroydon Kronicles

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NIXON

The next morning comes too fucking early, and I’m filled with the kind of excited energy that only comes before the start of a new season. The first games are always the worst, preseason or not. I wasn’t lying when I told Mac the team was gelling in practice, but until you’re on the ice in an actual game, you just don’t know what’s going to happen.

When I was drafted to the Revolution, they’d just won the Stanley Cup and lost their coach. Coach Kane, my old college coach, came on board, and we all worked our asses off that following season to win our next Cup. But that was three years ago. We’ve made it through the first two rounds of playoffs these past three seasons, but we haven’t been able to bring the Cup home again, and I want it so bad I can fucking feel it in my hands, like a phantom limb or some shit.

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