Page 86 of The Hat Trick

“We have a weeklong road trip starting the day after tomorrow in southern California and ending in Seattle.”

“Okay, well I’ll make sure you know I’m alive,” I joke.

“You better because I know who I will come after first if something happens to you.”

We say goodbye then hang up the phone and Matt grumbles something about Vince being my favorite.

“Maybe because he’s nice and doesn’t kidnap me and then flirt with puck bunnies in front of me.” I fold my arms across my chest before settling into the seat more.

“You complain about me, Bunny, and yet for some reason you still want me.”

I really hate that the asshole is right about that. I do want him.

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Iliked Chandler being a little jealous about me flirting with those girls. Despite what she thinks I wouldn’t have done anything with them whether she was in my life or not. Not that anyone would believe me, but it’s true. I fucked around a lot, but not every woman who approached me by any means. It was still fun to fuck with her and seeing her get jealous. It just shows she has to like me at least a little bit.

We get to my house, which is a modern new build in a gated community just outside the city. I didn’t want to deal with the traffic that comes with living downtown like Dumont chose to do. And my house is a lot more extravagant compared to Collee’s. I park in the driveway, and look at Chandler who’s taking it in. I can’t help the smug smile on my face when she turns to look at me and nods.

“Yeah, this looks like it fits you,” she says right before she gets out of the car.

I follow suit. “Was that a good or bad thing?”

She looks up at my house before looking back at me again. “It just fits.”

I shake my head, following her up to open the front door. “It would kill you to give me a compliment, wouldn’t it?”

We head inside and as she’s taking in the open space she says, “Oh, my bad, I should probably fawn all over you like those girls at the arena, huh?” She makes her voice higher pitched while faking excitement, “Oh my god, Matt McQuaid you weresogood tonight. You hit the puck, like,so good.”

“That’s not very nice, I did play well tonight.” I loosen my tie to remove it.

“You were okay, I guess.”

“Wow, Bunny, try giving me one compliment.” I grab her around the waist, pulling her back to my front. I hear her breath hitch when mine touches her ear. “Just one.”

“Hm,” she hums, relaxing a bit in my grasp while she thinks. “You’re kind of okay at fucking.”

I squeeze her tighter with a nip at her ear. “Kind of okay?”

She shrugs her shoulders and wiggles her hips slightly, brushing against my hardening cock still confined by my slacks. “Could be better, but I think you’re capable of learning.”

I growl against her neck as my teeth bite into the sensitive skin where her neck meets her shoulder before soothing the area with my tongue. “You think I need to learn how to be better?”

“There’s always room for improvement,” she sounds a little breathless, but the fire is still there.

“I think I have something to prove to you now.”

“Try.”

I grip her hips and turn her to face me, so our chests collide right before our mouths do the same. Instead of kissing her with fiery intensity like every other time, I coax my tongue into her mouth and savor the moment. Moving my lips over hers, sliding tongues dominantly, but not hurried. She melts a little in my arms with a quiet whimper when I pull her bottom lip between my teeth then plunge my tongue back in.

She grabs at my jacket, trying to push it off my chest, but I pull back, not letting her. She gives me an annoyed look and I know what she was wanting. She wanted the frenzy, the heat, the hate sex we have. I want that too, it’s hot as fuck. But I’m now determined to prove a point to her that I don’t need to be taught shit. I’m going to show her exactly how amazing I can make her feel.

I scoop her up into my arms, throwing her over my shoulder before making my way toward my bedroom. I wouldn’t be against making my point right there on the floor of the entryway, but a bed will be more comfortable for her once she’s exhausted from coming so much.

Chandler’s fists hit my back as I carry her across the house while she protests being manhandled like this, but all I can do is laugh. She’s not hitting me that hard, and even if she was, I still wouldn’t put her down.

Once we’re in my room I toss her down onto the bed, and she sits up slightly, leaning back on her arms to look up at me as I discard my suit jacket, tossing it onto the bench at the foot of my bed. Then, I work on unbuttoning my shirt, her emerald eyes don’t leave me for a single second. I know her sassy mouth is bound to say something any minute, but I could have her looking at me like that forever and not give a single fuck about anything else.

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