Page 56 of Ice Dance Hockey

Once we’re outside, we’re away from most of our admirers, but still in the open enough that we should be careful. My bike is parked outside the salon, and I tug him that way. I’m not going for another uppity dinner with him. Not today. Keeping my voice low, I let him have it. “You’re an ass and I’m going to murder you, Elkington.”

“I like that a lot less than what you were doing in the salon.” He rubs his left thumb over the place where I bit him on his right wrist. He does that a lot. Wonder if he knows?

Moving to unlock my helmet from my bike, he follows, watching me. “I’m not yours, Rhett,” I hiss, quietly in case anyone walks by us. If we’re seen fighting so soon, that won’t be good for press.

I don’t get my helmet unlocked, but I do end up locked against Rhett via his arm circling my waist. “A little bit you are. Come eat with me.”

“Say you’re sorry for being an overbearing dick first.”

“I’m sorry,” he says into my ear. “That I’m an overbearing dick. That’s something you’ll have to live with, Logan dear.”

Gooseflesh prickles my skin from the shell of my ear straight to my collarbone. My cock perks up. No, no, no. I don’t want him. He’s just big, and attractive, and sinful—anyone would lust after someone like him. But right now, my traitorous body doesn’t care about what my brain says. It wants him. Anger is my only defense.

“What’s the point in saying sorry if you’re just going to do it again?”

I feel him shrug from behind me. “I have no wish to stop a behavior that I believe protects you. Don’t even deny that you like it a little.”

Maybe a little. I’ll never tell him. “Let me go, Rhett,” I say for his ears only. He releases me and I unlock my bike helmet. I turn to face him, ready to lay into him again, but he’s pouting. Dammit, I cave because there’s something about a beefy man-pout I’m a sucker for.

“I’ll see you tomorrow. Apparently.”

He crosses his arms. “I’m adding a few more dates to the calendar. Make sure to check it.”

“Yeah, yeah. Oh, and uh, Scott’s going to practice with me from now on. You’re relieved from duty.”

My helmet’s ripped out of my hand, and the leather of my jacket creaks as I’m yanked to fit against his rock-hard torso. His lip curls, revealing all this teeth. It’s almost a snarl and my heart rate beats the same terrifying speed that it does when I land a jump.

“I don’t trust him not to drop you.”

“Scott’s one of the best in the league. He’s not going to drop me, Rhett.” It takes every fuck that I usually don’t give to hold a neutral expression, especially with all the heat going to it.

“There’s only one person I trust with you.”

“You?” Fuck, he’s serious. I scoff, but it’s not even my best scoff as I simultaneously try to ward off the butterflies raging within me. “Well, unless you’re giving up your hockey career to become an ice dancer …”

He growls. “No, but I’m still coming to make sure he’s doing it right. It’s only right that I approve.”

Our noses are almost touching, and his dominant Rhett Elkington aura has sunk its claws into me.

Pull yourself to-fucking-gether, Wescott.

“Not in any way, shape, or form is it your ‘right’ to approve, but it’s more your club than my club. Do what you want.”

“Good. I’m glad we have an understanding.”

I huff a sigh. “Can I go now?”

“Yes, wait. Come here. Could be cameras around.” There are always cameras around since everyone has a smartphone. “I want a kiss.”

With my dick craving him, kissing him’s the last thing I need, especially knowing that he’s one helluva kisser. We’ve also kissed more than enough today to satisfy the public eye.

I should say no. I’m gonna say no.

“Well, what are you waiting for, gorilla?”

That’s not fucking “no”, Logan.

He’s still holding my helmet, and my heart rails my ribcage like a sledgehammer. Sliding his large hand against my face, he tilts it up, and my arms find their way around his thick neck, tickling the hair of his freshly cut nape. His lips attack mine with bruising force, totally staking a fucking claim. I forget where I am, but not who I’m kissing—Rhett would never allow that. My breaths turn into sighs and his roaming hands find their way to my pert ass, squeezing. I moan and he devours the sound.

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