Page 97 of Ice Dance Hockey

He stretches the game out a little, building anticipation. Everyone knows he’s going to score the overtime goal. It’s a matter of if and not when.

The man is thick. Thicker than everyone else on the pavement. Even Jack. Jack is close in size and it’s hard to imagine how Rhett could be attracted to someone like Jack and also to someone like me. Especially when Jack and I are opposite in every way. Jack’s the sun and I’m an angry gray cloud. Jack’s a fellow (if slightly smaller) ogre, and I’m fucking Tinkerbell. Could he really be as into me as he was Jack?

He spins and winks at me, mouthingwatch thisand flashing his pearl-toothed smile. The bright orange ball sinks into the net behind Stacey—who’s playing goaltender—winning the game.

“Hockey is a team sport, Rhett,” Mercy reminds him. “Theo was lined up for that shot.”

“Nah, Merc,” Theo says. “I wanted to see him do it. Will you teach me to do that?”

“I will. Someone should if you want to make it to the NHL someday,” Rhett says. “For now, I believe I was promised a prize.”

Rhett tosses his stick down, heading straight for me like the predator he is. Shit. My heart beats out of my chest. “Put the drink down,” he says.

“Settle down, hockey gorilla. I can come peaceful—ahh!”

He’s too pumped full of testosterone after getting the opportunity to play hero via his favorite sport, to listen to reason. My belly hits his shoulder and then I’m hanging down his back.

Bea grabs my drink before it falls to the ground, cackling. Merc’s laser eyes burn into us, but he doesn’t stop Rhett. Jack’s laugh can be heard from across the street.

“If you two are gonna be as gross as Jack and Merc, I’m outta this family,” Casey says.

Rhett totes me up the long drive and toward the empty house. He stops before climbing the stairs to the porch to set me down. My back hits one of the fat posts holding up the deck, and his massive body cages me.

I lift my chin. “I don’t remember promising a prize.”

His jaw drops. “I sent a kissing emoji, and you sent a thumbs up.”

I can’t keep a straight face. Burying my head in his chest, I let my laughter burst against him. A hit of his Tom Ford cologne gushes into my nostrils.

“You’re too easy, gorilla.”

“That’s it.”

Holding me to him, he gives my ass two sharp smacks. Now I’m the one with the dropped jaw. I told him he could do that. I didn’t realize just how much I’d like it. It’s not entirely sexual. It’s more claiming.

Like, like … behave because you’re mine. A breathy gasp falls off my lips.

“You like that, Lo?”

“Yeah, baby.”

Turning my head up, he mauls my mouth, and fuck, my hard dick presses into his thigh. All of me quakes. I’ve never felt like this before. I want him. Want him so bad.

Deepening the kiss, he grips one of my solid skater’s legs and wraps it around his thick torso. I squeeze him to me. I’m rewarded with the feel of his monstrous shaft through his board shorts. He’s hard for me. Just for me.

He pulls away and I groan. We can’t do it in a house full of my family members even if they’re not actually in the house.

Or can we?

“No,” Rhett says.

“How do you know what I’m thinking?”

“Because I’m thinking the same, but that won’t impress your dad.”

I roll my eyes. Mercy’s so not my dad. Part of me regrets saying that he had to impress him, but I said that to prevent a few things from happening. Letting my penis talk me into sex was just one of many items on that list.

His mouth attaches itself to the sweet spot on my collarbone, sucking hard, intent on leaving a little bruise of ownership there. He trails up with his wet tongue, sending shivers of pleasure straight to my dick. “Rhett? If we’re not gonna … then what are you?—?”

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