Page 84 of Breakneck Hockey

His fingers push loose strands of my hair behind my ear, sending tingles down my neck.

“I wanna fuck you in my jersey later.”

“What? No fucking way, Sutter.”

“Please?” he says, lifting a flirty brow.

“Die, Sutter. Just … impale yourself on a hockey stick.”

He laughs. “Okay, then. How about a bet? I win tonight and you wear my Copperheads jersey while we bone.”

“Sutter—”

“Afraid you’ll lose?”

I dig fingers into his large lat muscles. I like being in his arms way too much. Fuck,whydo I like it here so much? I’m not even exaggerating when I call him the world’s biggest asshole, yet I always end up right back here, clinging to him.

“Never.”

“It’s a bet then.”

“Fine, but if I win, you wear my jersey while you fuck me,” I say, hoping he’ll see how dooming that possibility sounds.

“With pride, kitten,” he murmurs.

What’s with him today? He’s not supposed to agree so easily. I don’t give a fuck about that for long, not with his sinful lips sucking my neck.

“Fuck, I need you so bad, Alderchuck.”

“Mmm. Mmhmmm. Y’know, I don’t actually have a pregame ritual. I’m sure there’s somewhere?—”

He smacks my ass. He smirks. “Nope. I’m making us both wait. Next time my cock’s inside you, you’ll be wearing my jersey.”

Why do I put up with him again? I might never know the answer to that.

Chapter 15

Protection Complex

Sutter

He isn’t fucking careful enough and that’s why I’m in a bush at the back of my building, my favorite knife gripped in my hand. Betty. She sleeps with me under my pillow. She’s got a smooth bone handle and a blade I keep razor sharp. Maybe Betty should bite a little blood from Alderchuck. That would teach him.

I watched Casey from the cameras in my condo that show me the front of the building, sauntering up to the door, not paying any attention to his surroundings. It’s as if he wants to be attacked. That’s not on, not if he’s mine. I take care of what’s mine, but I can’t watch him twenty-four-seven. I need to know he’s being smart when I’m not with him or it’ll drive me crazy.

I told him to come to my place this time since we figure Milton and Gina know about us anyway. We’re still being careful, but I don’t see the point in forking out money for a hotel, especially when I’d rather have him inmybed. I texted him to meet me around the back of the building. He didn’t question it,didn’t try to tell me how stupid it was to hang out where it’s the darkest. At least there’s more lighting at the front of the building.

“Sutter? Are you out here? It’s fucking cold, dickface.”

Now he’s letting all the criminals know exactly where he is. He has a lot to learn. He takes another step, the last leaves of fall crunch under his feet. I burst from my bush and grab him from behind, holding my knife to his throat.

He flinches but then sinks into me. “I’d like to believe that this is some hot kinky thing you’ve concocted for tonight but, unfortunately, I know you too well.” He groans. “What did I do this time, Sutter?”

“How did you know it was me?”

“Your aftershave. I’ve told you before.”

“A killer could wear the same aftershave.”

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