Page 33 of My Pucking Crush

The team chat pings, forcing a frown to build on my mouth, reading the messages about a player on one of the rival teams. He’s a severe trouble maker, coming off an eight-game suspension. He’ll be out for blood tonight.

Mine. Wingers get extra aggressive in my zone.

But not like this Belova guy. I’m still trying to wrap my head aroundthatone.

“Something wrong?” Luca asks me, striding into the kitchen, cool and collected.

“Guy on the Houston team is trouble.”

Luca scoffs, taking a drink from my refrigerator. “You’re all trouble. Heck,you’rethe biggest pain in the ass.” When I look up quickly, he waves a hand. “Bad choice of words.”

I haven’t figured out if he tops or bottoms. Blowjobs go both ways.

Yeah, bad choice of words.

Does he take it up the ass? Was he blowing his wife’s bodyguard to get him off before he fucked him? His confession leaves me questioning.

Everything.

I discreetly adjust my growing hard-on when I think of this man’s mouth around a swollen cock. “Finish,” I say, putting my phone in my suit jacket’s inner pocket.

Another innuendo...

“Hockey is the most violent sport I’ve ever seen. Besides actual hand-to-hand combat sports.” He’s not wrong. “You’re all beasts, with hunger in your eyes and trash talk on your lips.”

“Did you ever play?” I ask him.

“No.”

“But you skate.” I hadn’t addressed his ability on blades.

“I did a little speed skating at university.” He has no accent, but working for the Russian mob fuels my curiosity about him.

“Where?”

“Not important.”

“More unnecessary details. Got it,” I say, and for asecond, I relax talking to him.

“And I know all about the Houston guy. We investigated him,” Luca says confidently. “No contact with Belova. Just your average douchebag on ice.”

“Good to know.” My phone buzzes. “Car is here.”

Luca grips his luggage and glances around. “Anything special to do here since we’ll be away for a couple of nights?”

“No. Gilda still comes by. She finds projects to keep her busy.”

“I like her. She’s been very good to me.”

“Good.” I nod sincerely. “She’s been with me since I moved here, a few years after the Crushers signed me.”

“They got you in the draft, right?”

I stop, wondering if knowing my history was part of his job. Or was it his fascination with me that made him dig into my past? “First round, their first pick.”

In the elevator, we stand on opposite sides.

I tilt my head. “Have any more questions?”

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