Page 36 of Breaking Away

Not a fucking chance, you prick.

Before he can open his mouth and charm Kavi like he does every woman, my hand finds the dip of her lower back. I’m notready for how warm she feels against my palm. “Go to the spot in the back.”

She heads there, saying along the way, “Thanks for letting me come on board.”

Quinn salutes. “Truthfully, we’d do anything for our man, Lokhov. Even when he ignores us.”

“Good thing Coach flew in before us,” says Matt, our left winger. “He’s not here to yell at us for running late.”

“Yeah, because he’s blowing upmyphone right now,” groans Hughes.

The team keeps talking, but I tune them out, focusing on Kavi. When my gaze snags on the curve of her shorts, the front of my pants unexpectedly tighten.

No.

If I could punch my dick right now, I would.

Stopping before the seat, she turns around. “Letting me come… I’ll find a way to repay you.”

Fuck. I do not need to know how badly I want to hear her say that again.

Her sitting on my face, lowering herself on my mouth, shaking uncontrollably and crying out. Letting me come… I’ll find a way to repay you.

All the blood in my body starts flowing toward my cock.

My jaw aches because I’m clenching so hard. I should focus on why Kavi is here. If her plan is to make Smith curdle with jealousy, then I can’t wait to imagine that forehead vein of his bulge.

If that’s what she needs from me, I’ll do it.

It’s only one game. Then we never see each other again. A last goodbye.

My cock stirs again when she turns around. Her curves have me internally swearing and telling myself, even if she’s here, Ican’t touch her again. I won’t. I don’t want to remember the feel of her body against mine.

Kavi’s foot knocks against the strap of a duffel.

She starts falling.

14

KAVI

Somehow I’ve fallen forwardand resigned myself to more humiliation because bad days can always get worse to a point where you accept everything is cursed…

Two big hands catch me at my hips before I hit the floor.

Considering who was right behind me, I know a chivalrous plane phantom hasn’t saved the day.

“Kavi,” says Dmitri, sounding pissed as if the clumsiness is on purpose.

“Lokhov,” I snap back, using his last name purposefully when other times I use it randomly, my mind switching between that and Dmitri for no reason other than what feels right in the moment.

“I got you,” he grumbles.

Hecertainlydoes have me. My body is bent in downward-facing dog, and with his reflexes rescuing my face from smashing into an armrest, Dmitri has pulled me backwards from my hips, almost up against his hips so now it only looks like he’s smashing me from behind, doggie-style.

Wouldn’t it have been better to let me fall? Especially because now I can’t help but imagine the exact same pose, but him pulling back and pushing backintome. Thickly.

The seat of my shorts dampens and not because I’m wondering if thickly is a real word.

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