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We utterly humiliated Kaplan and the Prowlers, our biggest rivals, so I should feel on top of the world right now. But I can’t stop thinking about what Kaplan said.

What the hell did he mean about Becca’s ‘little problem’? Was he just baiting me? Talking bullshit to try to get under my skin?

Goddammit, I hate that motherfucker.

I leave the ice with the rest of the Aces, aching and drenched in sweat, to take a hot shower and hopefully clear my head. The press will definitely want to talk to me after that game, but they’re the last thing I want to deal with right now, so after I shower and slap a bandage on the cut above my eye, I find Noah.

“Think you can handle the journalists for me?”

Noah lifts an eyebrow. “I would’ve thought you’d be dying to get in front of the cameras after that game. Everything okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, everything’s fine. I’m just exhausted and want to call it a night.”

Noah punches me in the arm. “You played great tonight, Camden. I’m really fucking proud of you. Welcome back.”

“Thanks, captain.”

“Now go on, get out of here,” he says with a beaming smile. I throw on a coat and ball cap from my locker before I leave, hoping it’ll be enough to throw the reporters if they see me sneaking through the arena to the family room to find Becca. Thankfully, no one notices.

Becca spots me as soon as I enter, but she’s chewing her lip. She hurries over to me, looking like she wants to hug me, but she hesitates. “Are you okay? Are you sore?”

I say nothing and pull her into my arms instead. She gives in, wrapping her arms around my neck and resting her head on myshoulder. No matter how sore I am, all I need right now is to hold her, to feel her close.

Chapter 26

Becca

I hug Theo back and notice the tightness in his grip. It’s like he’s afraid if he lets me go, I’ll disappear or something. After that incredible game, he should be on cloud nine, but he seems like something is bothering him. Did something happen out on the ice the rest of us don’t know about yet? My eyes flutter shut as I squeeze him back, hoping it will be enough to comfort him.

“Aw, how fucking touching, the prince and his pauper.”

Theo’s body turns rigid, and my eyes snap open to find Shawn standing in the entrance to the family and friends lounge, staring right at us. After the way he swung at Shawn during the game, I know it won’t take much to get Theo going again, so I pull back and look him in the eye.

“Ignore him. He’s not worth it,” I insist. I’m not about to let Theo risk his career over someone as stupid and irrelevant as Shawn. “Take me home. Make me yours.”

Heat and possessiveness spark in Theo’s eyes, and he smashes his lips into mine, kissing me passionately for the whole room to see. Shawn makes a disgusted noise, but Theo ignores him, continuing to kiss me for several seconds before he abruptly breaks and takes me by the hand. He glares at Shawnon our way out, then leads me from the family room into the labyrinthine halls of the arena.

I don’t know where we’re going, but as we storm through the halls, I feel the emotion roiling off Theo in waves. And I can feel the tension in the firm grip of his hand in mine. A few seconds later, we emerge from an unlabeled door into the area of the parking garage set aside for the players and Theo makes a beeline for his car.

Inside, I steal a glance at him, and a jumble of emotions rush through me. I don’t know exactly what it is I’m feeling or how to express them, but I do know that I want to ease some of the tension that’s threatening to make him snap. And I want him, in a deeper, more primal way than I’ve ever wanted anyone before.

I don’t think either of us can wait until we get back to the condo, so once we’re out of the parking garage and on the street, I lean over and reach for Theo’s pants. His eyes shoot to mine, his brows stitched together.

“What are you doing?” he asks, his voice raspy.

“If I’m yours, then you’re mine too,” I tell him, surprised by the possessive note in my voice. “And I want what’s mine.”

His hands tighten on the wheel as I unzip his pants and slip my hand inside. His cock is already half hard, and it thickens and swells when I run my fingers across its head. Theo makes a low noise, his hips shifting forward a little, and that’s all the encouragement I need. I gently work his cock out of his boxers, then lean down and draw it into my mouth.

Theo groans, and I can practically feel some of the tension draining away as my tongue works around him. His hand finds the back of my head, and he pushes my hair out of my face to get a better look at me as he glances down. Hunger is written all over his face.

“You dirty girl,” he murmurs. “I fucking love it. But you don’t have to do this.”

“I know, but I want to,” I whisper, echoing his words back at him before I take him back in my mouth.

His nostrils flare, his jaw tensing as he presses his head back against the head rest. “Fuck, your mouth feels so good. Jesus, princess, you fucking wreck me.”

Feeling bold, I keep going, hollowing my cheeks as I start to suck him. It’s a lot to fit, but every little groan and grunt he gives me in response just makes me want to do more. And better. Because as much as he’s taken care of me, I want to return the favor. I want to make him feel as amazing as he’s made me feel for weeks on end.

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