Page 22 of Pucked and Pregnant

In hindsight, there were so many subtle things that dragged us all back onto this path, most, if not all of them, inevitable.

So when Liv beckons me over with a crook of her finger, I find myself unable to resist the compulsion to comply.

My hands find her hips at the same time that my mouth brushes against the back of her neck.

The cool silk of her robe sends shivers along my forearms as I undo the knot at her waist. Once I manage it, she drops her arms from Dimitri’s shoulders to allow it to slide away.

When it’s pooled at her feet, all I can do is stare.

The last time I saw her like this, the two of us were inexperienced teenagers, and I knew then she was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen or ever would see.

Looking at her now with the changes to her form that only time and maturity can make, only solidifies that thought.

As a man who’s had more than his share of women, I can say with good authority that Olivia Winters is the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.

Her head drops back against my chest as Dimitri drops to his knees in front of her, and that’s when we both freeze.

I’d been so focused on Liv that I didn’t even notice where Aiden was at. He’s rooted to the carpet, looking completely at war with himself.

Dimitri looks up at us, confused. “What is it?”

I jerk my chin at Aiden.

“Oh.”

The three of us staring at him must have been enough to break whatever spell he was under, because he clears his throat and asks, “Are you sure we should be doing this again?”

7

LIV

Aiden’s words reverberate through my brain on a seemingly endless loop.

The correct answer is no for several reasons.

I got involved with a pro player while working in Minnesota, and let’s just say, that was enough to turn me off of hockey players for the rest of my life.

Then there’s Max and Dad. They treat me like a princess, which would be cool if that involved showering me in gifts and the freedom to do whatever I wanted. Instead, they have the mentality that locking me in a tower and not allowing anyone to see me until they’ve proven their worth is the right way to go.

Dad’s going to be in Scotland in two months with Mom, but Max…

No. I’m not going down that rabbit hole right now.

What happened ten years ago made things super awkward between us for months, but spending these past few weeks with them, hanging around the house with me and Max, has made me realize why we were such close friends and how much I’d missed them.

Do I really want it to get awkward again?

On the other hand, when things were good, they wereamazing.

Ever since I left for college, I’ve been searching for someone who could make me feel the way they did over the course of that summer. To this day, I still haven’t found anyone like them.

I can’t stop thinking about them. The only thing I’ve been able to dream about since I returned is the feel of their hands on me.

And now they’re here in my hotel room.

I know I should send them away but I don’t want that. What I want right now is the three of them.

“Liv?”

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