Page 42 of Puck Right Off

Moisture fills my eyes. “I missed you, Jordyn.”

A slow smile spreads over her face, bathing me in her light, warming my cold, fractured heart. “I missed you. I’m still mad, and all isn’t forgiven… But I missed you.”

“Well… You’re gonna have something else to be mad about.” I grab the hem of his jersey and yank it over her head. Tossing it onto the floor, I slam my skate into the fabric before reaching behind me and pulling my jersey over my head.

“Tristan! What the hell are you doing?” Large aqua eyes dart in the direction of her stepfather and mom. “I can’t wear your jersey.”

“The fuck you can’t.” I hold it out to her, watching as she swallows hard, heat blazing in her eyes.

She likes it when I’m possessive and demanding.It makes her hot, causing her breathing to accelerate, a flush spreading over her cheeks.

“You don’t wear anyone’s name and number but mine,” I growl as I pull my too-large jersey over her torso, smoothing it over her hips and thighs. I slide my hand up so it’s cupping her pussy. Her resulting gasp and the heat radiating through her jeans tell me what I’m desperate to know. “You’re fucking soaked for me, aren’t you, kitten?”

She grips my padding, a squeak coming through parted lips.

“God, I’d love to lick your pretty pussy until you explode onto my face.” Reluctantly, I remove my hand before someone sees us.

Her hands slide from my padding as I step back. I give her an appreciative look. “You look sexy as fuck wearing my jersey.”

She wrinkles her cute little nose. “I smell like your sweat.”

“Just like you did in the shower.” I wink at her, chuckling as she gasps. The sound heads straight to my cock.

“You’re an ass.” She spits, folding her arms over her chest and glaring at me like an angry kitten.

“Maybe, but I’m your ass.” Reaching out, I gently push a strand of her hair away from her face, intentionally grazing my finger over her cheekbone before tucking a silky curl behind her ear. “You’re so damn beautiful.” My knuckles graze her neck, goosebumps pebbling in the wake of my touch. “And you’re mine. All mine.”

Her eyes heat as she snaps, “I’m not yours. And I haven’t forg?—”

My finger over her lips stops her. “I’m running out of time and need to return to the ice. But, kitten, you’re mine. Just like I’m yours.Only yours.”

She stares at me, her expression softening. “Give me a chance to grovel for being an asshole. Please.”

“I’ll hear you out?—”

I shake my head. “I need you to listen and understand. I want you to understand me.”

She searches my pleading eyes before she finally nods and whispers, “Okay.”

A smile breaks across my face. “Good. I’ll see you after the game?”

“Yes.”

“Enjoy the game.” Stepping back, I quickly bend and pick up Gardner’s jersey. As I straighten, her voice makes me still.

“Aren’t you going to get in trouble for this?” She gestures at my jersey she’s wearing before her eyes move to my padding. Her gaze slowly travels down to my skates and then back to my eyes, cheeks turning scarlet.

“Worth it.” I tilt my head, speaking the words inside my heart. “You’re worth any amount of trouble I’d get in.” Then Iwink before putting my helmet and gloves back on, heading for the ice.

I feel like I’m floating as I skate across the ice. Alex catches my eyes, a shit-eating grin on his face as I skate by him.

But I don’t give a shit.Nothing can bring me down.

CHAPTER 25

Tristan

Coach Jensen gives me a strange look as I head toward my locker, taking in my missing jersey. I see his lips twitch before he says, “Get a fucking jersey on, Harrington.”

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