Page 134 of Fear of Intimacy

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"You made us late." I scolded Trevor.

“No, I didn't. You weren't even dressed." Trevor said.

"Because you kept trying to take my clothes off!

I sent him a look to which he shrugged. "It's not my fault you look good in everything."

I rolled my eyes at Trevor's comment, but a smile tugged at my lips. He really was the reason we were late for our date night but comments like that made it hard for me to be upset. Not that I could be when I had two earth-shattering orgasms before we left.

"You're insatiable."

"And you love it." Leaning down, Trevor kissed the top of my head. The action made my heart skip a beat. We'd been together for four months, and every time he did something like that, it filled my stomach with butterflies. There wasn’t a day that went by that I didn’t fall more in love with this man.

"Yeah, yeah." I shoved him as he opened the door for me to Landon’s rink, Hockey Haven. "You're a chronic flirt."

"Only with you." Trevor smacked my ass as I walked in front of him. I couldn't fight the grin any longer.

"There you are," Josie called out as we came out by the ice rink. “We thought you two weren't going to show.”

As Trevor went to greet Wyatt, Bryton, and Landon, I made my way over to my girls. Josie, Mila, and Lydia were sharing a grin as I approached. Over the last couple of months, Trevor and I had been known for showing up late because of...reasons. Something our friends teased us about endlessly.

"Blame Trevor," was all I said.

"Uh-huh." Josie just smirked.

"Are you guys ready to lose?" Bryton called out to us as the guys moved toward the benches.

"We are so going to kick their asses," Josie muttered, glaring over at her fiancé.

A week ago, while we were all having dinner together, the guys made a comment about how us girls couldn't win a hockey game against them. Not the smartest thing to say in front of four very independent women. Next thing I knew, we were agreeing to play a small game against the guys. Now here we are about to play a game.

I wasn't hopeful that we would win. I mean, hello, we weren’t the best skaters. Lydia could barely stand up on skates, so going against four professional hockey players... We didn't stand a chance. Even though Landon wasn't in the NHL like the others, he played at university and owned a rink for crying out loud.

So yeah, I wasn't that hopeful we’d win, but I wasn't going to say that out loud. Not with the determined looks on Josie and Mila’s faces. Lydia sent me a wide-eyed look. She tried to get out of doing this, but without her, we'd be down a person. There may have been other motives involved as well.

We all saw how she acted around Landon. We weren’t sure if something happened in Australia, but they'd been keeping their distance ever since. So, Jo has made it her mission to force them together at every opportunity. This being one of them. Didn’t help the bets in Bang Bet Clubgroup chat were getting closer to the timeline people had.

"We got this," I whispered, linking my arm with hers. The look she sent me said otherwise.

When we approached the benches, where Landon already had the skates and sticks ready, I let Lydia take the spot next to Landon. He could help her with the skates. With a smirk in her direction, I went to sit next to my boyfriend.

By the time I sat down and took off my shoes, Trevor already had his skates on and was ready to go. I leaned down to grab my own skate, but before I could, it was yanked out of my reach. I bit my lip as Trevor squatted down in front of me.

My mind flashed back to our first real date when he did the same thing for me. I knew how to lace up my skate, but if he wanted to do it, who was I to say no? Plus, he looked hot kneeling in front of me.

"I'll try and take it easy on you," Trevor said as he lifted my ankle to slide the ice skate on.

"You don't need to take it easy on me." I peered down at him. "If I remember correctly, I out-skated you last time."

"You're cute thinking that." Trevor looked up at me with a smirk. His fingertips stroked the skin of my ankle, trying to distract me.

"Well, when we win, I expect a lot of groveling." I stuck my chin up.

"Hmm." Trevor moved onto my next foot, making quick work of gearing me up. "When we win," he lowered his voice to a whisper, "you'll be the one on their knees." That gleam in his eyes said he fully expected me to lose.

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