Page 18 of Faking It with the Enforcer

“Well, for me, it just kind of happened. Kincaid and I met at a party, and there was this instant connection. Age didn’t matter. We just knew we wanted to be together, no matter what.”

Sadie nods. “I’d had a crush on Shane for, like, ages, so once we got on the same page, everything just clicked. I just love how mature and confident he is. He makes me feel so safe and cared for. He might be twenty-four years older than me, but I wouldn’t change it for anything. I like it.” Sadie winks at me. “Older men are the shit.”

“How much older than you is Wolf?” asks Lilah. I don’t even know why I brought this up. It’s not like Wolf is actually my boyfriend. It’s not like the dynamics of an age gap relationship actually matter to me.

But you want them to, says a quiet voice in the back of my mind. And the voice isn’t wrong. I do.

“He’s thirteen years older. I’m nineteen, he’s thirty-two.”

Lilah grins. “Thirteen years isn’t that much. It feels like a lot because you’re young, but if you both want to make it work, it won’t get in your way.”

I smile at her, letting hope filter through me. It’s a foolish, reckless kind of hope, but it’s there all the same.

Our attention drifts back to the game, and I find myself swept up in the action. I’m engrossed watching the players move with speed and agility across the ice. We all stand and cheer when Kincaid scores a goal, and the crowd is positively electric, their energy pulsing through the packed arena like a heartbeat.

And Wolf. God. He’s a force to be reckoned with. He’s powerful and aggressive and easily one of the biggest guys on the ice. His hits are so hard they make me wince on behalf of his victims. But there’s a grace to his movements, too. A fluidity that almost reminds me of dance. He’s not just brute strength; there’s skill and precision in everything he does. Every pass. Every shot. Every slice of his blades across the ice.

Every time he steps onto the ice, my heart starts to race. I can’t take my eyes off of him. The way his body moves, the aura of intensity surrounding him—it’s enthralling. Intoxicating. I’ve never seen anything like it.

I think I’m wetter than I’ve ever been.

“Wow, Wolf isreallyfired up tonight,” says Lilah, glancing my way.

“Yeah, he’s playing like a man possessed,” Sadie agrees, a smirk playing on her lips. “I wonder what’s gotten into him. A redhead, maybe?”

I blush, looking down at my lap, where my hands are curled together.

Lilah leans towards me, her blond hair falling over her shoulder, her green eyes sparkling. “So, howarethings with you and Wolf?”

I frown slightly. “What…what do you mean?”

Sadie giggles. “Wolf’s playing like an absolute maniac tonight. You must be doing something right.”

It takes me longer than it should to clue in to the fact that they’re talking about sex.

My face flames and I twirl a lock of hair around my finger. “Oh, well. Um. You know. I can’t really take credit for that because we haven’t…” My mouth goes dry.

Lilah’s eyebrows shoot up. “You haven’t had sex yet?”

I shake my head. “Um, no. Not yet. We’re…” The words stick in my throat.

“Waiting?” offers Lilah, and I nod. She tilts her head. “Girl, you’ve got more restraint than me. I don’t know how you haven’t jumped him yet.”

“Or climbed him like a freaking tree,” adds Sadie.

I laugh, covering my face with my hands. “I can’t just jump him or climb him or whatever. I’ve never…I’m still…”

Lilah’s eyes widen. “Oh. You’re a virgin?” she asks gently.

I nod, my stomach dipping and swirling. “Yeah. Wolf is the only guy I’ve ever dated, and it’s new between us. But…I do want him,” I say, and it feels like the most honest thing I’ve said all night, even if the stuff about it being new between us is a lie. “Badly.”

Sadie sighs and then fans herself dramatically. “I bet he’s amazing in bed. All that intensity? God. You need to find out and then report back. You know, for science.” She winks at me and I can’t stop the laugh that bubbles out of me.

Lilah’s laughing too, and when I glance over at her, our eyes meet. “Is Kincaid…?”

Her laugh turns into a giggle, and her cheeks go pink. “He’s an absolute animal, and I mean that in the best way possible.”

I squirm in my seat, my clit pulsing insistently between my legs. I ache in a way I’m not used to. I feel empty in a way I don’t fully understand as I think about what Lilah and Sadie just said. What would Wolf be like in bed? Would he be an animal? What does that even mean? And why do I like the sound of it so much?

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