Page 19 of Faking It with the Enforcer

Lilah and Sadie exchange a look.

“Whenever it happens, it’s going to be explosive,” says Sadie. “Trust me. That man wants you just as much as you want him, and it’s making him crazy on the ice. Look at him.”

We all turn our attention back to the game to watch as Wolf delivers a bone-crunching hit to a player on the other team, leaving him sprawled out on the ice. The crowd roars with excitement, howls filling the air as Wolf skates back to the bench.

Lilah nods. “Sadie’s right. Believe me, I recognize the signs. Wolf is playing like a man who needs to fuck.”

I suck in a sharp breath, and I can feel how wet my panties are. Snippets of dirty thoughts race through my mind, making my heart pound and my stomach swirl.

Wolf ripping my clothes off.

Wolf pinning me to the wall and fucking me so hard I can’t breathe.

Wolf spending hours making me come, over and over again.

But none of this is real. They’re only fantasies. Lilah and Sadie are only seeing what they think is there because I’ve lied to them.

Fuck my life. What kind of mess have I gotten myself into?

Eight

Wolf

I can’t remember the last time I felt like this, my body heavily exhausted but with fire in my veins and adrenaline coursing through me. The satisfaction of a game well played and the thrill of a hard-fought victory. The utter ruthlessness with which I played tonight made me feel like my old self again, and I know it’s all because she was here, watching me.

Emily. Sweet little Emily. I couldn’t see her up in her box, but I could feel her eyes on me. Knowing she was watching lit a fire in me that I haven’t felt in a very long time.

It’s like she’s my muse. My inspiration. My new reason for everything.

Something shifted in me when I heard her moan my name in the shower the other day. Shifted, or broke, or something, because I don’t feel like the same man I was before I knew that Emily David wants me.

I finish washing off, then turn off the shower and step out. Music is playing in the dressing room, guys laughing and talking as we get cleaned up after the game. Tonight’s win was a big one,and we’re definitely riding high. And fuck, does it feel good to have contributed to that win. I may not have scored any goals, but I did what I was supposed to do and kept their players away from my guys, giving them chances to score.

Water drips from my hair, and I towel off roughly, my movements hurried. My body’s still amped from the game, and I feel like a live wire. But it’s not just the win that has me feeling this way. It’s her. Emily.

I can’t get her out of my mind, and I’ve given up trying. I waved the white flag on that the second I heard her moan my name as she used my shower head to massage her clit.

Fuck, and now I’m hard. Rock fucking hard. In the dressing room. Goddammit. I quickly wrap the towel around my waist to try to hide my jutting cock. It works. Sort of. Mostly.

I join in the celebrations as I make my way to my station, clapping backs, laughing at jokes, and exchanging insults. But even though I’m here, with my team, my mind is elsewhere. I’m thinking about Emily. Her smile. Her laugh. Her graceful little body and how fucking good it would feel pressed up against mine. Naked.

Fuck. I’m hard again.

I dress quickly, partly because I don’t need anyone seeing me like this, and mostly because I’m eager to see Emily. I can’t wait a second longer. The need to be near her is almost overwhelming. I need to get eyes on her. Smell her.

I’m the first one dressed, and I pace impatiently as the others finish up. Finally, I head up to the box with Kincaid and Shane. We asked the girls to wait for us there after the game, knowing they’d be safe and easy to find. We enter the box, and it’s like something inside me settles at the sight of her. She’s standing with Lilah and Sadie, talking, and I drink in the sight of her. Her red hair gleams, tumbling over her shoulders, and for a second, all I can do is stare. She turns, her green eyes meeting mine, andI know I’m done. Done resisting. Done convincing myself that wanting her is wrong. Done pretending I don’t want her.

Done.

“Hey,” I say, my voice coming out rough around the edges.

She smiles at me, and the way she blushes makes me want to scoop her up in my arms. “Hey, Wolf. Great game. You were…” She inhales softly. “You were great.”

I want to reach out and pull her into my arms. I want to kiss the absolute daylights out of her. But I restrain myself. We’re not alone.

Yet.

Kincaid claps me on the back. “We’re all going out to celebrate. You in?”

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