Page 38 of Pucking Forbidden

People are going to have thoughts about the two of us together. They’re going to criticize and judge him. Hell, they’re going to do it to me, too. They’ll say I chose him over my brother, that I have no loyalty. But they don’t know either of us, and they don’t know our story.

I don’t care what the world thinks. But part of me worries that Jordan still does, though. And I’m not really sure what to do about that. I want to be patient and give us time. But when you’ve spent so long wishing for something…patience is hard to come by when it’s right there and you still can’t quite reach it.

“Maybe next time,” I murmur to Emilia.

Half an hour later, the team arrives in a wall of sound. Most of the guys file right on by, ducking into the locker room to shower and change. Jordan doesn’t. He walks right up to me, his eyes scanning my face.

“What’s wrong?” he demands.

“What? Nothing.” I paste a bright smile on my face. “Maybe I’m just admiring the view. It’s been a while since I’ve seen you all dressed up in your gear and sweaty, you know.”

He narrows his eyes on me and then grunts, hauling me into his arms. My heart races as his lips come down on mine in a hard kiss in front of everyone in the hall.

“Holy shit!” one of his teammates shouts as several others whoop and catcall.

Jordan ignores them like they don’t exist, pulling me into a little alcove across from the locker room.

“You just kissed me,” I mumble, staring up at him with what I’m sure is a stupid look on my face.

“Fuck yeah, I needed that,” he growls, nipping at my bottom lip.

“You kissed me in front of your teammates.”

“Yeah, so?”

“I thought…never mind, it’s not important.”

“What? Tell me.”

“I thought you weren’t ready for anyone to know about us.”

He snorts like I’m talking nonsense, tugging me closer to his sweaty body. “Yeah, fuck that noise. You’re mine.”

I beam up at him, feeling like my heart might actually burst. But all I manage to say in response is, “Okay.”

Stellar response, I know. But half an hour ago, I was convinced he wanted to keep our relationship private. Now, he’s kissing me in front of half the team. My mind is all over the place, but in a good way.

“Spending a whole game staring at you in my jersey but not able to touch you is hell on my cock, princess,” he rumbles, plucking at his number stretched across my tits.

“Oh, yeah?” I glance down at my jersey. “Maybe I should skip it next time.”

His eyes narrow to slits. “Maybe I should spank you for even suggesting it.”

I laugh, pressing my face up against his sweaty throat. And then I grimace and pull away. “You smell like you just played a hockey game, handsome.”

“You mean won a game. Get it right.”

“Yes, sir,” I say, rolling my eyes.

He yanks me into him, pressing his lips against my ear. “Call me sir like that again, princess, and see how fast I have you bent over, making you scream it.”

I groan quietly, pressing my legs together. “Can we skip to that part?”

“No can do.” He brushes his lips across my forehead. “We have shit to do once we’re finished here.”

“We do?” I eye him sideways. “Uh, what are we doing?”

“Going out.”

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