Page 94 of The Bad Boy Rule

FORTY-THREE

SAINT

“Saint… Don’t. You. Dare,” Lennon says as she skates backward one measured glide at a time, putting distance between us. “Imeanit!”

My smirk widens. “Mmm. Do you though?”

Of course she doesn’t.

Dropping my hockey stick, I take off toward her, chuckling when she screeches and skates away as fast as she can… which isn’t fast enough since I’m a foot taller and my legs are almost as long as her entire body.

So catching my Golden Girl isn’t much of a chase at all.

But motherfucker, I’d chase her across the goddamn world if I had to.

“I swear to God, Saint, if you tou—” Her threat is cut short when I grab her waist from behind, replaced by a squeal and a sweet little giggle that makes my dick hard. I pick her up and spin her around, unable to stop my own laugh when she tries her hardest to wiggle out of my hold.

Get real, baby.

I dip my head to her ear, my voice dropping low. “Didn’t I tell you what happens when you taunt me? Or… did youwantme to catch you?”

She turns her head to look up at me, drawing her plump lip between her teeth. “Maybe.”

My threat was to spank her ass, and clearly… not a threat at all.

“Oh shit,” she says, eyes going widen as she looks past me. “There’s someone over there.”

I loosen my hold long enough to turn to look, and in that single second, her bratty little ass elbows me in the stomach, obviously not hard enough to make a difference, but itdoescatch me by surprise. My arms drop, and she’s gone, her laughter echoing around the rink as she skates away, tossing me her pink-painted middle finger.

Yeah, she’s definitely getting her ass spanked, and I can’t fucking wait.

It’s been like this between us ever since the night I showed up at her house that night… The night that she gave me her virginity.

Something I don’t feel worthy of, but for her, I’ll try to be.

It just feels natural, easy with Lennon. Effortless. There’s no pressure or expectation.

We fuck, and we fight, and I chase her around the rink until she’s breathless.

At night, she’s got me watching stupid movies that bore me to tears, but it doesn’t matter anyway because it’s her I’m watching the entire time, drinking in the fact that she chooses to spend her time with a fuckup like me when she doesn’t have to.

And if I thought we couldn’t keep our hands off each other before that night, now it’s a whole new arena. That night unlocked something, something that neither of us has bothered to deny.

An unexpected connection that’s more than just physical.

I don’t understand it, and I don’t know what it means. I just know that I like who Lennon is, and not just when she’s dragging me into her apartment before I can even say hello.

I likeallof her.

In the past couple of weeks, I’ve realized that my Golden Girl isinsatiable.

It takes me all of twenty seconds to catch her for the second time, and she groans, breathless as she turns to face me, slipping her arms around my neck, her plump, pink lips in a pout. “Can’t you justletme win?”

“Do you know me at all? Not a chance in hell, baby. You think I’m going to give up the chance to turn your pretty little ass pink? Fuck no.” My phone buzzes in my pocket, and I know that it’s my alarm telling us that ice time is officially over. Guess we’ll have to pick up our cat-and-mouse game later.

She sighs when she realizes that it’s my alarm. “That went fast. Uh… what’s your plan for later?”

I smirk. “Gonna go home and check on my mom, make sure she’s good, then not sure. Maybe sleep. I’m exhausted, you know, from all of the work I’ve been putting in.”

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