Page 29 of Puck You Not

Parrish apparently saw what I did, but he didn’t seem to care.He brushed his lips over mine again.“Let them look.You’re mine, and they can all fuck off.”

Nine

Avalon

“I’ve seen nuns hustle faster than you guys.Get the lead out!Go go go!”

I wasn’t sure what the coach was yelling about.Players tore past me in a blur as the team raced from one side of the ice to the other, the sound of blades scraping across the ice loud in the empty stadium.It thrilled me.And I was riveted to the men doing cardio conditioning laps.They weren’t even running plays, but excitement vibrated through me as I watched the action on the other side of the glass.

Until that morning, I’d never been to a hockey game—or an ice rink, to be honest.That this wasn’t actually a Loggerheads game didn’t dull the experience.I couldn’t believe the speed with which these men moved.How they didn’t all die with the way their hockey sticks swung around in front of them stunned me.I would have tripped over the end of the thing and been stabbed by the handle inside of five minutes.

My eyes were glued to Parrish.He was a big man, powerful, but he looked so much bigger in all his gear, several inches taller on his blades.My superman on skates.He commanded the ice just as easily as he did my body, and I was complete putty in his hands.

Like last night.

After dinner atTarragon, we’d headed back to the house and gone directly to his room.We’d only run into one of his roommates on the way, so I still hadn’t met most of them, but yesterday, it was the last thing on either of our minds.

We’d barely cleared the door when Parrish had me on the bed, his big body looming over me as his stormy eyes met mine, igniting fires inside me.

“I want you,” he’d growled.

“Yes,” I’d agreed.I’d been ready since his accidental tackle.That aside, our kiss against his car had left me on edge.

I’d ripped at his shirt while he unfastened one more button on my blouse then yanked it and my cardigan up and over my head.Then we were chest-to-chest, save for my bra.His hands and mouth caressed everywhere they could touch while his hips wedged between my legs.

Even now, my thighs pressed together when I recalled how we’d moved together.

By the time his mouth returned to mine, I’d been ready to rip off the rest of our clothes and really feel him everywhere.

If only.

I frowned, my focus shifting back to the goalie who’d tackled some guy to the ice.I jumped to my feet, transfixed as Parrish and Porter tried to break it up and the coach yelled.

It was too much like the turn last night had taken, pandemonium erupting before Parrish and I could have sex—well, except for the extra people, obviously.

Just as Parrish had skimmed his hand to the button of my jeans, a fight had broken out in the house.And escalated.When we’d heard something shatter, Parrish had sworn profusely and climbed off the bed.After a quick, hard kiss that left me breathless and wanting, he’d stormed away to deal with the brawl.

Meanwhile, Nash had called me all freaked out because Porter had asked him to be gay for the night this weekend.My friend was worried his roommate would discover his secret and the subsequent crush he’d been harboring.

I’d spent over an hour talking him through it.By the time we ended the call, the yelling hadn’t subsided in the other part of the house.

I waited.

I scrolled on my phone.

I got ready for bed.

Still, no Parrish.

By the time he’d finished mediating, and they’d apparently had a house meeting, too, I was asleep.I had no idea when he’d slipped into bed, but he didn’t wake me until this morning, and that was only because he’d promised I could come watch practice.To my extreme crankiness, there’d been no time for more than a couple kisses.

No lie, I was bitter.

The morning kiss wasnotenough, even if it had made my toes curl and my entire body ache with need.I wanted him.I wanted tofeelhim over me.In me.

With our schedules, there was no prayer of us hooking up until tonight, though.We both had classes, and I had my shift at the library.After that, I was meeting up with Nash while Parrish had practice—though why the team was having a second practice today, I didn’t know.He’d said something about it being just watching film, whatever that meant.

A tap on the glass in front of me startled me, and I jumped, realizing I’d been zoned out as I’d thought about last night.Parrish smiled at me from the other side of the barrier.Both his hands, one wrapped around his hockey stick, rested on the glass while he gave me the lopsided grin I loved, his eyes heating me up.

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