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Slowly, he pulls away, watching as I lick my lips.
“Fucking hell, Willow. You’re way too good at that.”
“I–”
“Mention any other man right now and I fuck that pretty little throat again,” Jayden says, his words primal.
My core heats, legs clenching. I shouldn’t, but I love his jealousy. It makes me feel needed and important. Two things I struggle with when it comes to intimacy.
I’m so fucked.
Chapter 20
Willow Rogers
Sweat drips down my forehead as I race across the ice. The game is down to the last period, both teams at three goals each. I’ve returned to the ice after a short stint on the bench.
It was for the best since my ex-teammates have been giving me shit all game, meaning angry Willow was on the verge of making an appearance.
There is no way I’m letting my old team get the better of me. Those assholes gave me hell for fucking years, now it’s my turn to return the favour.
Toby deflects the puck, sending it towards the boards. I race after it, but I’m not the only one, a Nevada player hot on my heels.
I get to the puck first, quickly gliding towards our goal. Aiden appears in my peripheral vision, and turning my body would provide a straight shot to him.
“Aiden,” I yell.
I pass to him, but in an instant, I slam into the boards. Sharp pain shoots through my muscles, and a shiver runs over my body from the ice. My back, specifically my shoulders aching.
Hissing, I try to get to my feet. “Fuck." I collide with the ice again.
My old teammate and ex-boyfriend, Kyle Woods, is standing over me. With boiling blood, I clench my fists. Every part of me wants to slam my knuckles into his nose with the hope of breaking it and drawing blood.
Jayden beats me to it. He skates over, not wasting a minute, ramming his body into Kyle. “Touch her again and you won’t get back on the fucking ice,” Jay sneers at the man below him.
My heart races at Jayden’s words. No one has ever come to my defence when shit like this happens. It ignites butterflies in my stomach that I don’t want. I inhale, pushing these thoughts away.
Kyle jumps up, slamming his body into Jayden. "Fucking my sloppy seconds, Allen."
The sneer in his voice has my stomach churning and bile rising in my throat. Jayden doesn't think. His knuckles smash into Kyle's pale cheek. I'm on my feet in an instant, but the action has me clutching my right shoulder. The sharp pain turning to a throb.
Aiden and Trent have come to Jayden's side, reluctantly pulling him off Kyle. The referee intervenes next, sending both of them to the penalty box.
Aiden skates toward me. “This is fucking good.”
My nostrils flare. “I know.”
He glances at my shoulder, raising his brows. "You good?"
"Yes," I grit, rolling my shoulder. I suck in a breath when I feel a pinch.
I can't go off. Not right now.
We resume our positions but unfortunately, Jayden being forced off the ice for five minutes is only the beginning.
We fumble passes and make stupid decisions, even when Jayden returns to the ice, everything is a fucking mess. Our coaches are yelling from the bench, the clock looms like a ghost, the time to claw our way back into the game disappearing.
Cooper’s voice startles me–it’s angry and rough. I search the ice for him and find him, not before Coops is punching Kyle. Turns out the guy didn't learn his lesson. All of us jump in to help Cooper, trying to pull him away from the fight. But he doesn't stop, landing multiple punches.
