Page 10 of Breakaway

“Yes,” I sighed as Dax pulled me up, resting on his knees.

“Yes?” he asked, smoothing my hair back.

“To anything you ask,” I said, making him chuckle.

“Ah, I’ve brainwashed you with my cum, have I?”

“It’s called a cum-oma, Dax,” I slurred, giggling.

“Sure thing, Petal.”

He laughed with me as we rested there. Eventually, we got up and cleaned ourselves, along with the mats and mirror.

No way would I be able to make it through a class now without thinking about our extra workout. The smirk on Dax’s face told me that had been part of his plan all along. The damn man was too good with his tongue for me to retaliate, and he knew it.

CHAPTER FOUR

Henley

Waking up early on a Saturday morning had become too familiar for my liking. At least this week we weren’t traveling anywhere like we had been the past three. The fact we’d been here over a month smacked me in the face. Where had the time gone?

Oh, that’s right. I’d been fighting an obsessive ex-boyfriend, a deluded mother, and a secret hockey society, on top of a new career, misogynistic bullies, and three boyfriends.

Yeah, no wonder I was exhausted.

Yawning, I pulled the oversized travel mug to my lips to take a drink of the coffee. It was the only thing giving me life right now as I smiled at students and their parents.

Today was the open house for hockey players interested in joining us mid-season. Dmitry had been recruiting kids from all over the globe and invited them here to meet the team and show off their skills in a tryout.

He’d just forgotten to tell me about it until Thursday morning. Come to think of it, maybe that had been what tipped me over the edge in my anger frenzy. At least that had faded—the power of orgasms.

“Anyone look promising?” Fletcher asked as he took the seat next to me. I nodded, taking another sip.

“Yeah. There are a few that would be good additions to both teams. We’ve divided them with some volunteer players, and they’ll scrimmage later. Susie and Reed volunteered to oversee it, and then tomorrow we’ll have interviews with anyone they’ve passed through.”

“If I remember the rest of the itinerary correctly, then you have some free time?” Fletcher asked, hope in his eyes.

They practically twinkled under the lights of the arena. I didn’t know what he was up to, but it made me curious. I hadn’t seen him this animated since he’d shared everything with us. We’d all been walking on eggshells this week, wanting to get through one without a crisis. But in doing so, we’d all clammed up.

At least there hadn’t been any crises yet. We’d won both games this week, and the team looked better than ever. Checking my watch, I nodded.

“Yep, I don’t have the scrimmage until this afternoon. What did you have in mind? I don’t think we can get away with visiting the medical room.”

Fletcher’s eyes heated at the mention of our liaison in the secret room, his smile turning into more of a smolder as he peered at me. I’d meant it as a jest, but now I was seriously reconsidering.

“We’ll have to revisit our secret room later, Baby Shaw.” His voice was low and sultry, sending desire racing. “Right now, I’d like you to have lunch with me. I have a proposition for you.”

I lifted my eyebrow. “You better not be asking me to marry you in a restaurant. I expect something private and romantic, and the other two better be there, too.”

Fletcher froze, spluttering as he tried to regain his composure. Giggling, I finished the last of my coffee as he blinked.

“That was a joke. And of course, I’ll have lunch with you. Where we going?” I asked as I headed toward the corridor. Fletcher was frozen by the boards, apparently still in shock. Something in his posture shifted; a look of determination fell over him as he turned and marched toward me with a purpose.

Now it was my time to gulp.

He leaned down, brushing my hair back as he got close to my ear.

“Duly noted, Baby Shaw. Now that I know marriage is on the table, I will knock your socks off with a proposal.”

---