Page 24 of Puck Happens

“Mouth, babe. I want your mouth.”

I wrapped a hand around the back of her head, my fingers sinking into her blonde silky hair. I tugged on it until she was forced to crane her neck back and then her mouth was offered up, so I took it.

It could have been minutes, or hours, or days for all I knew. I only knew I didn’t want it to end. I wanted to kiss her all night. Taste her all night. She did a full body squirm in my arms and shit got real.

I was hard and primed and we needed to get serious about a location or I was going to lose my shit and fuck Liv in the middle of the park in downtown Calico Cove.

“Uh, hello. ‘Scuse me. Yeah, uh Dillon, I hate to break up what you’re doing there, buddy, but I sort of have to remind you about public decency laws.”

Liv broke away from our kiss and we realized a police car had pulled up next to where we were making out on the sidewalk.

“Go away, Bobby,” I growled.

“Yeah, I can’t do that. But maybe you two could… I don’t know…go somewhere a little more private.”

“Wow, the police in this town are so strict,” Liv said with a smile, and she dropped her legs from around my waist. I had no choice but to let her go.

“I think I hate you right now, Bobby.” I glared at him with my fiercest scowl. The asshole had the nerve to smile.

“Sorry, Dillon. I get it. But you’ll thank me.”

“I don’t think so.”

“Well, when tomorrow’s headlines don’t say New England Bruisers captain and star center forward Dillon Le Coeur caught having sex in the middle of Calico Cove– you’ll know it’s because of me. Have a nice night and go Bruisers!”

Oh shit.

Bobby hit the gas and pulled away from us and I was left frustrated, rock hard, and standing in the lie I’d been telling.

“What did he mean?” Liv asked, taking a step away from me. Her lips were swollen but her eyes were narrowed. “He called you Dillon Le Coeur.”

“Hey, I was going to tell you tonight. I just forgot with… everything.”

She took another step back. “Tell me what?”

“My last name isn’t Heart. Well it is, but you know, in French. Heart’s my hockey nickname.”

“Your hockey nickname.”

I rubbed my hand over my face, felt the scruff of hair on my cheeks and wondered if it had bothered her soft skin.

“Listen, don’t freak out. But I don’t play in a local hockey league. Unless you consider the New England Bruisers a local hockey league.”

“The New England…”

“Bruisers.”

“No. No, no, no, no.” Horrified, she put her hand up over her mouth, like she wanted to wipe the kiss off her mouth.

Not an awesome reaction.

“I know. You’re mad I didn’t tell you, and I get it. But I have a lot of women who come on to me just because of what I am, instead of who I am. You didn’t have a clue I was a professional hockey player and I…I liked that.”

“I need to go. Right now.” She was still backing away from me.

“Liv, come on. You know we have something. Let’s talk this out.” I reached for her and she flinched away.

Flinched.

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