Page 78 of She Wolf

“He’s not. He’s just bad at losing and you’re the best car-game-maker-upper I know. You look tired, didn’t you sleep at all?”

“I did, but I don’t know how much. I downloaded a new game on Knox’s phone, he said he’s going to get me past the level I was stuck on.”

I smile. “Well if he can’t do it, Jason will be able to for sure.”

“Will uncle Jason find out if he will be playing for the Wolves while we are at the beach?”

“Probably in the next week or so,” I hedge.

“Yes! We’ll all be together.”

“Jack we will, but if he stays with the Jets, we still have to be happy for him, okay?”

“Dude, the NHL is the NHL. We go where we are told, that’s just hockey,” Gunner adds.

“Okay. I’ll make sure I look excited no matter what. But can I ask you one thing?”

“Yes,” Gunner and I say at the same time.

“What if he plays for the Jets which is really far away, and I don’t get to see him?”

“I promise you,” Gunner says, “that I will get you to some of his games. You'll see him at the Garden a few times and if you’re on school break, I’ll fly you out to see him on the ice, okay? Let’s just all get through the trades and then camp, eh?”

“Yes! Deal!” Jack shouts with glee.

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When we’re alone later that night I bring up the promises that Gunner made to Jack in the car.

“Hey,” he kneels down in front of me and cups my face with his enormous, warm hands. “I would never tell him I could make something happen if I knew it wasn’t doable. I wouldn’t ever do that to him or you.”

“I know, I just…” Fiddling with the lace hem on my shorts I’m not even sure why I’m worried—Casey would get us there. Too many broken promises? Or maybe it’s the thought that Jason may be stuck all the way over in Winnipeg.

“I would do anything for you. For Jack too. If I can get the two of you to a game when you’re both off from school, I'll charter a jet okay? Or when he plays Jersey or Boston, he’ll play the Flyers, Washington, it’s all doable. Oh god, I’d even take you to the UBS Arena,” he shudders dramatically. “I’ll get you guys there. Okay?”

“Yes, thank you. And of course, I know that. I think I’m panicking as much as Jack, to be honest. In college when Casey played for Boston and Scott played for Penn, I hated it. Even if it was only one season’s worth of matchups. There are no draws in hockey, Gunner,” I say teasingly.

He smiles. “Fuckin too right. Draws are for pussies.”

“I’ll remember that the next time it goes to overtime.”

“It stings!” he hisses, holding onto his chest, being overly dramatic.

“Oh, come here I’ll make it better,” I say reaching for his face and pulling him into a slow kiss. Our tongues meet in languid strokes while his hands explore my body. He follows the lines of the straps on my lingerie and carefully slides them down my arms.

“Yeah, you will,” he breathes into my neck, and then I jump up off the bed.

In the boldest move I think I’ve ever made, I slide out of my panties and stand in front of him, completely bare. His eyes blaze a trail over my body and like a match to a flame, ignite a fire inside of me. Once he’s had his fill he shucks out of his boxers and beckons for me to join him on the bed.

Channeling all the brazen I can muster I climb back on the bed but facing the other way.

“Oh, fuck yes,” he growls and hoists me over his immaculate body, my head in the perfect position to drive Gunner crazy with my mouth and tongue. Although by the same token I’m in the perfect position to be driven out of my mind.

I’m prepared to do literally anything I can to make sure I give my man the best head of his life, even if his is the biggest, erm, package, I have ever seen and I’m way outta practice. The snicker that bubbles out of me is uncontrollable and I squash my face into his meaty thigh.

“Coralie, Jesus, what's so funny about my dick?”

“Nothing I just can’t believe how big you are compared to…” I trail off because this just got a whole lot weird.

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