Page 87 of Behind the Net

I want to go out and have fun. I want to meet new friends and have new experiences. For two years, I followed Zach around on tour, working my ass off, and before that, I followed him to university. All my friends were actuallyhisfriends.

Besides, beneath his cocky bravado, Rory wants to be friends with Jamie again. He just doesn’t know how, other than getting on Jamie’s nerves.

“That’s what you’re wearing?” His nostrils flare and his deep green eyes flash.

I glance down at my wool mini skirt and band t-shirt from a show Hazel and I saw a few summers ago. Over the t-shirt, my open knit sweater nearly reaches the hem of my skirt. “What’s wrong with this?”

He glowers at my legs, arms crossed. “You’re going to be cold.”

A shiver runs down my spine at his bossy tone and I turn away, checking the time on my phone to hide my flush. Rory will be here any minute.

“I’m wearing boots.” I pull them out of the closet and step into them.

I love these boots, and I don’t wear them enough. They go all the way up to my thighs and make my legs look amazing.

When I turn, Jamie’s eyes are on the slit of bare skin between the boots and my skirt, and his jaw is razor sharp with tension.

“Jamie,” I sigh, laughing a little. “Rory and I are just friends. You’re just mad because he scored a goal on you the other night.”

Daggers shoot from his eyes, and I can practically feel the prickle of his gaze on my thighs. “When he sees that skirt, he won’t want to befriends.” He lifts his gaze, and his eyes flash with frustration. “What if there are photos?” he bites out. “We told everyone at the wrap party that we were together.”

“No one’s going to take photos of us. We’re going to this really dim secret bar on Main Street that has amazing cocktails. People in that neighborhood are too cool to take pictures of a hockey player.”

My phone buzzes on the table, andFront Doorflashes across the screen. I buzz Rory up and set the phone down.

I turn and bump into Jamie, and my hands come to his chest to steady myself. When I meet his gaze, my pulse lurches.

His eyes are wild.

“What’s going on?” I ask, searching his dark eyes as he glances at the door and then back to me.

His mouth crashes into mine. I groan against him as his tongue slides between my lips, stroking me. He walks me backward until I bump up against the wall, and his hips pin mine.

My eyes go wide, seeing nothing. All I can feel is him pressing into my stomach, fully hard. My pussy aches, and I let out a soft moan.

“We agreed not to.” My words are a regretful whisper against his lips, and he breaks the kiss, resting his forehead on mine, breathing hard.

“I don’t care.”

Honestly? Me neither. I can’t remember why we even agreed not to do this. It’s too good.

His mouth drops back to mine and he kisses me so hard I’ll bruise. I’m lost in his kiss, the feel of his mouth taking mine, his hands on me and my hands in his hair. When I give his hair a soft tug, the resulting groan that rips out of his throat sends a thrill between my legs, and I can feel wetness pooling in my panties.

Oh god. Jamie is mouth-fucking me moments before Rory shows up, and I don’t even care. I can’t stop.

“I can’t stop thinking about this,” Jamie grits out, just as angry as before, but the heat in his eyes makes my core clench up with need.

He wants me so badly. All I can do is nod.

“Tell me to stop, Pippa,” he says against my mouth.

I moan as he sucks my tongue. No freaking way.

A knock on the door beside us makes me jump, and his arm shifts to rest on the wall above my head, caging me in. My nerves are rippling with excitement.

“That’s Rory,” I whisper.

Jamie’s free hand comes to my neck, gently holding me in place.

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