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  I wanted to say I was one of those really great coaches that left everything at the door and taught my kids, but unfortunately I couldn’t say that. I coached to the best of my abilities, but my mind kept going back to where the hell my card could be. I was completely panicking. Between each session, I texted Lizzy, but she hadn’t found it. It was driving me up a wall because I couldn’t figure out where the hell it could be. I stuck it in my pants after I paid last night. I didn’t even transfer it to my wallet when I got home. I just went to bed after throwing my clothes everywhere. Lizzy had said she had searched my room, but no luck, which meant I was screwed.

  On top of that, there was still another problem—my rattling loins. Yes, I said my rattling loins. Too many romance novels had ruined me. But my life was not a romance novel. If anything, it was a biography of all the dumb shit I had done in my life. Wanting to sleep with Gus Persson took up half the book. I mean, what was I even thinking? It went against everything I wanted! It went against everything I’d said! I would basically be the person he said I was if I went through with it.

  But I couldn’t shake the yearning I had for him.

  It had to be voodoo. I swear I was fine before he opened his mouth. Before he touched me and looked at me with those sinful eyes. Before his lips moved along my cheek and my lips. I was just dandy before, but now, all I could think about was him, and I swear I could still feel his lips on mine. That was absurd! It didn’t make any sense. He wasn’t worth my time!

  Yet, I just wanted five minutes.

  A quick, wonderful orgasm, and I’d be done.

  That’s all I wanted.

  But first, I had to get through another lesson. Thankfully, my student’s mom was cool cutting the session short, and I promised to make it up to her. I was good for it. Or at least I hoped she knew that. Once I was paid and had hugged my student, Lily, tightly, I rushed off the ice and was almost to the instructor room when I heard my name.

  Or, better yet, my legal name.

  “Hey! Yo, Bocephus.”

  My face scrunched up as I slowly looked over my shoulder, seeing the star of all my wet dreams strolling down the hall like he had no cares in the world. He looked absolutely stunning in a pair of athletic shorts and a loose tee, his hat backward with sunglasses on them. He had shaved, and he looked all clean and sexy. I bet he smelled fantastic, but that didn’t matter.

  Because I was not happy to see him.

  Narrowing my eyes, I crossed my arms before leaning into the tip of my skate. “What are you doing here?”

  He shrugged, such a careless motion that he somehow made sexy. “I had practice.”

  “Oh.”

  “And I’m pretty sure I have something of yours.”

  My brows came in. “I highly doubt that.”

  Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a card, and when he held it up, I realized it was mine. I almost came out of my skates rushing to snatch it from his hands. “My card!”

  I looked up, glaring. This son of a bitch stole my card! But he didn’t look guilty. Instead, he was smiling as he said, “Yeah, I went to get my beer and saw it on the floor. I went outside to give it back to you, but I guess you had already left. When I went to give it to one of your friends, I wasn’t sure if I could trust them, so I just kept it. Figured I’d see ya.”

  My face twisted in confusion. “What if you didn’t see me today?”

  He never stopped grinning. “Oh, I knew I would.”

  “How?”

  Smugly, he leaned in, his eyes in line with mine as he whispered, “’Cause I wasn’t going to stop until I found you.”

  I took in a quick breath and got lost in his gaze. I was supposed to hate this man. He was everything that had gotten me in trouble before. I knew what this kind of guy did to me. I knew the pain, the heartache, and the pure rejection, yet I had every desire to close the distance and press my lips to that lush mouth of his. I was insane, that was all there was to it. His gaze burned into mine as he took a step forward. Our bodies were so close, but then it felt like they were so far apart.

  Jesus, what was wrong with me?

  I swallowed hard. Breathless, I just stared at him, and then, without warning, I was hit with the memory of the dream from the night before. The vision of his lips pressing into mine fueled an erotic and molten-hot fantasy. I could feel his lips everywhere. My breasts, my stomach, my thighs, my pussy—everywhere—and looking at him right then, it was like experiencing it all over again. It made no damn sense. I almost didn’t even know who I was, but just then I didn’t care.

  I just wanted to kiss him.

  So I did.

  Chapter Nine

  Gus

  Her lips were on mine without any warning whatsoever.

  Not that I was complaining, but one thing was for sure, I would find anything of hers for this. Because her kiss was fucking hot and then some. Her lips were so plush and sweet. Unlike the night before, she was kissing me. She held my face in her hands as she deepened the kiss, her tongue swirling inside my mouth, and hell, I was breathless.

  Fucking breathless.

  No longer stunned, I reached for her, bringing her in close as our tongues moved together and our mouths nipped at each other. I thought seeing her on the ice in those tight pants as she skated had me on edge, but nothing compared to what I was feeling at that moment. Within seconds, I was harder than a goal post. I cradled her neck with one hand and gripped her lower back with the other, pulling her breasts into my chest. God, she felt so fucking good. She smelled good too, and the taste of her sweet lips hadn’t left my mind since the night before.

  But now, this was different. Her kisses turned urgent, her fingers digging into my cheeks as I kissed back with just as much need. I hadn’t expected this to go down. I was convinced she’d make me work hard for this, but I was, thankfully, very fucking wrong.

  Or so I thought.

  Pulling back, gasping for breath, she looked up at me. “Oh. Oh. God.”

  “Oh. Oh. Yeah,” I moaned before picking her up a bit, her lips crashing into mine. No doubt she was struggling with this. She didn’t want to like me. I knew she didn’t, but I didn’t care. I wanted her.

  And I wanted her fucking now.

  I fully expected her to stop me when I lifted her off the ground, but to my surprise she wrapped her legs around my waist. That was all I needed. I started walking, unsure where to go, but I was going somewhere, even if it was behind the Zamboni. I didn’t care. I was going to have her, and I was going to have her at that fucking moment. Pulling away, she pointed to a door.

  “Here.”

  “Thank God,” I growled against her jaw before pushing the door open and then shutting it with the weight of our bodies. Carefully, I put her to her skates as she pulled at my shirt, running her cold hands down the front of my chest. Hissing out a breath, I reached for her shirt, pulling it up and burying my face in her breasts as she cried out, arching up into me. She moved her fingers into my scalp, knocking my hat and glasses to the ground. Pulling her bra down, I took her nipple in my mouth, sucking and swirling my tongue against the hard pebble as she hissed out a breath. She leaned into me. Moving to the other breast, I took that nipple, sucking and kneading her with my hands as she arched into the door, sweet sounds falling from those naughty lips.

  But I needed more.

  Sliding my hand down the front of her tights, I cupped her slick and burning-hot pussy. She was pulsating, so hot between her legs. Everything inside me was wrung tight. She cried out, gasping, and then our gazes locked. I lost my breath at her beauty. Her red hair was falling out of the topknot. Her blue eyes were as dark as a thunderstorm back home. Red splotches covered her cheeks and her chin. This close I could see the freckles I had missed last night. They were everywhere, dusting her cheeks, her neck, and down the middle of her chest. I wanted to trace the spots with my tongue, get lost for hours doing only that. She was gorgeous, but when my fingers slid between her slick lips, my eyes fell shut and she
wasn’t the only one groaning.

  To say I had been craving her was a fucking understatement. Wanting her from afar was one thing, but feeling her, touching her, and then arguing with her did nothing but make me crazy with hunger for her. I continued teasing the opening of her pussy. I was shaking so fucking hard, everything was moving, and with each pound of my heart, I swear my eyes were shaking.

  “One time. Done,” she muttered as I nibbled on her neck. “This won’t happen again.”

  I was so lost I couldn’t answer.

  Taking her mouth with mine, I slid my fingers up her pussy to her clit, and with just one touch, she cried out against my mouth. Catching her moans, I continued to swirl the tip of my fingers along her. Wanting to give her a release. Wanting her to come all over my fingers. I wanted so desperately to hear her cry out, to savor my name falling off her lips. With each stroke, she jerked, her body moving with the motion. We should have probably taken off her skates, but neither of us had time for that.

  No, and come to think of it, I needed her in my mouth.

  I withdrew my hand, and she whimpered as I pulled her tights as far down as I could get them before I buried my face between the crux of her thighs. Her moans were loud and demanding as I slid my tongue up her. I swear she tasted sweeter than I could ever imagine. Opening her up, I flicked my tongue along her clit while she scraped my scalp with her fingertips. I wouldn’t let up. I wanted her to come so fucking bad. I wanted to hear it, I wanted to feel it, and damn it, I wanted to taste it.

  I hadn’t realized I wanted her so bad, but man, did I.

  It only took a few more flicks before she was coming off the door, screaming out as she jerked against my mouth. When she screamed again, I sucked her clit into my mouth, and she cried out until I saw her bite her arm. I couldn’t help it… I chuckled. Sitting back on my haunches, I pulled out my wallet and grabbed a condom.

  “Oh. Oh. Shit.”

  “Oh, I’m nowhere near done,” I informed her, sliding the condom down my thick shaft before standing up and taking her legs in my arms. She cried out a bit when I pushed her knees into my chest, her skates coming dangerously close to my cock. “Whoa, let’s move those.”

  As she held her feet to my sides, she cried out again.

  “Are you okay?” I asked.

  “I think I twisted my ankle.”

  “I made you come so hard, you twisted your ankle?”

  “I hate you.”

  I laughed. “Are you okay?”

  “It hurts,” she complained, her face so red and so sexy that all I could do was grin.

  “Want me to make it go away?”

  She met my gaze, her eyes storm clouds as she slowly nodded. “Yes.”

  That was all I needed before I pushed up, my cock filling her as my hands bit into her hips. Her head fell back, her eyes falling shut as she gasped out, yet she still hadn’t said my name. I wanted that so bad. More than I’d realized I did. Pressing my body into her knees, I slammed up into her, thrusting with more meaning each time, wanting my name to fall from those naughty lips of hers. But with each thrust, I noticed she grimaced a bit. I was all for having sex, but usually I liked the girl to enjoy it.

  Pausing, I took in a deep breath as her gaze met mine. “Are you okay?”

  “It really hurts.”

  “I mean, I am big—” I started, but she cut me off.

  “No, my ankle. Like seriously.”

  But neither of us moved. “So I should stop?”

  She glared. “Yeah.”

  “Really?”

  “Yes, maybe I strained a tendon or something. It really fucking hurts.”

  I pulled out reluctantly. When her feet hit the ground and she cried out, I got concerned. “Can you put pressure on it?”

  She shook her head, tears gathering in her eyes. “Can you help me to the—” Before she could finish, though, I lifted her and took her to the bench. I sat her down and put my cock in my pants. Then I bent down to untie her skate, but before I could get the skate fully off, I could see the swelling.

  Not good.

  Chapter Ten

  Gus

  I hadn’t been in the ER for anyone but myself, so it was kind of cool to be the one beside the gurney. I looked over at the patient, whose face was beet red with a scowl furrowing her brow, and smiled. “So this is fun.”

  She glared over at me. Her hair was a mess, and she had marks on her neck from where I had sucked her too hard. Her bum ankle, which I was a hundred percent sure was sprained, was up on pillows, and she looked mighty cute in her little hospital gown. But even being adorable and hot, she was pissed. Apparently she was missing school, and that was not okay. Throwing her hands up, she yelled, “How in the world is waiting two hours for someone to come get me for an X-ray fun? I told you not to come.”

  “You did. I came anyway.” I thought after having her in my mouth she would be less hostile.

  I was wrong.

  “I don’t even know why. What do you think? You’ll get some ass for bringing me here? I don’t care that you carried me and asked a billion times if I was okay! It doesn’t mean anything! Also, it doesn’t matter that you didn’t finish, because you aren’t getting any. Ever again.”

  Wrinkling my nose, I shook my head. “I never once mentioned anything about finishing. I’m mostly worried about your ankle.”

  She paused and then pressed her lips together. “That you probably broke,” she snapped.

  I shrugged. “I mean, I knew I was good with my mouth, but I don’t take pride in breaking ankles during the act.”

  She looked away, and I could almost see steam coming out of her ears.

  “I would never intentionally hurt you.”

  “I don’t care.”

  “Okay,” I said simply, leaning back in my chair. Her lips were in a little pout and her eyes full of fire as she looked down at her ankle, almost cursing it. “So you’re missing school?”

  She exhaled hard, the frustration all over her face. “Yes.”

  “What are you going to school for?”

  She looked over at me, and if looks could kill… “Why does it matter?”

  “Just making conversation. We’ve been sitting for a while in silence or with you yelling at someone, so I thought we’d kill some time.”

  She exhaled hard, looking away as she crossed her arms. “Physical therapy.”

  I nodded. “Cool. Do you like it?”

  She shrugged. “It’s fine.”

  “But?”

  She was annoyed, I could see that. But I wanted to know.

  “It’s not what I wanted. I wanted to be a doctor.”

  I nodded, impressed. “Why didn’t you do that instead?”

  “I lost my scholarship,” she said softly. “There was no way I could go into that kind of debt, and my parents couldn’t afford it. Not everyone has the silver spoon from Mommy and Daddy.”

  Her eyes cut to me, and I shrugged. “Isn’t my fault my parents have money.”

  “And you have no problems reaping the benefits either.”

  I looked away. “Who says I do?” When I looked over at her, our gazes locked. “I haven’t used a lick of my parents’ money since I signed my contract with the Tornadoes. Yeah, that’s only been a little over six months, but I haven’t.”

  She looked away, inhaling hard before letting it out slowly through her nose. I watched as she uncrossed her arms and twisted her fingers together. She seemed uncomfortable, and I sorta liked that look on her. Swallowing hard, she looked back at me, but just as her lips began to move, the curtain opened.

  “Hey! I’m Angie! Here to take you for your X-ray!”

  I looked away from her as Bo nodded. “Great.”

  “Okay, can you walk?”

  Bo shook her head. “Not really.”

  “Oh,” Angie said.

  I reached to help Bo stand, but before I could touch her, she held a hand up. “What are you doing?”

  “I’m going to pick you up
and put you in the wheelchair Angie forgot.”

  Angie then disappeared.

  Bo looked up at me. “Why?” she asked.

  “Because I don’t want you to hurt yourself even more trying to get in the chair, and Angie can’t lift you.”

  Without her permission, I lifted her with ease. For a thick chick, she was light to me, and I liked that. Instantly, my mind traveled back to the rink, to when I carried her in that room and took what I wanted.

  Well, that is until she snapped her ankle.

  Which sucked.

  She wrapped her hands around my neck, and I smiled at her.

  “This means nothing,” she said. Her words were sharp, but there was something in her tone that let me know she remembered what we’d just shared at the rink.

  “Of course not,” I answered as I slowly put her down in the chair that Angie brought.

  “Your boyfriend—”

  “He is not my boyfriend,” Bo corrected.

  “Friend—”

  “Nope. Acquaintance,” she said.

  I grinned. “Hey, at least I’m something.”

  She did not like that, and poor Angie looked confused as she rolled Bo away. She sure was cute, which was probably why I took her abuse. Though, once I got her to let go of all her hostility, I thought we’d get along really well. I sat down in my seat with a smile as I pulled my phone out, scrolling through Facebook. When a message came through from Max, my brow rose.

  Max: Dude, where are you?

  Looking at the time, I cursed.

  Gus: Shit. Sorry, dude. I’m not going to make it.

  Max: But I can’t watch Survivor without you!

  Gus: Yeah, don’t you dare. I’ll be pissed, but I’m still up at the hospital with Bo.

  Max: Who the hell is Bo?

  Gus: Hot redhead.

  Max: That blew you off?

  Gus: That’s her. We’re cool now.

  Max: lol So you think. She’ll probably kill you by the end of the night.

 

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