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April 29 - April 30, 2024
It’s then that a blonde on the other side of the arena catches my eye. Possibly it’s because she’s one of the few women not looking my way.
“You want a puck?” I ask, knowing full well it might look or sound like I asked her something else. I’d also be down for that.
“If you don’t want to keep it, you could write your number on it and throw it back,”
And he’s clearly not the guy for her. If she were mine, I’d never take my eyes off her.
“It’s okay, Nurse Bridget. You have all night to make it up to me.”
“With good reason. I met a ten. You don’t shake off a ten that easily.”
If she’s a ten, then every other girl I’ve ever called a ten was really a six. I’m going to have to redo my entire scale. Zero to Bridget.
My girl has her head bowed over a book, wearing a pair of cute glasses. Sexy nurse meets sexy librarian. That’s a fantasy mash-up I never saw coming.
“Ex-boyfriend.” Hannah’s big grin matches mine. Giddiness I haven’t felt since I was a kid spreads through me. They broke up. Hell yeah. Best news I’ve had all day.
We both know I could make time for dating if that was the real issue. He manages, and I know his schedule must be insane. Then again, everyone Ash dates probably lets him dictate everything from when and where they go out to how often they have sex. Which I bet is a lot, as cocky as this man is. And now I’m thinking about having sex with him. Dammit. Why can’t I keep my thoughts out of the gutter?
“How do you know he didn’t break up with me?” He scoffs. “Nobody is that stupid.”
“It’s not a date. I’m just letting you buy me coffee to make up for being the worst patient ever.”
Leo is telling us about how Callum projectile vomited on Scarlett’s dad (also our coach) last night after the game and Coach had to go into the media room smelling like baby puke.
“Did you always want to be a hockey player?” “Not always. For a while I wanted to be a firefighter.”
God, what is it about him? Bantering with him feels like foreplay.
“I think what you said was ‘Wanna puck?’” He rubs the back of his neck with one hand. “Yeah, not my best opening line.”
Everly Sharing Bridget’s number with you. She knows I’m giving it to you, but don’t make me regret it. She seems pretty shook up. Is her douche ex really the new assistant GM?
I’m not sure I believe her, but what am I going to do? Demand she lay her wounds out for me? We barely know each other. It should be said, I want her to. I really do. I’d hold them with the care they deserve. But that’s not the kind of shit you say to a girl you’re most definitely not pursuing.
“You’re the oldest twenty-five-year-old I know,” Ev teases him. “I should have invited Piper to come out with us.”
“We didn’t dance like this,” I say, a little breathless. Do not fall for this man. Do not fall for this man. “No?” I shake my head. “Their loss.”
“Good and tequila don’t belong in the same sentence.”
“I don’t know how you took that so easily.” “Lots of practice,”
We’re breathing each other in and it’s fucking intoxicating. “Something more like this then?” I bring a hand to the back of her head as I crash my lips back down on hers.
“To me, yeah, but I see how girls are around him.” She pulls on my arm to make me sit up. “Tell me what’s really worrying you. Do you not like him? Are you going to break his heart? Am I going to have to kick your ass?” “Me break his heart? You’re not serious. He’s…Ash Kelly.” “He’s just a stinky boy who happens to play hockey really well.”
Bridget, I owe you a drink. – Ash I’m certain I’m blushing as I move to open the box. Inside are four small bottles of vodka, triple sec, simple syrup, and fresh lemon juice. Each one has a little red bow on top. Laughter bubbles up inside me. He got me the ingredients for lemon drops.
For the past three days, Ash and I have been texting basically nonstop. I’ve learned that he loves all sports movies, TV shows, and documentaries (no big surprise there) and that he prefers salty food over sweet. He hasn’t cut his hair in two years but he’s thinking about it after the season is over. He has a house on Lake Laurie and that’s where he spends all summer. And his last relationship was more than a year ago and it ended because ‘they wanted different things.’ I didn’t push too hard on that last one. Does that mean she wanted it to be serious and he didn’t? It fits with everything I
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The best kiss I ever had was with this smoking hot girl I met at work. Yep. Yep. That’s jealousy making the sugar cookie turn bitter in my mouth. Me Wow. At work? Scandalous. I guess mine was probably this guy I dated briefly my freshman year of college. Ash Jesus, woman. I meant you. I met you at work. Brb, gonna go jump off a cliff.
“Fucking hell,” he mutters, stopping in front of me. He slowly brings his stare up to my face. “My heart just stopped for a second. I forgot how gorgeous you are. Damn, it’s good to see you.”
“When we were texting over break, I kept trying to picture you sitting around at home doing normal things and couldn’t.” “Well, I don’t do normal things. I do awesome things.”
“Yeah. I can’t go another day without seeing you either.”
“What about you?” “I’m gonna crash early. Game tomorrow. But if you want to send me some sexy, drunk texts later I won’t be mad about it.” “I’ll see what I can do.”
Never in a million years did I expect him to take me to watch four and five-year-old kids play hockey, but it is somehow still so him.
“You’re so fucking beautiful and I’ve had to watch you talk to every other guy in the bar while I kept my distance. I hate it.”
“Did you really think I’d rather be here than at my place fucking you?” “Ummm….Yeah, kind of. You won. You should celebrate with your teammates.” “I love my teammates, truly, but the only thing I want to do for the rest of the night is listen to you scream my name over and over again.”
“I want you to be mine, Bridge,”
“Nice ride. Screwing a professional hockey player has its perks.”
Her lip trembles. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have gone there. He saw the SUV. He knows that we’re seeing each other.” “Listen to me, Bridget. You have nothing to apologize for. Can you tell me what happened?” “Not much. I saw him, he said some terrible things about me and you, and then said that he’d ruin you unless I had sex with him,” she whispers. “And then I dropped my coffee on him and got away.” Ruin me? That’ll be hard to do with two broken legs and a smashed jaw.
“Don’t worry, I’m not interested in keeping her now that she’s fucked her way around the city, but one last time oughta scratch the itch. She might be a slut, but she sucks cock like a champ.”
“Hockey wives are much scarier and far more creative with doling out pain and punishment.”
“I love this team. A few months ago, I would have said I loved it more than anything, but now… I love her more. I can’t ask her to have a future with me when it means she has to see that prick. And with me gone, maybe you guys can get back to focusing on hockey.”
I don’t know what the future has in store, but today it’s me and Bridget against the world. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
“Why aren’t you naked and on top of me yet?” “I can’t find my favorite sleep shirt,” I say as I rummage through my bag. “There are no clothes required for this ride,” he says with a cocky smirk.
“My best kiss…you. And my favorite celebrity crush is…also you.”
Ash, Leo, Jack, Meredith, and now Jim…they all believed me, even if they didn’t know it was me, and because of that, he’s really gone.
The next few days go by in a blur of meetings and phone calls. Gabe is gone, I signed a new contract with the Wildcats, and Bridget and I are no longer discreet, aka we’re kissing anywhere and everywhere.
“I Wanna Puck #53!”
“Is that a request for a souvenir or did you just proposition me at work?” I point to the sign. “Everly dared me.” Her friend waves from their seats a section up. I flip the puck up with my stick and catch it. “I’ll puck you any time, babe.”
“Have fun you two.” She whispers as she walks past me, “I predict that dress is off in under five minutes.” I grab my coat off the hook and shrug it on. “I am going to have a very hard time being a gentleman,” he says, running a hand over his jaw. “My girlfriend is the hottest woman alive. Or dead. You’re the hottest woman to ever exist.”
“My girlfriend doesn’t like to share,”
“Always showing off for the ladies.” “Nah, just for you now, babe.”
