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I like Everly more than I like the average person, but at this moment I can’t remember why.
“We’re not in the same room. I’m outside. He’s inside. I’m too far away to see him glaring at me, and he’s out of throwing distance. Safety first.”
Jack’s father. I didn’t even know Jack had a father. I mean, of course, he has a father, but he never talks about his family.
“Don’t laugh. With all the women you’ve left heartbroken, you could be one scorned woman away from a thriller plotline.”
She waits until I’m situated before answering. “Macaroni and cheese.” A laugh slips from my lips. “Seriously.” “Don’t knock it until you’ve tried it.” “I haven’t had mac and cheese in years.” “I have it at least once a week.”
I’m going to need another shower.
“No,” I reply. “It’s just common sense.” “Oh, you have that, huh?” “According to my mother, no.” His brows pull together. “I was kidding. You’re smart. You know that you are.”
“What? You think I should reply and politely say ‘no thanks?’” I ask, arching one brow. “I didn’t say anything.” “Your face is saying a lot.”
I open my mouth to call out to him again, but then I hear him say my name. It’s too quiet for him to be yelling out for help and something stops me from walking in. Instead, I keep listening. He grunts and lets out a low hum in his throat. My skin warms and my pussy clenches because I know exactly what’s happening in there. He’s…oh my god. And he’s saying my name.
“You came all the way here tonight, ruined my date, just to tell me you aren’t interested? How sweet. You really know how to make a girl feel special.” I step closer to him and his throat works with a swallow.
“I said grab the key card out of the car, not take the whole damn car.” “Hmm. I must have misunderstood.”
“Were you that nervous I’d crash? I’m a good driver.” “No, I was nervous you’d take off your top and kill me.”
“No,” I say, catching her hand. “I want to unwrap my own present.”
A mouth that I want wrapped around my cock. Her curves, her fight, her fucking everything. Everly Kent drives me fucking wild. And she knows it.
“Jack fucking Wyld, if you leave me like this, I swear to the hockey gods I will cheer for the other team at every game next season.” I bark out a laugh. “No, you won’t.”
Everly’s gaze drops to my pants. She reaches for me, stroking me through the fabric, before she slips her hand down the front. Her fingers wrap around my girth and her lips part with a pleased smile. “No wonder you’re such a cocky asshole.”
“Do you like it?” He leans in. “I’d like it better if you’d worn it over to my house. Every guy in this club is staring at you.” “Jealous?” “No.” He pulls back. “No?” I’m surprised by his answer. The way he looks at me, the way his fingers dig in tighter on my back, gives away his possessiveness. “I’ve slammed plenty of guys into the boards for a lot less than looking at my girl.” “Your girl?” I ask pointedly.
The black suit hugs his tall, broad body in all the right places. My throat is dry while I take him in. I forget all about blowing his mind because mine is officially blown. “Goddamn,” I mutter finally. He smirks, invading my space. His spicy cologne wraps around me, and I swallow hard. “My thoughts exactly.” He lets his gaze rake over me from head to toe, and when I see the spark of desire in his eyes, some of my confidence returns.
“You’re good at taking care of people.” “Only when they listen to me.” Her smile inches higher. “How come you don’t do serious relationships?” The question takes me by surprise, and I shrug. “I date when it fits into my schedule.” “That is so not romantic.”
“I want to know you.” I brush a strand of hair off her flushed skin. “You already do. Sometimes I think you know what I’ll say or do better than I do.” She yawns but covers it with a hand and then smiles sleepily before she asks, “When you’re done playing hockey, what will you do?” “I’ll be a grumpy, retired hockey player.”
“You should get some sleep,” I say reluctantly. “Me too. Brian will be by early.” She smirks. “How’s that going?” “Good,” I admit. “Now that he’s not hitting on you.” “I can’t believe you fired him.” “I didn’t like the way he looked at you.” “How’d he look at me?” “Like he wanted what was mine.” “Yours, huh?”
She rolls her eyes. “I wasn’t uninterested in talking to him. I was just more interested in torturing you.”
“They drafted that young kid from Arizona, Flynn Holland.
“A lot. He told me he wasn’t going to dress up in a mask like it was Halloween and go talk business. How did you get him to say yes?” I shrug. “I just asked.” “Well, you did him and me a solid. Nike would be a huge get.”
If this is her idea of punishing me, then sign me the fuck up.
He’s leaning against the side of his G-Wagon, somehow looking like he belongs here and that he owns the building all at once.
“Don’t you have things to do? Practice? Captaining?” “Captaining?” He grins. He looks so handsome when he smiles like that, it’s hard not to mimic his expression. “Yeah, it’s how you spend most of your day. Bossing people around, making sure everyone else has what they need and are taken care of.”
At the bar with the guys for a bit. Don’t shower yet. Everly But I’m filthy. Me And I’m sitting next to your brother with a hard-on.
“No.” I shake my head adamantly. “Jack and I have been at odds with each other since he caught me drinking at a party years ago. He tried to scold me, and I took to that about as well as you can imagine.”
“You heard about that, huh?” He chuckles. “I’m pretty sure Ash started that rumor.” “Sounds like him,” I admit. “Do you think there’s any truth to it?”
“Promise me you won’t buy this house. It wouldn’t be fair. How would you feel if I bought the Wildcats?” He arches one brow. “Pretend I’m rich enough to do that.” “Fine,” he says, still smiling. “I promise not to interfere with your job.”
“Sorry to interrupt. I have an announcement.” All eyes are on me. They still have those nervous, worried expressions that make me feel like a kid, but I’m not and I want them to know it. “Jack and I are sleeping together.”
have something for you,” he says. I eye his crotch and the bulge there. “Not that.”
Jack puts our names into the machine and then rubs his hands together. A small laugh escapes from my lips. He kisses me before asking, “Whatcha laughing about?” “I’m just surprised. This is the last place I would have expected you to bring me.” “Not a lot of options for a late afternoon date.” “We’re on a date?” “If you have to ask, then I don’t think I’m pulling this off very well.”
“Do you know that before every home game he does that?” I ask. “He skates out and when he gets to center ice, he looks up at the seats he leaves for you at will call to check if you’re there. Every game.”
“I think you Wyld men are stubborn. Use a little of that for something good.”
“I’m glad he did. If some other agency snagged you, I’d be pissed. It’s easy. You already know how to handle my most diva client. Everyone else will be cake.” “I think I should be offended,” I say, but the smile that breaks out on Everly’s face makes it hard to be anything but ecstatic.
I have a baseball player named Flynn Holland, who was just drafted to the Twins earlier this year, a gymnast training for the next summer games, and a college basketball player who is expected to go in the first round of the next WNBA draft.
“How’d you talk him out of this?” Jack asks. “I used to beg him for it when I was a kid.” “I asked nicely.” Jack huffs a laugh. “Of course he’d give it to you.” “To be fair, he said you wanted to wear it to play hockey in the street.” Jack laughs. “I was so proud of him. I wanted all my friends to know my dad was a hockey star.”
My cheeks warm with the compliment. “Thanks to you.” “Nah.” He shakes his head and then steps forward to hug me. “I can’t take any credit. You never really listened to me.” A small laugh escapes. “I listened to you more than anyone else.”
“Yo, Mav,” I say, coming up beside him as he shoots a puck wide. His jaw tightens and his gaze remains locked forward. “Why isn’t Gretzky allowed to listen to music?” His brow furrows slightly and he shifts his stare quickly to me and then back to the puck Tyler is passing him. “Why?” “Because he’s broken too many records.” He finally cracks a smile, and a small laugh shakes his chest. “That was a terrible joke.” “Aidan told it to me last week. I thought it was clever.”
“Maybe you should try yelling something more inspiring like, ‘You’re so getting laid if you win!’” At that, several people do look back at us, but only briefly. The Wildcats goalie makes a glove save and there’s a collective sigh of relief around the arena. “He’s getting laid either way,” I say.
She nods. “Declan and I had great post-season sex after they lost last year. He really does some of his best work when he needs to work off a loss.”
“I love you so much! That was incredible. Congratulations! I am so turned on right now.” She screams it all in my ear as I hug her to me and turn in a circle.
I cuff him on the shoulder. “No, not really. No offense, man, but no one is scarier than your sister. Maybe you should have her scare off future dates.”
