Skate the Line (Blue Devils Hockey, #2)

by S.J. Sylvis

“You’re going to have to tell me no when I come begging.” A swallow moves against his neck, his Adam's apple catching my attention. The veins on his arms start to bulge like he’s already having a hard time holding himself back. It should scare me. But it entices me. His gaze lazily makes its way down my body, and butterflies fill my stomach. “Because trust me, Sunshine.” He pins me with a dark look. “I will come begging.”

Gaaaaahhhhh 😩😍🤭

Sunshine: If you score, maybe I’ll let you punish me. Wrong thing to say, baby.

I told her she was supposed to be the rational one, but I’m so fucking glad she isn’t listening to my nonsense.

She wants me to score? Consider it done.

“I know, Sunshine. He ruined that for you.”

His tongue slips out of his mouth and wets his lips. “Don’t worry, I’ll fix what he broke.”

My body weakens, like it’s willingly handing over the...

“Thanks for the ribbon, baby.” Any trace of humor that was on his face is long gone and replaced with something much more dangerous. “Now get up and turn around.”

She’s the furthest thing from being afraid, and it means something to me that she trusts me to do this to her. Why does that make me so happy?

My Sunshine wants to touch the sun again, and I’m here to give her just that.

“Yes, solnechnyy svet?” There it is. That little pet name in Russian.

“I have never seen something more perfect in my fucking life,” I say in awe.

I love watching her come. It sends me to a high that I've never reached before. Ever. Why is this so good?

I have never in my life wanted to give the reins to a woman, but I could lie on this wet tiled floor and let her fuck me until the team came b...

“If someone is worth a fuck, she’s going to get my all.” She’s worth so much more.

I’m out of control, possessive, and downright fucking addicted.

“You’re fucking killing me,” I admit. “Each time I get a taste of you, I want more.”

That’s right. You’re mine. For the time being. I kiss her like I mean it. I kiss her like I own her mouth. It’s possessive, and she can tell. It makes her come, and it makes me high.

Sunny all tied up, freshly fucked with a shy smile on her face that I put there? Yeah, this isn’t going to be the last time I touch her.

We can call it whatever the fuck we want, but the truth still stands: Whenever she wants to use me, I’m hers.

Not to mention, I owe her one ...

“Trust me, Sunshine. You’re nothing like anyone I’ve ever met before.”

There isn’t room for arguing. My girls need me, and they need me now.

It may have taken something drastic to wake that thing up in my chest, but Sunny is about to realize that Ellie isn’t the only one I care about as of late.

“I was scared out of my fucking mind that something happened to you.” He exhales slowly and grips the hem of my shirt. “And it isn’t only because you take care of my daughter.”

“Damn,” he mutters. Then his mouth is on mine, and I suddenly feel like I’m his.

Mine. Apparently, my dick has a brain of his own, because the only thing I can think of is how I’m never letting another man touch her like this.

I’ve known men to be possessive, and I’ve never really understood it. Until now.

“I need you,” I admit, not giving a fuck that it makes me sound despe...

She peers up at me through her wet lashes. “Then have me.”

Our gazes crash, and I feel her everywhere. She’s digging her sweet self into my bones, and I know another woman will never match her.

This doesn’t happen more than once in a lifetime. I’m not dense to think this is just a simple fuck between two people needing a release. It’s more.

Her mouth opens with pleasure, and it’s me who closes her off. I can’t watch her like this because I’m afraid I’ll fucking fall in love with her.

“What are you doing to me, Sunshine?”

I’m in my thirties, have been with multiple women, even having a child with one, and I have never felt so connected to someone in my entire life.

“The same thing you’re doing to me.”

“What can I say?” He wets his lips, and I’m captivated. “I’m a softy for my girls.”

She makes me act so possessive that the thought of putting a baby inside of her doesn’t scare me like it should.

I’m a man with restraint, but it’s long gone when she’s near.

I stare at her with my heart fumbling in my chest. I’d give it to her if she asked for it. Shit.

Am I in love with my daughter’s nanny?

The longer I gaze in her eyes, the more I feel myself making room for her in my heart. I didn’t think I had room for anyone other than Ellie, ...

A slow smile creeps on my face. “I think I’m going to keep you, Sunny Edwards.” Her quiet laugh is music to my ears. “Oh, yeah? For how long?” I grab her hand and interlace our fingers. “For forever.”

Be still my hearttttt 🥹🥹🥹

I skated the line, crossed the line, and then erased the entire thing altogether. Now look at me.

“I know why you’re really here,” I say into his ear, mid-tug. “And I’m going to teach you a fucking lesson on how to treat a woman.” He tries to hit me first, but I skate backward just in time to land a punch on his jaw before the rest of the team moves toward us. “Not just any woman.” I grab him around the neck. “But mine.”

“We’re going somewhere…Sunny.” She thinks for a second, and like a lightbulb, her green eyes light up. I grin, and she does the same.

“I lied.” He swallows thickly. “I promised I wouldn’t fall in love with you, and I did.”

“Tell me you trust me enough to keep you safe,” he pleads. “Tell me that I’m deserving of your heart.” His hands tighten against my face, and I can’t speak. “Tell me you love me too. Please.”

“I didn’t leave because I didn’t trust you enough to keep me safe,” I say. “I left because I wanted to keep you and Ellie safe. You two are my home, Rhodes. I had to protect it.”

“Moy Solnechnyy svet,” he whispers, peering down at me. “That means my Sunshine,” Ellie says.