Skate the Line (Blue Devils Hockey, #2)

by S.J. Sylvis

I listen closely to their conversation. Ellie: What are youuuu doing here? Malaki: I thought you requested my attendance? Ellie: Huh? No, I didn’t. Malaki: Oh, how interesting. Rhodes: *makes grunt noise like a caveman*

I’ll have to get a different job to survive living out here. I could waitress. Or sell feet pics. Anything.

Ellie looks out the window. “Does my daddy know you call him Oscar?” I pause. “Not yet.” I’m sure the more I’m around him, the more comfortable I’ll be, and it’ll accidentally slip. “Sometimes I call Peter a name that he doesn’t know.” “Who is Peter?” Marco asks. I’m wondering the same. Ellie shrugs. “A boy in my class.” I shift toward her, ignoring my vibrating phone so she has my full attention. I’ve learned that she doesn’t like when someone doesn’t meet her eye or talk to her directly—something most kids probably wouldn’t notice. Ellie is different, though. “What do you call him?” I ask. “Mudak,” she says fluently. Is that…Russian? “And that means?” The tiniest dimple appears on her cheek. “It means asshole.” I slap my hand over my mouth to hide a laugh. “Ellie Volkova,” I mutter after pulling myself together. “You aren’t supposed to say curse words.” She gawks at me. “That’s why I say it in Russian. No one knows what it means.”

Oscar: I never wanted to unsend a text before, but you’re just full of firsts for me. What other firsts is he referring to? He’s typing again, and now I’m skeptical that he’s in his right state of mind. Oscar: Can you teach me to braid? I trap a laugh behind a smile. Me: Have you been drinking? Oscar: No...yes. Oscar: How’d you know? Me: You’re being nice and asking for my help with something you swear you can do on your own. Oscar: I’m always nice to you. Me: Compared to a couple weeks ago, sure. I’m enjoying this side of him. Tipsy Rhodes is much more relaxed and less intimidating. I change his name in my phone to Rhodes because, at the moment, he isn’t being a grouch. Rhodes: You’re the only person I feel okay sharing my weaknesses with.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” I mutter. Sunny smothers me with her arousal. Her pussy traps my finger, and she moans. I quickly look at her face and watch her come. Her mouth is there for the taking. I have to physically hold myself back so I don’t reach out, grip her jaw, and bring her lips to mine. In an attempt to break free of the trap I’m in, I heave out a breath. I wait

For a brief moment, I entertain the idea. It’d be so easy to pull her forward, spin her around, push her flat against the counter, and push my dick in her so far she’d never be able to think of another man without remembering me. Wait, shit. Stop

“It’s been a very long time since I've had a naked woman in my bed, but I’ll do my best to be gentle.” Sunny kneads her lip with her teeth. “What if I don’t want you to be gentle?” I shut my eyes for a brief moment before staring down at her. I give her knee a light squeeze and press it down onto the bed, opening her for my own viewing pleasure. “You’re not ready for me at full force, Sunny.”