Iced Out (Leighton U, #1)

by C.E. Ricci

I’m trapped, completely at his mercy. And he knows it. “Fight me, baby. There’s nothing I want more.”

“Fuck, this is a pretty sight,” I mutter, my hips giving small thrusts every time his mouth descends over my length. “Had I known this was the best way to get you to shut up, I would have suggested it years ago.”

“But get your head on straight for tomorrow’s game, and maybe you’ll get a repeat.”

“So you thought it was good, huh?” He doesn’t turn around; just flips the bird over his shoulder and keeps walking away.

“Superstitions are pretty much the only thing I take as seriously as hockey. And this could be my last season. Yours too. I just wanna come out on top.” Or bottom. If he’d prefer it that way.