Traded (Nashville Grizzlies, #1)

by Carly Marie

Something I’d said had frazzled Trevor. He’d been on edge since he’d seen me sitting in the kitchen, but he’d gotten substantially more nervous as we’d talked. On ice, Trevor was cocky and confident but I’d learned quickly that his off-ice personality was not the same. For being the captain of an NHL hockey team, he was quick to blush and easy to frazzle. I’d stuck to safe topics, like hockey and things to do around Nashville. It seemed like every time I veered from them, Trevor found a new shade of red to turn and I didn’t understand why. There were a lot of things I’d wanted to ask him about, like the pacifier I’d seen and the pile of coloring books that had been on the coffee table when I’d arrived home that afternoon. While Trevor busied himself getting ready to leave, I pulled my phone out and pretended to scroll through it, when in reality I was watching him move around the kitchen. Not for the first time that week, I cursed my dad and Easton. Trevor was gorgeous in his light gray suit with a dark blue sweater and red tie. It wasn’t flashy by any stretch. He could have been going to teach a college class or heading out on a date, but the way the material hugged his body, the slight stretch of it over his shoulders, the way it hugged around his hips and thighs just so, accentuating his dick, all had me needing to bite my lip so I didn’t moan. This was not in my plans, nor was it my fault. My dad had foisted me upon Trevor, giving him no choice but to say yes. Easton h...

“How are you feeling about the game tonight?” I looked out the window, watching as the dense neighborhood turned to a small business district before we made it to the highway. “I’m excited. I’m nervous. I’m concerned that I haven’t heard from Dad or Leo today.” Trevor’s eyes narrowed in thought. “You haven’t heard from them today?” Shaking my head, I realized just how odd that was. “Fuck, they’re coming, aren’t they?” Trevor shrugged casually, but I could hear the barely masked amusement in his voice as he spoke. “How far away do they live now? Four, five hours? It’s a seven o’clock game. They’ve had plenty of time to get here if they wanted to.” My head fell against the window. “You’ve got to save me!” Trevor didn’t bother hiding his laughter. “Oh, hell no. I lived with them, remember? You’re on your own.” I loved my dad and Leo to the ends of the earth, but Leo was clueless about hockey. He was the guy that constantly asked what happened and what was going on. My dad was loud and proud. He’d been the one screaming in the stands with all the hockey moms throughout middle and high school hockey. He could be heard over the crowd in the AHL games, and every NHL game he’d been to he always ended up on the Jumbotron, hooting and hollering. We merged onto the highway before Trevor looked over at me again. “You look like a petulant child.” He sounded so much like Easton that I forgot who I was talking to for a second. “Right now, I am a petulant child! A Dom can be petulant too....