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This book is dedicated to everyone who’s ever embarrassed themselves in front of a crush. We can’t change the past. But we can laugh at it.
Stick an apple in my mouth. Drop me on a platter. And ring the bell. I’m done. This guy is my wet dream come to life, served up in a dark secret library.
“You, my little Kitten, have some claws hidden in that enticing package. And right now, I’m looking at the only gorgeous creature that has captured my attention tonight.’
“Let’s go get freaky in my sex room.” Excuse me, what?! Half a second later, Jackson breaks out into loud, manly laughter. “Oh Kitten, the look on your face…”
Surely nothing as exciting as a sex room. (Though now I’m starting to think maybe having one isn’t the worst idea . . .)
“I was thinking more along the lines of my sister’s shoes. But I kinda like that the idea of another woman sleeping over gets your fur up. My Kitten is getting a little green, I think.”
“Yeah, I’m cocky all right, but I think you might like that about me. And you’re a feisty little vixen, and I know that I like that about you.”
Dearest Kitten, I was having a fairly dull evening last night, until you wandered into it. If you’re not otherwise occupied, I would like to have you in the stands tonight at my game. Hopefully cheering me on. I got the feeling that maybe you aren’t a hockey fan, so I included something for you to wear. There are usually a couple of people wearing my jersey, so don’t worry about everyone knowing that we slept together last night just because you’re wearing my name. Yours, Mr. Fuck Hot
Well, if lusting after one of our great nation’s professional athletes isn’t patriotic, I don’t know what is.
Little Kitten, I know I’ve already taken up a lot of your time tonight with this game, but I’m greedy. Please come to our after-game gathering at The Den. It’s a bar not too far from here. I have to arrive with the team, or else I would offer you a ride. Your Player
“If you lay so much as a finger on her ass, I will break it off, so help me god.”
Sweet Kitten, I’m sorry that we didn’t get more of a chance to talk last night. Since extenuating circumstances keep getting in our way, I’d like to have a chance to control our environment. Please tell me you’re free for dinner tomorrow night, at my place. If you’re up for it, I was thinking we could give The Godfather another try. In the meantime, I thought I’d put together some study material for you. I know how much you like to read. Sincerely, Mama’s Boy
“Yeah, like if he knows how to use his hockey stick in the bedroom,” Meghan says with an exaggerated wink. I scoff, but she ignores me. “Seriously, if you could’ve seen the look on your face as you read that letter, you’d know what I’m talking about. You have it real bad for Jackson Wilder.”
“Ohmygod. First, that’s not what this is. Second, you need to stop calling it the Mother Mary Thing. Third, if that guy wanted to pity fuck me, I would let him pity fuck me. All. Night. Long.”
“Jacky boy, that girl down there is special. I think she already means a great deal to you, and I can tell you that you mean a great deal to her. But you, you need to make your intentions clear.” She gives me her pointed Mama glare as she says this. “When Isabelle asked her if you two were dating, she didn’t know what to say. If you want her, you need to make sure she knows that.”
“I will make you my girl, Kitten. I promise you that. But I’m going to take my time in doing so. I’m going to wait until you’re ready for me.” His cheek brushes against mine. Oh. My. Fuck.
“Oh, Kitten, you’re not ready for me yet. I’m a lot to handle. And once we start this thing between us, I won’t be able to hold back. But fuck, woman, make no mistake, you’re mine.”
Jackson is right in front of us, at the back wall behind the bench, helmet in hand, still where he slammed against the glass, giving Frat Boy a death stare. I can almost hear the words as I read them off his lips: “Back. The. Fuck. Off!”
Jackson reaches up, puts a hand up on the railing next to Meghan, jams his skate onto a support bar below, and pulls himself up. And then he’s there. Standing on the outside of the railing, at the end of our row, staring at me. “Get over here, Kitten.”
“In case there was any question as to who you should be kissing.” He smirks. “Meet me behind the locker room. Isabelle can show you the way.”
“Oh. My. Holy hot-guy gods!” Meghan shouts, startling me out of my daze. “That was the sexiest fucking thing I have ever witnessed.” She fans herself. “That was better than porn. Fuck it, I’m going to be watching that replay as porn.”
“So then I found you, caught you, and dragged you away to my couch. When you were sleeping there, all adorable, I knew I wanted the chance to spend more time with you. I also know that wild cats can be unpredictable. So, when the guys messaged saying they were done, I made a split second decision to ask Daniel for your number. He did seem a bit shocked to see you sleeping with me.”
“Hello? Hot professional hockey player kisses some chick in the stands? It’s every girl’s dream. Plus, you add in the whole alpha-male thing when he smashed into the glass to keep that other guy from kissing you. Panties all over the country are combusting.”
“You have to stop being so fucking perfect, Kitten. I’m trying to make it through this day in a civilized manner. I’m doing my best to resist the urge of throwing you over my shoulder and taking you back home. But if I’m going to succeed, you need to stop saying all the right things, making all the right sounds, and looking at me like I hung the damn moon. We have this place, then dinner, then I’m taking you home. Not a moment before. Nod if you understand what I’m saying.”
“And I’ll give you tickets to my games. I’ll do so as often as I please, and I’ll give you as many as I please. I’ll dress you up in my jersey, and any other item of clothing I can think of, branding you as mine. You’ll take them, you’ll wear them, and you’ll be fucking happy about it. Nod if you understand me.”
“Now, now, Kitten, you shouldn’t have done that.” He nips the side of my neck. I suppress a giggle. “My, what big teeth you have.” “Mmmm, all the better to eat you with, my pretty.”
“Kitten.” He kisses my neck. “My sweet, gorgeous Kitten.” Another kiss. “I can’t wait to have you bent over, ass in the air, your hair wrapped around my fist, as I fuck you from behind.”
Sitting back on his heels, Jackson traces every inch of me with his eyes. Jackson Wilder, on his knees in front of me, fully clothed, while I stand here naked.
“Kitten.” It’s almost too much to be this close to her again. “I’m sorry. I promise I’ll explain everything to you. I just need you to know one thing. I need you to believe one thing. I love you. I don’t know how it’s possible to love someone so much, so quickly, but it’s true. I love you.”
“Jackson!” I whisper shout. “Are you insane?” He keeps a grip on me, while he gently sets my feet on the ice. “A little. I think.” Then he smiles. A big I love you type of smile. “Kitten, I’m crazy in love with you. The thought of a single other person putting their lips on yours is intolerable. I need those lips to be mine. Forever.” He looks over my shoulder and shouts, “Alex!”
