Hooking - Kristine Allen Page 0,25

smashed in. Pushing my hair back out of my face, I groggily look around and sat up. McGregor lay facedown with his arm over the chick from last night.

My head rolled over toward the pillow next to me. I grabbed it and threw it across the way at him. “Get up, fucker!”

He grumbled and turned his head away from me.

Shaking my head, I scratched lazily at my chest as I sat on the edge of the bed. The legs of my boxer briefs had ridden up in my sleep, so I tugged them down as I stood. A massive stretch to try to wake up more had me groaning. Then I closed the gap between the beds.

A wicked grin curved my lips as I looked down at his bare ass. “You shoulda gotten up.”

CRACK! My hand smacked down on his lily-white ass, and he instantly howled, coming straight up in the air out of the bed.

“Goddamn motherfucker!” he grumbled as he held his ass with his morning wood bobbing. I raised a brow at his display, and he flipped me off.

“You better get her out of here before Coach finds out she was here all night. You know how he gets about that shit the night before a game.” Not waiting for him, I headed to the shower. As I closed the bathroom door, I heard him telling her she needed to get going.

The hotel shower was nice and hot. As I closed my eyes and tipped my head back to wet my hair, I was reminded of the shower in the Four Seasons that night. There hadn’t been a more beautiful sight than Sydney on her knees with my thick cock in her mouth. My hands had been clutching her hair as I’d guided her at the pace I needed.

She’d been fucking perfect.

The memories had me stroking one out and cursing myself for changing my mind at the last minute last night. Sonofabitch, I was a fucking idiot. Unfortunately, as I’d thought about bringing that bunny back to the room, a sick feeling had settled in my guts. I’d turned to the nameless brunette after buying her a drink and bowed out, going back to the room alone.

I’d been sleeping by the time McGregor returned with his piece of ass. Thank fuck.

Wrapping the towel around my waist, I stepped out into the room. As soon as I was out, he jumped into the shower to wash the stench of strange off his dick. Fuck, I hope he used a condom. The room reeked of sex, and I found myself curling my nose in disgust as I pulled my clothes on.

“Wait for me! I’ll be ready in five,” he promised as he dried off and threw on clothes.

“Jesus, why? Do you need me to hold your hand? Hurry up, or we’ll both be in deep shit,” I said as I moved to wait by the door with my suitcase in tow. It was my turn to tap my wrist like I was tapping a watch. Except I didn’t wear one very often. Too much of a hassle.

We made it downstairs in time to grab some fruit and a bagel, then load up. I was pissed because I’d wanted some protein, but it would have to wait until we landed in Boston.

“You’re a dick,” I told him as I dropped into my seat and took a vicious bite of the apple.

“But you love me and you know it,” he said as he grinned and blew me a kiss.

When we hit the ice for practice, McGregor was dragging. Coach was all over his ass. Served him right. I chuckled evilly as I too gave him shit.

Shoving thoughts of an off-limits beauty from my mind, I threw myself into practice. There would be time to obsess over her later.

When I got home, I was going to have to up my game.

“Calling All Angels”—Train

“And the Amurs lose their first game of the season. Actually, since preseason started, they’ve been on fire. After their performance last night, we expected them to fight a little harder to hold on to their mini streak. They seemed tired tonight—a little off their game.” The commentator was running his mouth as I watched Alex and his teammates sullenly skate off the ice. I knew they were upset, but it had been a nail biter of a game. They’d lost in overtime, which I hadn’t even known was a thing for hockey.

Then again, I didn’t know a lot about hockey,