Hooking - Kristine Allen Page 0,43

she amended with a giggle that shot to my dick. A fucking giggle had me hard as a rock. Christ almighty.

“I really wish I could. My aunt and uncle are coming over for dinner tonight. My brothers will be here too.” She giggled again. “You wanna come over and meet them?”

“Uh, think I’ll pass on that.” Not because I was a pussy, but because I wasn’t ready for any meet the fam shit.

“You sure?” she asked, and I could almost hear the humored curl on her sexy lips.

“Pretty sure. How about tomorrow after morning skate?”

Her beautiful laughter rang out again. “Now who’s being relentless? How about we’ll see?”

Looking to the heavens for strength, I dropped my shoulders in defeat. “Okay,” I grudgingly replied.

I spent the night having a drink down at McGregor’s with several of the guys. We all dispersed early because we needed to get some sleep. Maybe Sydney had actually done me a favor. Shaking my head, I grinned and climbed into bed.

Before I knew it, my alarm was going off and I was on my way to the arena.

After Saturday’s morning skate, I called her. She answered on the third ring and sounded out of breath. Immediately, I thought the worst.

“What are you doing?” It came out sharper than I’d intended.

“I just got off the treadmill. Why? Everything okay?” she asked, sounding perplexed. Running my hand down my face, I berated myself for being a dumbass.

“Yeah. Sorry. It’s been a rough couple days. Wondered if maybe you wanted to come over. I have a few hours before I have to be back at the arena,” I said, trying to keep my emotions in line. It was rough because I wanted to feel her skin against mine. Fuck. No, I needed it.

She remained silent, and I waited with my breath held. Abrasive irritation skated under my skin. Agitation had me strung tight.

“I’m all sweaty,” she finally tried to argue.

“Good. I’d like to keep you that way. Please come over?” It was a pregame booty call, and I wasn’t going to pretend it was anything less. I wanted her with an intensity that I wasn’t used to.

Expecting her to politely decline, I braced myself. I heard her sigh.

“Why are you so difficult to say no to? Okay, I’ll head over, but I can’t stay long.”

Fighting a fist pump, I grinned. “See you soon. Don’t bother with a shower.”

That would waste precious time, and my dick was damn near painfully hard.

I prowled around the house with Victor on my heels as I waited for her to arrive. It seemed like hours before the doorbell rang. I was tempted to give her my code so she could let herself in, but I wasn’t sure if I was ready for that.

Before she could hit the bell again, I flung the door open, pulled her inside, and slipped my hands up the back of her shirt as my lips connected with hers. Immediately, my nerves settled. When I broke free to breathe, I rested my forehead on hers. “I told you to come straight over.”

Equally winded, she huffed. “No way was I bringing my nasty ass over here like that. There was no way you were, um, you know… down there if I was stinking.” Her cheeks flushed a sexy pink, and I laughed.

“What? Were you afraid I’d stick my face in your pussy and tell you that it was rank?”

“Oh my God! I can’t believe you just said that!” Eyes bugging, she shoved her face into my T-shirt. I continued to chuckle as I dragged her down the hall my bedroom.

“Alex, I want to get one thing straight,” she said, digging in her heels as she stopped me and raised my shirt.

“Yeah?” I asked, sucking in a breath at her touch.

“I’m here because I want you. Whatever magic you have going on with that dick makes me extremely happy.” Her lips curled into a devilish smile.

“By all means, I want nothing more than for you to be happy,” I said on a gasp as she undid my jeans.

She chuckled. “Good.”

Within minutes, we were both naked and quickly losing ourselves in each other.

Every single worry I had took a back seat when I was inside her. It was like magic, or the best therapy in the world.

After battling for the puck against the boards, I was finally able to get control of it to pass off to McGregor. He passed it back to Baranov because Halvorson was tangled up with the opposing defenseman.