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Erik.
When our eyes connected, he grinned, toying with his mouth guard before popping it back into place. He raised his brows and pointed at his number.
“He wants you to watch him,” Sienna whispered.
“Yeah, I got that.”
Just like that, Erik was skating back to his team, ready to start the game. When I knew he wasn’t looking, I turned and glared at Sienna. Crossing my arms, I fell back onto my seat and shook my head. “I can’t believe you’re trying to set me up with a hockey player. I know absolutely nothing about the sport. This is so embarrassing.”
“Then leave,” she challenged, making me balk. “If I’m that terrible and the idea of even meeting a guy that’s clearly interested in you is so bad that you don’t know what to do with yourself, then leave.”
“Wow, touchy much?”
She shrugged. “It’s not my fault you don’t see a good thing when it’s staring you in the face. I know you’re blinded by your feelings about football, but you need to get out of your box. If you don’t want to be here, that’s fine. Just get out of my box, then.”
Sienna didn’t mince her words. She never did, but hearing her say that really brought it home for me. I was becoming that person at the party who people avoided because they were so lost in their own problems; they sucked the energy out of a room.
When the music stopped, I assumed the game was about to start and sat up a little straighter. Sienna was still staring at me. With pursed lips, she waited for my next move. With my mouth closed, I turned to the rink and sat back. I wasn’t going to leave. Sienna was right, and I needed to hear the hard truth.
The game started, and honestly, I had no idea what the heck was going on. I couldn’t follow the puck, I didn’t know what the players were fighting over, or how the game worked. It didn’t matter how many questions the polar bear answered by shaking his head, I needed to go home and watch a game on TV with commentary to get the hang of it.
By the time the first period was over, I felt like I’d run a marathon trying to keep up with what was going on, and no one had even scored.
Leaning over to Sienna, I said, “I’m going to get a drink. Do you want one?”
Sienna lifted her water bottle and shook her head. “I’m good, thanks.”
“What about you?” I asked Crushie the polar bear. Unsurprisingly, he just shook his head. He was a quiet and somewhat stoic bear. I scooted past him, looking forward to standing in the concession line. At least that would give me some respite from a game I didn’t understand and had no real interest in.
Chapter 10
Was it normal to have such a visceral reaction to a girl in a hat? My gut was churning, my jaw was clenched, and I was doing everything in my power to stop myself from running over to Britt to ask what the hell she was doing.
Erik Steele?!
Well, that wasn’t on my bingo card for the year. When Tanner suggested we come to support our fellow athletes, I thought it would be a good way to get my mind off my situation with Britt. But that went out the window the minute I saw Erik banging the plexiglass to get my girl’s attention.
She was here watching another guy, and I cursed myself for being so naïve in thinking that her new roommate was referring to her brothers when she mentioned other athletes coming over.
The worst part about tonight was that she smiled at Erik when he knocked on the glass. The known campus flirt, who had more bed buddies than I had hair on my head. Funny, he wasn’t the type of guy I ever thought she’d be drawn to, but that could be because I assumed she would end up with me, not some cocky hockey player.
Didn’t she realize she was mine? It seemed Britt was confused about our relationship status, and I couldn’t blame her. Were we lovers? Friends? Strangers? I needed to make it clear, as I was tiptoeing my way into stalking while I thought about all the ways I could kidnap her so no hockey player could ever see her again as she chose her order at the concession stand.
Her chin tipped up as she focused on the menu, and I had no doubt she was contemplating getting the Crushie Slushie—a drink the Crushers were known for. She loved anything sweet, which probably explained why her pussy tasted like candy.
I clenched my fists, stopping myself from wondering if Erik knew how she tasted too.
Fuck this.
I was always trying to be the good guy. The one who stayed with his girlfriend even though she treated him like shit. The one who tried to help his dad even though he checked out of helping himself when my mom died. Being the good guy had gotten me here. Pissed off and alone, waiting for Britt to tell me what the fuck was going on. Not anymore. I’d let our relationship fester for too long. We needed to talk, and we needed to talk right now.
Cutting a few people in the line, I made it clear I was with the blonde bombshell nearing the front, and as I stood next to her, she was so lost in the menu—or her own thoughts—that she didn’t notice me.
Well, it was high time she started paying attention.
I bent forward and said, “It’s grape flavored. I think you’ll like it.”
Britt jumped and clutched her chest. “Matty?” she said breathlessly. God, why did her surprised reaction have to look so similar to her orgasm face? Honestly, with her lips slightly parted and perfectly lined, I couldn’t stop thinking about how good it felt to have those wrapped around my cock, and it was proving highly inconvenient.
