Page 50 of Pucking Rebound
“What does he want?” Her voice rises an octave in curiosity.
“He mentioned to me earlier that he was organizing a party for his sisters’ birthday.” I think on my feet. “Maybe he decided to let me help him like I suggested.”
“And he needs to tell you that now?” Kali gapes, obviously shocked by his timing.
“I know, he could have waited.” I’m doing a shitty job of sounding convincing.
“Well, go see what he wants.” Kali points to the stairs leading down to the boards. “What’s gotten into him tonight? He looks royally pissed off.”
Usually full of smiles, his mouth is twisted and thin-lipped as he shoots me a hard, cold-eyed stare, and I see what she means.
A tornado of butterflies takes flight in my belly as I stand and walk down the five small steps to the boards. He points for me to move where there is a gap in the plexiglass.
Skating next to me along the boards at the same time I walk along the other side, I feel the intense heat of Jordy’s stare with every step.
“Hey, Wingman,” I say when there is no barrier between us, twisting my fingers together.
“Teacup.” He nods.
“Why do you call me Teacup?” I ask, ignoring his sour look. It’s something I meant to ask him last night.
“Because you are pretty and dainty, like a fine teacup.”
“Oh.” I shift from side to side, struggling to stand still, then lift my foot like a flamingo, realize what I’m doing, then put it back down again.
My heart hammers with joy.
Holy shit, I think I’m swooning.
“What the fuck are you wearing?” He scowls harder than before, dropping his focus to Wade’s number on my arm, and I take a moment to look down at myself.
“A hockey jersey,” I state the obvious.
“You’re wearing the wrong fucking number and name, baby. Next time you come to my game, make sure you’re wearing my jersey.”
Possessive much?
My jaw drops open at his ridiculous request. “I can’t wear your jersey. People might put two and two together.”
Like he’s unhappy with my response, he grinds his teeth, making his jaw tic. “You’ll pay for that later, Teacup. My hand is itching to spank your ass.”
My pussy clenches in response to his threat.
There must be something wrong with me.
I have a massive problem.
A Jordy-sized one.
And the thought of him spanking me sounds like something I might enjoy.
He pushes off the boards to join his team.
And I swear my jaw drops open even wider when I realize the obvious.
Is he jealous?
He looks back over his shoulder, then taps his number twenty-three on his arm, confirming my suspicion…Yup, he’s jealous.
