She watches me for a long moment, her gaze lingering before her tongue darts out to wet her lips, just the tiniest hint of a challenge in her eyes. “You could’ve hit that one-timer.”
“Yeah?” I step closer, feeling the heat between us. “What else?”
She tilts her head slightly, lips twitching into a small grin. “You were a little distracted on the ice.”
“Hmm,” I nod slowly. “I think we both know the reason why.”
Her eyes flicker. She licks her lips again, and I barely resist the urge to grab her right here and press her against the boards. Fuck, I want to taste those pretty lips again.
“Reed!”
Coach’s voice cuts through the air, pulling me back to reality.
I step back, my heart pounding, like a guilty fucking teenager caught in the act.
“Stop distracting my daughter and get the fuck in the locker room.”
“Right. Sorry.” I throw Isabella a grin. “Was just telling your daughter she did a great job. Really amazing. Best practice ever.”
We both know I’m not talking about hockey.
Her lips curve into a knowing smile, and she rolls her eyes, shaking her head. I chuckle, finally turning toward the locker room, but not without one last glance at her—just to see if she’s watching me walk away.
The second I step in, music blasts through the room, vibrating the walls, like always.
“Shotgun on the showers!” Aiden yells, yanking his jersey off.
“There’s like five showers, man, calm down,” Logan retorts, rolling his eyes.
I shake my head, peeling off my own jersey. The undershirt sticks to my chest, soaked from sweat, and I rip it off, wincing as the cold air hits my skin.
“Well, well, well. Reed finally got some.”
I frown, glancing up to see Logan smirking at me, his eyes locked onto my neck.
Nathan strolls by, takes one look at me, and snorts. “Holy shit.”
I turn to the mirror, my eyes widening when I see what they’re talking about.
Shit.
A massive, dark, impossible-to-miss hickey.
Logan whistles. “Damn. Someone had fun.”
Nathan just smirks. “Hope she was hot.”
She was.She also happened to be your sister.
Austin bursts into laughter, taking a few steps closer. “Holy shit, Reed, did you get attacked by a vampire?” And of course, he’s completely fucking naked.
“Jesus,” I mutter, stepping back and holding my hand up as if that will protect me. “Put your dick away if you’re gonna stand that close to me.”
He just laughs, slipping his boxers on with zero fucks given. “Congrats on ending the dry spell. Who was the lucky girl?”
“Or guy,” Logan adds, wiggling his brows.
Nathan nearly chokes on his water.
