Alec’s voice is clear and calculated when he says, “Damn straight I’m Alec Kostelecky, and that right there”—Alec turns and points at our son, who’s still in la-la land over there with Erick—“is my son. And I don’t give a shit what your views are. But if you keep looking at my son like that, I’ll get you banned from this league. One text, and you and your son are done here.”
Alec pushes the man back, and he willingly goes, his face ghost white. I bet he wasn’t expecting that.
The man shakes his head, and his next words are uncertain, hesitant. “I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.”
He grabs his wife’s hand and hustles over to where his son is getting fitted for skates.
I feel on edge, and my chest is getting tight. I don’t know if Alec should’ve threatened to get him kicked off the league. That seems like an abuse of power. Still hot, but just going a bit too far.
Alec finally turns to me, and I watch the anger in his face deplete as he takes a quick breath.
I cock my head to the side, ready to give him a little piece of my mind. But he opens his mouth and puts a finger over my lips and shushes me.
“Look, before you say whatever is brewing in that mind, hear me out. If you’d met the owner of this league and hishusband, you would know that was not an empty threat.”
Alec starts to pull his finger away, but then a twinkle shimmers in his eyes, and a smirk tugs on his lips.
He slides his finger across my cheek, cradling my head in his hand. The smirk is full-on claiming his lips as he slowly leans down. His lips graze mine, and shivers shimmy down my back.
Oh, for fuck’s sake, I’m not in the mood for teasing right now.
I reach up and lock my fingers around his neck and tug him, smashing his lips into mine. He runs the tip of his tongue across the crease of my lips, and Ireallywish we weren’t at the rink right now.
He’s the first to pull away, and I’m so grateful he did because I think I would’ve had sex right here on the floor. He’s addictive. Once his lips touch mine, I’m unable to stop myself.
Alec takes both my hands in his and swings them back and forth. “Don’t make plans tonight.” A pure look of mischief flickers in his eyes.
I furrow my brows, and my mind flashes a thousand ideas of what he could possibly have planned.
But who am I to say no totheAlec Kostelecky?I laugh to myself.
“Okay, but what about Jack?” I drop one of my hands out of his, and we walk over to the edge of the ice, where Jack and Erick are now skating.
He strokes his thumb across the back of my hand. “Already took care of it.” He spins me toward him and takes my chin in his free hand. “Just trust me, Laura.”
Now, my chest is tight for so many other reasons. But mostly, the love I have for this man, for the love that I have always had for him.
“Okay, no more questions.” I turn back to the ice, but my brain instantly smacks me with a thousand questions, and I can’t help but let one slip.
I turn back to him, and he already has a laugh teasing his lips.
“One question—last one, I swear. What should I wear?”
The laugh on his lips falls. “Something tight and maybe a little short.” His eyes seductively drop, quickly scanning my body, causing a wave of heat to settle over my skin.
His answer only makes me want to ask a million more questions. But I keep them at bay. I now have to figure out what the hell to wear.
We walk over to Erick’s parents, who welcome us with hugs and warm smiles. We end up spending the next hour or so talking with them while the boys skate around. His mom says that she is so happy that Erick has Jack, no matter what they are. Which makes any tension between us fizzle out.
At one point, Alec can’t help himself and gets on the ice with them, teaching them proper form.
During the ride home, I have to physically push my lips together to stop the questions brimming on the edge of my lips. Alec tells me to be ready by nine, which means I have a little over an hour to figure out what I’m going to wear, how to do my makeup and my hair.
I should not be as nervous as I am, but dear God, it feels like the butterflies are flying so fast that they might bust through my skin.
Once we get back to the house, Jack and Alec settle into the couch, watching a movie. And I hustle upstairs and bust into Charlotte’s room.
What I expected to see was Charlotte sitting on her bed. What I didn’t expect? Seeing Reed and Char mid-sex.
