“They put us to shame.”
“Seriously.”
Chapter Seventeen
First order of business: find my girl.
Second: survive the inquisition from The Coven.
The first task should be easy enough. The second, not so much.
Vince texted letting me know they found Melody and are still at her seats. With Cali and Harrison as reinforcements, we make our way around the outside of the rink.
There’s no way to miss our squad—we are loud, crazy, and huge. In the middle of it all, there she is. Damn, my baby looks so good in black and gray.
Like a puck flying to the five-hole, I eat up the distance separating us, ignoring everything—friends, family, greetings tossed my way, all of it. Not giving a flying puck that I’m interrupting whatever she’s talking about with my sister, I take her hand and pull her from her seat, her dark eyes going wide at the abruptness.
Spinning her, I take in my name stretched across her shoulders. Mine. The jersey is ridiculously big on her, but fuck if she isn’t the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
Curling my body around hers, her back flush with my front, I bend, my mouth brushing the shell of her ear as I say, “Fuck, baby. I knew you would look good in my jersey, but damn, it’s even better than I thought it would be.”
“Jase.”
She shudders when I roll the ball of my tongue ring along her earlobe.
“There’s only one thing that could make it better.”
“Wh-What’s that?” she stutters.
“If you were naked underneath it.”
The vein in her neck pulses under my mouth, where I’m sucking on the spot and riding the edge of pressure that would leave a mark.
“Jase.” My name falls from her lips, a broken plea.
“Damn…Madz, get out your phone and start taking notes,” Becky says.
“Seriously,” comes from Beth.
“Who knew our boy was hiding a such a dirty alpha under his hockey sweater?” Skye adds.
“I did,” Vince declares proudly.
I ignore every smartass comment from my family and focus solely on the woman trembling in my arms.
Legs nudging the backs of hers, I guide us a few precious feet away, spinning her around, pressing her against the boards of the rink. It’s been almost twenty-four hours since I’ve had her mouth on mine, and I’m not about to wait another second.
Cupping the back of her head in both my hands, I tug on the end of her ponytail to adjust her to the perfect angle. Her dark eyes shine like wet stones, and a tempting blush spreads down her neck and under the collar of my jersey as I hold her stare. I want to slip a finger under to lift the material and find out how far the blush has traveled.
Her lashes flutter as her eyes go hooded. Still I hold back.
Even though we talk every day, I can’t help but shake the feeling she’s keeping me at a distance.
I stroke the line of her jaw with my thumb, the pressure enough to part her lips.
No more waiting.
I slam my mouth onto hers, our bodies crashing into the boards.
Her head is in the protective cradle of my hands, my fingers tunneling beneath the strands of her hair and destroying her ponytail.
A sigh.
A moan.
The heat level rising, the ice behind us is at risk of melting.
I could be happy kissing her for the rest of my life. Well, maybe not just kissing.
“Damn, it’s a good thing I’m already pregnant.” Rocky’s voice is the first one to pierce the haze of lust surrounding us.
“For reals. I just had a contact orgasm,” Becky adds.
“I think I might have dated the wrong Donnelly brother. Damn, Trip.” I don’t need to see her to know Maddey’s fanning herself dramatically.
“And I thought the elevator was hot. Way to step up your game, Donnelly.” Cali laughs.
“Fuck you, Cali.”
“I told you last night, bro—not my type. Your sister, however…”
I should smother him in his sleep on our next road trip.
“Sorry, Cali. I’m a one-dick woman, and I’m more than satisfied with the one I have.” I hear my sister pat his chest.
“Jesus, JD.”
“Oh don’t get your panties in a bunch, Jase. You should be happy for me.”
I may be responding to those determined to see me in a straightjacket, but my eyes never leave Melody. She’s a vision: flushed cheeks, the freckle under her eye standing out in contrast, lips swollen, hair crazy like she stuck a finger in an outlet.
Pink is officially my new favorite color.
“Come on, baby. Let’s take this shit-show on the road.”
Chapter Eighteen
THE BIG HAMMER: Quick, send me a selfie.
BROADWAY BABY: 1st, that’s random. 2nd, why?
THE BIG HAMMER: Because I miss your pretty face.
BROADWAY BABY: Awww…that was actually kind of sweet.
THE BIG HAMMER: What can I say? I’m a regular Prince Charming.
THE BIG HAMMER: *GIF of Prince Charming*
BROADWAY BABY: Yeah, you’re way more Flynn Rider than Prince Charming.
BROADWAY BABY: *GIF of Flynn Rider from Tangled saying, “Hi.”*
THE BIG HAMMER: Well…he gets the princess in the end, so I’ll take it, but I don’t want a GIF. I want a picture of you.
BROADWAY BABY: You’re ridiculous, you know that?
THE BIG HAMMER: This may be true, but it doesn't change the fact that I need a picture of you.
BROADWAY BABY: It’s only been 3 days since you saw me.
THE BIG HAMMER: Doesn’t matter. Give it to me.
THE BIG HAMMER: *GIF of Chris Pratt pointing down and saying, “Right now.”*
BROADWAY BABY: Oooo…Chris Pratt is hot.
THE BIG HAMMER: *angry face emoji*
BROADWAY BABY: Don’t worry, big boy. Hemsworth is still her favorite of the Chris-es
THE BIG HAMMER: Hey Zoey!
BROADWAY BABY: Hey, handsome.
THE BIG HAMMER: Can you do me a favor before Mels realizes you stole her phone?
BROADWAY BABY: Sure! What do you need?
BROADWAY BABY: *GIF of Steve Carell leaning forward, waiting*
THE BIG HAMMER: You’re my kind of people, Zo. Can you take a picture of my girl and send it to me? She’s refusing to do it.
BROADWAY BABY: I got you.
THE BIG HAMMER: How was your day, baby?
BROADWAY BABY: It was good. How about yours? Congrats on the win BTW.