Her gaze comes to mine.
“The jersey?”
Softness in those pretty blue eyes…and heat. “I think I might be able to be convinced.”
I touch her cheek. “Yeah?”
She lifts on tiptoe, her voice for my ears only. “Depends on how well you play with your stick.”
“Fuck,” I whisper as my dick goes hard again.
“What?” she whispers back.
“I—”
“It’s time to go Ms. C and Colt!” Adrian calls.
I take her hand. “I’ll tell you later, Teach.”
There’s a carpet rolled out onto the ice and the lights are bright, the players from both teams lined up next to their benches.
When I step out onto the ice—Kylie at my side, Adrian and his parents opposite her—there’s a rush of noise…
But it’s not the highlight video that starts playing on the Jumbotron or the roar of the crowd. It’s?—
I skate to the end of the carpet where a familiar woman is standing and?—
“Blake!”
My brother grins at me. “Hey, bro,” he says casually.
Casually.
When nearly every time we talked over the last weeks he was telling me how disappointed he was he couldn’t convince our parents to bring him.
He would come on his own, if he could.
But the logistics of transporting him and his medical supplies, his very expensive wheelchair…it’s a lot, especially when he’s the one with the health issues.
“Colt,” he says, nodding to the woman standing at his side—a woman I’ve only met on video chat, a woman who stares down at my brother adoringly. “This is Sara.”
“So nice to meet you.”
We hug then she steps back and I glance at Blake. “Are Mom and…”
I trail off when his smile flattens out.
Of course not.
I exhale, shove that down.
“How are you here?” I ask, but even before he answers, I know.
“Kylie arranged it.”
I look over my shoulder to where my girlfriend—no, where the woman who fucking owns me, especially after this, is standing.
She winks at me, her smile wide.
