I reach up, placing my hand on his arm, squeezing tightly to get his attention. “What are you doing?” I ask.
Finally, he finds an open door. The sign on it says it’s the physical therapist, reminding me that I need to tell Milton that the Krakens’ therapist got back with me this morning. She's planning on making a house call, but it has to be at my parents’ house. I don’t want her getting any flack for seeing a Scorpion. Apparently, the PT the Scorpions have is a rookie according to her. It’s why the team has so many problems with injuries; he can’t properly treat them. I thank God that Milton mentioned his wrist was still bothering him so I could help him get seen by someone who actually knows what they’re doing.
“Now, I have you all alone,” he says, shutting the door behind us.
“You do for now.” I swallow, taking a moment before continuing to speak. “But Lincoln asked if I’d sleep with him tonight, and I said yes.”
Korbin’s mouth curves up at the edges.
“Is that so?”
I barely have time to react before he’s leaning in, nipping gently at my ear. My breath hitches as he shifts his head and gazes at me, making sure I see exactly what he’s going to say.
“Then I guess you’re mine right now.”
The air shifts between us to something more charged, intimate. His warm hands slip under the hem of my sweater, rubbing along my bare flesh just above my jeans. He backs me up gently against the padded table. He kisses me—deep, unhurried, tasting like ice and determination. Just his touch has my perfume leaking out into the room, wrapping around us.
When he finally pulls back, his eyes are heated and his breath heavy.
“Now I’ll smell like you all practice. My own good luck charm. It’s going to drive Milton crazy.”
I swat playfully at his chest, laughing. “You’re impossible.”
“And you love it.”
I can’t deny it. I do.
“As much as I hate it, I need to get back. I just needed to feel you. Let’s go find my brother.”
He takes my hand in his, and we slip out of the room before we both say screw it and fuck on the table. When we make it to the exit door, Lincoln’s standing there grinning.
57
Korbin
Practice finally ends,and the second I step off the ice, Milton smells her on me. He was giving me the side-eye behind his goalie mask during practice, but now that we’re side by side, he can smell her on my uniform from rubbing on me in the PT room.
I don’t even have time to pull my gloves off before his head snaps my way. His eyes darken, not angry or competitive, but sharp and feral in a way that means he’s already cataloging every place her scent clings to me. And I let him.
Let him smell her on me, because it means she’s safe, means she wanted my hands on her, means she walked away from me calm and smiling.
He exhales slowly through his nose.
“Well,” he drawls. “Really?”
I smirk, tugging my helmet free. “She needed me.”
And that truth settles deep in my chest. She chose me in that moment, and I’ll never forget it.
Milton’s mouth curves, not offended, not threatened. Turned on in that quiet way he gets when he’s thinking about her too hard.
“Yeah,” he mutters. “I can tell.”
Her scent is all over me. On my neck. My collarbone. My hands. And I know damn well it’s on him too, just from proximity. She doesn’t even have to touch us to mark us like that.
Milton falls into step beside me as we head toward the locker room.
He nudges my shoulder, low and casual. “Hope you left something for me tonight.”
