“I am not tiny—you are just overgrown morons! And I’m not cute! I am pissed off!”
“See? Adorable,” Levi says, reaching out to ruffle my hair.
I duck away from his hand. “Don’t you dare patronize me right now!”
“We’re not patronizing you,” Landon says. “We’re only saying, if you respond to our messages like a good little sister, we wouldn’t have to ditch our classes to come check on you.”
“You ditched class to come here?”
“Media Relations,” Levi says. “Boring as hell.”
“That’s not the point!” I shout as I throw my hands up in exasperation. “You can’t just show up every time you think I’m making questionable decisions.”
“We can when those decisions involve Gravepoint players,” Landon says firmly.
I look back toward the building, where Knox, Jagger, and Riven are probably still standing in the hallway, wondering what the hell happened.
“This is stupid,” I mutter.
“This is family,” Levi corrects. “And family looks out for each other.”
“Even when family is being completely unreasonable and embarrassing?”
“Especially then.” Landon grins. “We don’t want you to get hurt.”
I shake my head, but I can feel my anger fade. These two idiots drove an hour to check on me because I wasn’t texting back fast enough. It’s sweet and infuriating and exactly what I would expect them to do.
“Next time, just call,” I say finally.
“Next time, answer your damn messages,” Levi shoots back.
“Deal.”
“Good.” He pulls me into a hug that lifts me off my feet. “But stay away from Mercer.”
“And Holt,” Landon adds, joining the group hug. “And Kruger.”
If only they knew that their hockey rivals are not the ones they should want to protect me from.
Chapter Six
Riven
I like the silence before the day starts. No pucks clapping against boards. No coach yelling to do better. Just the weight of Knox’s lips around my cock, while I tell him how well he is doing.
He’s on his knees in front of me, his hand gripping my hip as I fist his hair and guide him where I want him.
“Fuck, Riv...” he groans, his voice muffled around my length.
My back digs into the counter’s edge, but I don’t move. I want him there, taking me apart before Jagger even?—
“Jesus fucking Christ,” a voice cuts in. “Can’t a man get a drink before he sees your cock?”
I don’t bother looking over, just glance down to where Knox’s mouth is still wrapped around me, and his grin is wicked as he peers up at me through his lashes.
“You could always join us,” I offer.
Jagger scoffs, dragging open the fridge like he’s walked in on this scene a hundred times before. “As much as I love watching you two swallowing each other’s swords, you know I’m more of apussy guy,” he says, twisting the cap off a cold bottle of water. “I love feeling it. Love eating it. Love smelling it.”
