Pretty as fuck.
“Damn, Maisie,” Legros says as he skids to a stop in front of her, his mouth stuffed full of a guard so the words come out jumbled. He reaches up and yanks it out, his sweat-drenched brow hunched together. “What happened to your neck? You look like you got in a fight with a bush and lost, babe.”
Her eyes widen, fingers flying to the place in question.
Thank fuck she doesn’t look at me, even though I’m staring at her like I’ve lost my damn mind because I’m pretty sure it would be game over.
What I didn’t realize when she first walked out is that her neck? That spot just below her ear and the little dip at the hollow of her throat that I just licked is covered in a delicious pink-tinged burn from my beard.
I’m starting to recite stats in my head to keep my cock from getting hard in my sweatpants.
Christ.
I like marking her up like she’s mine far too much for something that could never happen. Even if there were a world where I wanted it.
“Uh, I…” she stutters, throat bobbing as she searches for an answer. Now, her cheeks are nearly the same color as the marks I left all over her. I bite the corner of my lip to stop from smiling. “Oh, you know, just a reaction to something. I’m not sure, honestly.”
Legros nods, leaning closer like he’s trying to inspect the spot. Finally, he shrugs. “Might wanna get a doctor to check it out. I can take you after practice if you need me?”
Yeah, not fucking happening, even if she were injured. He’s not taking her anywhere.
“No, I’m okay. I’m headed out anyway. Just wanted to pop in and see you guys on the ice while I was here. We can catchup later, okay? I don’t want you to get in trouble though. You should, um, go back to practice.”
“Yeah, you’re right.” He sighs and cuts a look at Taylor before popping his mouth guard back in. “Later, gorgeous.”
Once he’s gone, Maisie’s gaze catches mine, and a soft, knowing smile turns her lips up.
I skate closer, as if I’m going toward the group of guys running drills, and as I do, I lower my voice into a whisper for only me and her to hear. “Good thing he missed the hickey. I would say I’m sorry about it, but you and I both know that I’m not.”
CHAPTER 41
From: [email protected]
Subject: Congratulations!
Coach,
Congratulations on the win. The guys looked incredible out there, and so did you. You should be proud.
XO
Maisie
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From:[email protected]
Subject: RE: Congratulations!
Are we back to emailing now? Is this your way of punishing me for the hickey?
Still worth it.
Coach
