I shrug as I lower myself onto the bleacher, wincing as the cold metal of the seat seeps through the bare skin of my thighs. “I think you’re two idiots in love. Nothing weird about it, babe.”
Her grin widens, and she tosses her long, auburn hair over her shoulder, her attention moving back toward Saint on the ice.
Against my better judgment, almost as if I have no control at all, I find myself searching for Wilder.
Casually.Verynonchalantly, of course.
I spot him on the other side of the rink on skates, a whistle around his neck and a clipboard in his hand. The dark gray hoodie he’s wearing hangs loosely on his body, but thesweatpants do nothing to conceal the thick, powerful muscles of his thighs.
Thighs that I shamelessly rode as he pinned me against the wall of the bathroom.
Thighs that effortlessly held me up as he slowly sank inside of me until we were both gasping for air.
“Maisie?”
I jolt when I feel a hand wrap around my arm, heat flashing to my cheeks at aimlessly daydreaming about this stupid man.
My gaze shoots to Lennon, and I clear my throat as a cough overtakes me, and she pats me gently on the back until I might die of embarrassment.
“Sorry,” I squeak. “I was just, uh… thinking about the paper I have due tomorrow. What did you say?”
Her brow arches. “Oh no, you are not getting out of coming with us to Jack’s! Mais, come on, I feel like it’s been forever since we’ve hung out.”
“I’m not backing out. I swear. I was just making a mental checklist of all the things I need to do, that’s all. Plus,you’rethe one who’s been too busy getting railed twenty-four seven to hang out with your bestie,” I tease, bumping my shoulder against hers and waggling my eyebrows.
“Maisie!” she hisses as she glances around us.
“What?” I giggle. “You know it’s true. I’m just living vicariously through you.”
After biting the corner of her lip and pretending that she’s this innocent little prude she no longer is, she finally grins, covering her cheeks. “Speaking of, did Bennett ask you out again?”
“Yep. Three times.” I roll my eyes with a laugh, dragging my gaze back to the ice, where I find him standing next to Saint. “I’ve got to hand it to him, he’s optimistically persistent, but I told him no. As always. He’s just… not really my type.”
Apparently, hiscoachis though.
I swallow, quickly stealing another secret glance at Wilder. He’s showing the guys something with a hockey stick, his words short and clipped, yet they’re hanging on to every word.
I was not expecting to feel so… turned on by the sight of him on skates, holding a hockey stick. Coaching. There’s just something so authoritative… so natural about the way he handles it, effortlessly working it between his large hands.
“Bennett’s coming with us tonight, so I’m sure that number will increase to four.” Len giggles, and I can hear the eye roll in her voice.
But my attention is still unfortunately on the man that it shouldn’t be.
He’s closer now, having skated over to another group of guys, so close that I can hear the deep, thunderous command of his voice while he gives them instructions.
I hate that my body responds, a flush of goose bumps trailing beneath the fabric just from watching him, from hearing his voice. It sends a shiver down my spine, and I rub my hands up and down my arms through my too-thin jacket that I threw on before coming here.
It’s like my body recalls that night every time we’re in proximity, and I don’t know how to make that stop.
How to turn it off.
I’m caught off guard as he looks up and his sharp gaze suddenly connects with mine, as if he felt my eyes on him.
Like he’s drawn to me in the same way that I am to him, even if it’s forbidden.
Even if it’s wrong.
My stomach dips as I drag my tongue along my bottom lip to wet them, and his eyes narrow into slits, and he looks away.
