I guess what happened in my bed last night had something to do with that.
Just thinking about it now gets my dick hard.
We didn’t have sex, but Sylvan and I were both pressed against her body, and her small breaths while she slept drove us crazy. Our eyes locked in the dark, and I know we both wantedto tear her apart, but neither of us did. It was torture, but I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.
I take a drink from my beer, my knee pressing into her thigh.
“Some fucker knows we’re together,” Sylvan says lightly.
We exchange looks over her head.
“How?” she asks, but she doesn’t seem unnerved by it.
“Rumors travel fast.” We both know it wasn’t the rumor. It was the blood. You don’t pop off on someone chirping if there isn’t truth in it. “Our team has seen you at every game, we don’t exactly hide when we’re out, and maybe when someone asked Sylvan about it, he told him to fuck off with murder in his eyes, so you’re ours now.”
“Oh, am I?” she taunts me.
Sylvan grabs the back of her neck, and she freezes, eyes still on me, but she isn’t actually afraid.
She knows better now.
“You are,” I say, dead serious.
“And anyone who saysanythingabout you is getting hurt,” Sylvan finishes. “As you saw.”
Neve grins, her gorgeous smile flashing. She looks so light and relaxed, like she belongs here between the two of us.
And she does.
I don’t know what it means for our futures, but I do know we’re never going to let her fucking go.
“Oh, look who it is.” Ryles’s voice sounds behind me and I grit my teeth as Neve lifts her eyes up to him, but I smile a little to myself when her own grin slips off her face.
Still a cold-hearted bitch when she wants to be, and I’m good with it.
“The three lovebirds,” Ryles continues in a singsong voice as he leans against the bar at my side. “How do you deal with one of these, let alone two?” he asks Neve.
Sylvan still hasn’t taken his fingers from the back of her neck.
“Careful what you say to her,” he says softly, “you saw the blood on the ice.”
Ryles lifts his hands. “Hey, hey, I didn’t say anything inappropriate. I mean,” out of the corner of my eye, I see him gesture toward us, “this is a thing, right?”
I turn to him then, my body blocking Neve from his sight. We lock eyes, and he’ll listen to me, because I’m his captain, and I don’t say things I don’t fucking mean.
“Yes,” I tell him. “It’s a thing. And if you want to head off to Las Vegas in the summer and show them what you’re made of, you’re not going to flirt with her, you understand? They don’t want an injury.”
Neve wraps her arm around my throat, pulling me back into her body as she stands behind me.
“Ignore him,” she says to Ryles, who looks like he’s seen a ghost. “He needs his dick in my mouth tonight and he’ll be back to normal.”
Fuck.She says it like we’ve done it dozens of times, which is only a fraction of how often I’ve imagined it.
Ryles exhales, but his complexion is still pale.
I grab Neve’s arm and I can’t help it. A laugh leaves me at her crassness, and her possessiveness, and the fact she isn’t afraid to tell everyone she’s with both of us.
Fuck, I think I might love her.
