“Did you think it was an illegal hit?”
“The refs said it was a clean hit. How did you feel about that, Bouche?”
“Will you be playing next season?”
“Are you going to retire?”
The questions come at me like heavy rain, making it difficult to process all of them, but I find myself quickly enough.
“I don’t think of Patrick Troy as a player. The refs can see whatever they want, but I saw what I saw and I didn’t think it was cool. Good night.”
“What about next season? Are you coming back? What do you say to the fans who think you’ve already lost your edge?”
Oof. That one stings. I stop walking and glare in the direction of the reporter who asked that question.
“I’ll ask them what they think when we’re holding the cup in three months.”
A few of the reporters chuckle before I continue.
“As for next season, you guys will find out in due time.” I wave and keep walking. Their attention shifts to Hen and Greene leaving, and I use the reprieve to exit the arena and walk to my car.
I’m pleasantly surprised when Wraith is already there waiting for me.
“Good game, D-Man.”
“Thanks.”
“How’s your lip?”
“Just fine.”
“Good.” He grips my chin, and I think he’s going to pull me in for a kiss, but he doesn’t. “You’re so fucking sexy on the ice.”
“You’re fucking sexy all the time.”
A gorgeous smile tugs at his lips as his eyes heat. “Want to go fuck?”
“Hell yeah. I haven’t thought of anything else since you texted me earlier.”
“Same. I’ll ride with you.”
Nodding, I press the key fob to unlock the door. It’s a little milder tonight than it has been, the promise of spring on the horizon, but I’m still shivering, and I’m pretty sure it’s not because of the temperature.
Wraith joins me in the car, and as I pull out of the parking lot, I glance over at him.
“You’re an interesting man.”
He chuckles. “I am?”
“Kind of mysterious, but somehow you still seem like an open book. Which is it?”
“You’d have to tell me. I’m not keeping secrets.”
Hmm. I guess that could be true. Sure feels like he is though. Like he has some kind of secret life I’m not privy to, but then why would I be? This is a hookup situation and nothing more.
“Can’t wait to take you apart,” he purrs, his voice deep and raspy.
I clear my throat as my cock stiffens. “Would you let me fuck you?”
