THREE WEEKS LATER
I’m so annoyed and offended right now.
It’s one thing to be shot and for the whole team to butcher my championship and bragging rights, but it’s another thing entirely when I don’t get to play for months.
Meaning seasonfinitofor me.
Goodbye, my college hockey career. You were fun while you lasted.
Everyone better remember the absolute legend that is the league’s prince.
Now, I’m reduced to a mere spectator with Vee and her sister, Depeche Mode.
We just finished watching a game where Marcus was simply an attention whore.
Does hehaveto look so hot while being rugged, sweaty, and a violent machine? Jude and Kane targeted him like crazy the entire time. Vee, thesupposed“pacifist,” was screaming with excitement whenever Jude checked him.
Big man better count his days.
Listen, I don’t like Marcus checking Jude, but I totally don’t like it the other way around either.
The prick didn’t seem too bothered, though. Every once in a while, he would stare at me. Once, he pointed at me after he scored, and Vee thought he was taunting me.
He wasn’t.
Last night, he fucked me slowly—he’s only ever done that recently, no matter how much I tell him I’m feeling fine.
“You’re not fine. The doctor said no exertion,” he said, pulling me to the crook of his arm.
That’s where I’ve fallen asleep every night since I was discharged from the hospital. In the crook of his arm, kissing his throat softly or biting it, because I’m a vampire that way.
As I was nibbling on his neck, he said that if he wins tonight, I should move in with him full-time. Not in his mom’s house, but another place.
Only the two of us.
“Just because my highness isn’t out there doesn’t mean you can win. You’re underestimating Kane and Jude.”
“You’re underestimating how far I’d go to have you all to myself, baby,” he whispered in my ear, then bit down on the shell.
Apparently, I’m the one underestimating Marcus’s resolve after all. Despite Kane and Jude’s prowess and double-team effort, Marcus ends the game with one final goal just as the buzzer echoes in the air.
Talk about goal-oriented.
The spectators clap for the Vipers’ legendary performance. It was a challenging game, mainly because Marcus was every-fucking-where.
Yes, he hasthattype of inhuman stamina.
And even though I’m in the mood to bitch at our team for losing, I’m more distracted by the sight of him.
“Pres, you coming?” Vee asks me as Daphne grabs her arm.
“You go ahead.” I grin. “Meet you outside, Auntie Vee.”
She smiles. “That will never stop sounding a bit weird.”
“Hey, listen, Jude keeps taunting me that when he marries you, he’ll be my uncle, and that’s cruel. Weird is better than cruel. Just saying.”
She bites the corner of her lip. “He said that?”
