Page 59 of Risking the Pucking Defense

There have only been a handful of times when my happiness was completely genuine, and that was when a certain five-foot-two, fierce goddess of a woman walked into the room. She’s been in and out all day, and every sighting of her perked me up, but the times she stayed and watched, got involved, or changed something up, were the best parts of my day.

Watching her absolutely dominate her role is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Well, aside from that red bikini. Goddamn, that was something else.

“Man, I can’t wait to get back on that ice,” Linc says as I follow him back to the dressing room after we’ve been dismissed for the day.

“Funny. Weren’t you only saying a few days ago that you weren’t ready?” Rett teases.

“I know, but now we’re back, I’m fucking gagging for it.”

“That’s what she said,” Killer jokes a beat before Rett slams him against the wall.

“That’s my fucking sister,” Rett snarls, getting right in his face, only to be shoved away by Linc.

“And my fucking wife.”

“And his trainer,” the woman in question shouts from down the hallway. “Stand down, boys, I can fight my own battles. And I know exactly how to make Killer cry like an itty-bitty baby.”

“As if,” Killer mutters as he pushes from the wall.

“Ah, so you weren’t begging me to stop the other day when we were working on your hamstring?”

“No.” He sulks. “I don’t remember any such thing.”

Parker shakes her head and ducks into the trainers’ room, revealing the woman standing behind her talking to Brooke and Coach.

Hailee glances up, and she gives me a double take, as if she wasn’t expecting to see me standing here.

A smile pulls at her lips, and suddenly, I feel ten feet tall.

The guys continue, but my legs refuse to keep going—and thank fuck they don’t because not two seconds later, Hailee excuses herself and closes the distance between us.

“Hey,” I say as butterflies erupt in my stomach.

“Hey,” she replies with a soft smile. “How did you find today?”

“Yeah, you know. Hard as fuck but also good.”

“No one said anything, did they?”

I shake my head.

“Good. They were under strict orders.”

“Hails,” I breathe, grateful as fuck for her and needing her to know it.

“Hayden,” she warns, her fierce tone sending a rush of desire through me.

Would she be as commanding and dominant in the bedroom? I’d fucking love to find out.

“Thank you,” I say, dragging my head out of the gutter.

“Any problems, you know where my office is.”

I take a step forward, unable to stop myself.

“I know where your apartment is, too,” I rasp, ducking my head to keep eye contact with her.

“Hayden.”