Good Boy (WAGs #1)(73)

“Pharmacology,” she corrects. “And yes.”

“Don’t. I bet you aced it.”

“I wish I could be as confident as you.”

A smile touches my lips. “That’s your problem, J-Babe. You’re lacking in confidence.” I shift closer and capture her delicate chin with one hand. “Look at that hottie in the mirror,” I order.

Her head tilts toward me. “Blake.”

“Nope, just look.” I force her chin to the side so she has no choice but to look straight on. “See that sexy mama peering back at you? What’s her name?”

“Jess Canning.” Her dry voice tells me she’s humoring me.

“Yup, it’s Jess Canning.” I sweep my thumb over her jaw. “And who’s Jess Canning?”

A groove appears in Mirror-Jess’s forehead. “What do you mean?”

“Who is she, baby?”

“I…” She sounds even more confused.

“You need a hint? Okey-dokey. Repeat after me, okay? I’m Jess Canning.”

“No,” she grumbles.

Mirror-Blake arches his brow.

“Oh, fine. I’m Jess Canning.” But she’s rolling her eyes as she says it.

“I’m going to be the best goddamn nurse on the goddamn planet.”

She hesitates, so I pinch her chin.

“I’m going to be the best goddamn nurse on the goddamn planet.”

“I am strong and confident. Nothing keeps me down. I can achieve whatever I set my mind to. I’m the brightest crayon in the box. The sharpest skate on the ice. I eat weaklings for breakfast and spit ’em out. I am woman, hear me roar—”

Jess doubles over in laughter. It’s the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard. “I’m not saying all that,” she says between giggles.

I fix her with a serious look. “Fine. Just the first part then.”

The amusement in her big brown eyes falters, but then it’s replaced with a gleam of determination. Pride wells up in my chest as Jess crosses her arms and glares at her own reflection.

“I am strong and confident. Nothing keeps me down. I can achieve whatever I set my mind to.”

“That’s my girl.” I smack her perfect ass. “Now get dressed before I bend you over this counter and fuck your brains out. We’ve both got somewhere to be.”

Her eyes meet mine in the mirror, twinkling playfully. “Bend me over and I promise I’ll go boom in two minutes, tops.”

A groan rises in my throat. My cock rises just as fast.

Then it’s on like beer pong, and another surface of the apartment is properly christened.



We’re in the elevator by nine thirty, which gives me plenty of time to speed over to the rink. Best thing about ten o’clock practices is that I get to bypass morning rush hour. Jess is checking her phone as I punch the lobby button, but when I put my arm around her shoulder, she leans in and brushes an absentminded kiss on the bottom of my chin. I love how touchy-feely she’s becoming. It’s such a turn-on.

Smiling, I run my fingers over the side of her throat, but the skin there is so soft that I can’t not kiss it. So I start kissing it. Jess moans and lets her phone drop into her purse.

“You’re such a horndog,” she accuses.

Like that’s a bad thing. “Mmm-hmmm.” I lick a path up her neck to her jaw, then kiss my way to her lips. When our mouths meet, she makes an anguished sound and then practically attacks me with her tongue.

Cheezus. I cannot get enough of this girl. I want to do this forever. Kiss her. Fuck her. Love her—

Love her?

The thought barely takes root before the elevator doors ding open, and suddenly an astonished voice fills the small car.

“What the…? Jess?”

We break apart so fast that the back of my skull bounces off the wall. Oh shitballs. Wes is standing open-mouthed in front of the doors. He’s got a hockey bag slung over one shoulder, a travel mug in his hand and a horrified expression on his face.

Behind him, Jamie stands looking every bit as surprised.

“Oh my fucking God,” Wes bursts out, his gaze pinging between me and Jess. “I did not just see you two lip-locked. That is so not cool.”

Jess recovers a lot quicker than I do. “Good morning to you, too, Wes. Can I have a sip of your coffee?”

His jaw stays unhinged. He stares at her, then at me again, then at the doors that are slowly sliding back together. In a flash, he thrusts out a hand to stop the doors from closing, then lunges into the elevator.

Still looking stunned, Jamie hops in after him.

The doors shut and then we’re all just trapped there together with Wes’s reddening face. He growls like a pissed off she-wolf, jams his finger in my chest and actually threatens me. “Paws off my sister. I mean it.”

“Oh. My. God,” Jess squeaks. “I’m a grown-up! And older than you! I was having dirty, filthy sex when you were still trading hockey cards.”

“Ahhh!” Wes tries to cover his ears, even while holding a mug in one hand, but I hear Jamie snort.

Honest to God, I’m offended right now. “What’s the big deal, anyway? You like me.” Shit. I thought they did.

“Your track record,” Wes says, dropping his hands. “It’s not good.”