The Penalty Box (Vancouver Wolves Hockey #3)(36)

“Are we talking about Mica Petrov?”

She smirked. “Yup. So, you want to hang out at the next game? I go to all the home games, but I can’t stand the WAG box.”

I didn’t quite know if I should infringe on Mica’s personal friendships. “Are you doing this because Mica asked you?”

“I’m doing this because I want front-row seats for the show.”

I had no idea what that meant, but I also didn’t relish sitting alone for a season of home games by myself. An offer of friendship from someone who knew Mica and knew this situation felt like a gift. “I’d love to.”

“You okay?”

“I’m good. I just need a couple more moments.”

She started to head towards the door. “I’ll text you before the next game.”

And then she disappeared from view.

I couldn’t process tonight. The way Mica was treating me felt like a dream. I shut my eyes, remembering the touch of his hand around my waist, the way he had brushed hair from my eyes and stared into my eyes before dropping a lingering kiss on my mouth. It was intoxicating to be the center of his affection. Maybe this wasn’t an act? Maybe this chemistry was real? All I knew was that I wanted to get back to the party and let him tuck me under his arm.

I stepped out of the washroom and started to walk across the lobby.

Mica stood off to the side, in an intense conversation with the redhead. They were standing too close, and she had one hand on his arm and another one on his chest. They looked like a couple engaged in an intense, passionate conversation.

Three days ago, his hard cock was in my mouth. And trust me, he’ll be back.

My eyes met his across the lobby.

So, this was it. It had all been an act. The guy lasted one day of marriage and he was already engaging with one of his old flames. He had promised he wouldn’t cheat on me, and I hadn’t entirely believed he’d be able to keep that promise, but it was a low blow to realize he couldn’t even make it through our party before making overtures to step out on me.

I felt stupid. I had fallen for his charms tonight, forgetting that it was all just an act. Part of me had believed in those hot kisses he had pressed on my mouth. My shame came from opening myself up to him. I had felt real things tonight, and I felt shocked to understand it meant nothing to him.

I faltered before turning and walking towards the front doors. I had no idea where I was going. I only knew I needed to escape.





Chapter 12





MICA





“You don’t want her,” Sabrina pleaded. “Don’t you remember how it was with me?”

I looked down at the redhead whom I had hooked up with once six months ago. When I woke up in her bed, I found her going through my phone and wallet, and that was the last time I spoke to her.

“There wasn’t much worth remembering.” I worked to untangle her tentacle arms that continuously tried wrapping around me.

I lifted my eyes up and took in Charlie’s shocked face. Shit. This looked bad. It didn’t surprise me when she spun around and headed towards the front door.

I stepped out of Sabrina’s reach and made fast work to catch up to Charlie. The alcohol in my veins slowed me down, and she was faster than she looked. It wasn’t until we were both outside that I managed to reach and grab her arm, spinning her around.

“Where are you going?”

She looked defiantly at me. “What do you care?”

That was a loaded question. “You can’t leave.”

She was spitting mad. She stepped up to me and leveled me with one look. “Why don’t you let that redhead take my place? She seemed pretty convinced it was just a matter of time before you were back in her bed.”

God, she was adorable when she was worked up. “There’s nothing there with Sabrina.”

“I’m not blind, Mica. I saw how you two were talking in the lobby, like secret lovers stealing a moment. I told you I wouldn’t let you humiliate me.”

“I was telling her to take a hike.”

“She was all over you.”

Emotional women turned me off, but an emotional Charlie seemed to only make me hotter. I grabbed her hard around the waist, yanking her against me before planting my mouth where her angry words had been. She struggled against my kiss, which only made me want her more.

What is wrong with me?

It took only a moment, and then I felt her entire body submit to my kiss. I groaned and deepened it. Fuck, she tasted good. I had been stealing kisses all night, but nothing had come close to how I really wanted to kiss her. Now I had her in my arms, and I was destroying her mouth. I was like a starved man, ravenous and out of control.

To my surprise, she met my passion with her own. She moaned and wrapped her slender arms around my neck, lifting her body against mine, rubbing up against me. She took everything I gave and then some. This kiss felt like hardcore foreplay that needed to explode into fast, hot sex.

My hands were all over her body, yanking her ass up so her body rubbed against the cock that strained through my pants. I pulled her blouse out of the back of her pants, so my fingers could touch the soft skin of her back. I was drunk on desire and I couldn’t seem to get enough. It would never be enough until I buried my cock deep inside her. While my body continued to maul her, my mind was already planning how I could make that happen.