The Penalty Box (Vancouver Wolves Hockey #3)(64)

Yes, they’re real. Every single one of them.

“What did Mark say?”

“He’s on a flight here. To Vancouver. He wants to talk in person.”

I glanced at Mica, who had an indulgent smile on his face. “Do you mind?”

“My mother has practically moved in and I accidentally invited twenty-five people over for Christmas dinner. You will have to do worse than that to make me mind.”

Jasper clutched his chest. “I need booze to deal with this.”

He strode out of the bedroom and we heard him yell, “Mica, where do you keep your alcohol?”

I studied Mica’s mouth, loving how it curled into an amused smile. “Jasper wears his heart on his sleeve. You never have to guess how he’s feeling.”





*



Later that afternoon, Yelena and I worked on our Russian dinner while Mica took a vibrating Jasper to the airport to pick up Mark.

“You know, I haven’t seen my son this happy in a long time.” She stirred a pot.

I worked to carefully fold the dough of my pirozhki over the meat. “He likes having you around.”

She cackled. “I’d say it’s married life that makes him so happy.”

I wanted so badly to ask her more about his childhood. I needed to know why he was so against marriage, but before I could think of a way to ask, the front door slammed open. We both paused and watched as Jasper stomped by before heading into his guest room and slamming the door. A tall, athletic guy followed on his heels, and then we heard yelling.

I looked for Mica. “How did it go?”

He stood in front of me, looking at the counter. “Lots of shouting in the car. Are you making pirozhki?”

I looked at my misshapen lumps of dough. “Trying, but I’m struggling.”

He washed his hands before reaching both arms around either side of me. I loved the feeling of his warm breath on my neck. “You fold like this, pinch here, flip and pinch. It’s easy.”

I smiled at the perfect moon-shaped pirozhki. “You’re hired.”

The three of us cooked together, and it was a light-hearted time that included lots of laughter and vodka. Well, Yelena drank most of the vodka. Things had gone silent in Jasper’s room.

“You think they’ve made up?” I listened intently.

Mica shrugged. “Or they killed each other.”

Yelena ushered the dogs onto the deck so she could have a smoke. Mica, with a wicked look on his face, grabbed my hand and dragged me into the pantry.





Chapter 20





MICA





I closed the door, spun Charlie around and kissed her up against the door. Her mouth felt so damn good. My libido shot through the roof when she wrapped her arms around my neck. I grabbed handfuls of her ass and lifted her up off the floor, pinning her against the door with my body.

I trailed my mouth down her neck, loving how her skin tasted on my tongue.

Her fingers tangled in my hair. “You feel so good, Mica.”

I kissed her until she was breathless. She squeezed her legs tighter around my waist, pulling my hard cock against her apex through our clothes. When she suggestively ground against it, my plans for a hot kiss rapidly morphed into plans to get her naked. We were heading across the line again, but she didn’t seem opposed to the idea.

I lifted her down onto her legs and then crouched before her. I reached up and yanked her leggings and panties down past her hips.

Her gasp sounded scandalized. “Mica!”

I ignored her and pushed the fabric down to her ankles, lifting one of her legs free. I was eye level with her pussy. In an adorable move, she crossed her hands over herself. “What are you going to do?”

I’m going to blow your mind. I lifted my eyes to her face. She looked nervous, which meant she needed to let go. Sometimes pretending to take control away from someone gave them more control. And I was kind of an expert at that.

“Spread your legs for me,” I demanded.

Her breath was sharp as she stared down at me, debating her options.

I didn’t touch her except with my words. My dirty, hot words that I knew made her squirm. “Step wide and give my tongue access to that hot little pussy that so badly wants to get sucked.”

She took in a shuddery breath and then spread her feet apart.

“I said wide. I want your legs spread open so I can bury my entire tongue into you. I want access to all of you.”

She moved her legs apart so wide, my eyes could devour the sight. She was glistening pink and wet, her lush body unable to hide how turned on she was. I leaned back and looked up to her. “Now walk that pretty pussy over to my mouth.”

She swallowed convulsively and then stepped forward. I grabbed her ass and yanked her towards my mouth, gripping her hips tight as I got my first taste of paradise. Fuck. If I thought her mouth tasted good, her pussy tasted like a five-star meal. I worked my mouth over the length of her, feeling half-starved as I tried to taste all of her. Her fingers dug into my hair, pulling so tight, but I continued to do what I wanted to her pussy, ravishing it for my own satisfaction.

I could not get enough of her.

She was making all kinds of noises, shocked, crazed little noises that let me know she was still in the game. I lifted one of her thighs over my shoulder, knowing by how hard she grasped my hair that I was pulling her off balance. I yanked her ass tighter so I could push my tongue deep inside of her. I swirled the sensitive entrance with my tongue, loving her scent against my buried nose, unable to slow down the frenzy in which I feasted on her arousal.