Breaking Away (Assassins, #5)(46)

Reese sure wasn’t in knots…



Where are you at?

Phillip leaned against the wall of the arena with a grin on his face. He had been excited about seeing Reese all day but, like always, she was late. After being gone for three away games in the east, he was glad to be back home. Not only did he miss Claire, he missed Reese. They talked every day, but it wasn’t enough. He wanted to touch her, and feel her against him. He was hard just thinking about her.

I’m turning in. Sorry, I suck.

You don’t suck, but I do have something you can suck on.

When his phone started ringing, he laughed. Answering, he said, “Too much?”

“I almost crashed my f*cking car! Jeez.”

“Shouldn’t text and drive, it’s dangerous,” he said as his smiled grew when he saw her pulling in.

“I wasn’t. I was at a stop light and then all of a sudden, I get that and almost take out a beamer.”

“Damn women drivers,” he teased as he watched her park her little blue Prius.

“Haha,” she said as she slammed the door and then hung up her phone. “Ass,” she then called out to him as she made her way to him. He always loved the way she walked, but most of all, he loved the way she looked. She was gorgeous, but she had such a carefree look. In a pair of tight black jeans, a white, over-sized tee, and a bright yellow scarf, she looked great, but the best part was her hair. He loved how long it was, and how it fell bone straight down her shoulders. He wanted nothing more than to eat her up. Ever since she said hockey wasn’t sexy, he had made it his mission to show her it was. He had a whole day planned, full of skating and shooting pucks, and then hopefully him scoring at the end. Off the ice, of course. Or on. Really anywhere in his opinion. With the look in her eyes, he was sure it wouldn’t be too hard.

Stopping in front of him with a sneaky grin, she said, “Hey there.”

He wanted to say he missed her. He wanted to wrap her in his arms and never let go but, instead, he said, “Hey.”

“So why am I meeting you here?”

He reached for the door, opening and directing her in as he said, “You said hockey wasn’t sexy, so I’m going to prove you wrong.”

“Oo, I must say, I’m a little excited for this.”

He watched as she walked passed him and took in the beauty of her nice ass before following behind her.

“You should be,” he said as they walked down the hall that would lead them to the locker rooms before taking them to the ice. The arena was empty today. The team had practice this morning, but everyone was already gone. Phillip decided today was the perfect time to take Reese on the ice. They wouldn’t be bothered, and that’s how he wanted it, just in case they wanted to get freaky on the ice.

One could hope.

Nothing else was said as the two made their way to the locker room. Once there, Phillip had some gear sat out for the both of them to change into. He threw off his shorts, slid up his girdle, and was tying it when Reese looked back at him from the equipment that waited for her.

“You got gear for me?”

“Sure,” he said with a shrug. “You don’t like it?”

“I do, but you could have told me. I would have gotten some myself,” she said, looking back down at him.

“What’s the big deal?”

“You shouldn’t buy stuff for me.”

“Why?” He laughed.

“Because we aren’t dating.”

His laughter stopped when she glanced back at him. She was serious. It wasn’t that he was delusional, he knew they weren’t a couple, but surely as much sex as they’ve been having, they were something more than just a quick lay.

“I understand that, but if I want to buy you something, I will.” She rolled her eyes before biting on her lip. She was holding something back, and that bothered him. He asked, “What… are we not even friends?”

She shot him a look that told him that was a stupid question. “Of course we are, it’s just I don’t want you getting attached.”

He laughed out loud before pointing to himself. “Me? Get attached? Please, I am the least attachable person.”

Well, he used to be. Then she came in, rocked his world, and left him a little attached. Just a little though.

She smiled as she reached for her girdle. “All right, just making sure.”

He watched her face scrunch in confusion, and he could tell there was something more to this.

“Why?” he found himself asking.

“No reason.”

“No, there is,” he said. He could tell.

She eyed him, her eyes narrowed. They stayed staring into each other’s eyes, until finally she said, “Okay, so Claire is totally against us seeing each other.”

He let out a breath; he should have known this had something to do with Claire. “I know.”

“And?” she asked, her face full of concern.

“And I’m not getting attached. I want to have fun, I want to enjoy your body and mind, and that’s it. When we get sick of each other, we’ll call it quits, no hard feelings. She doesn’t need to know anything.”

“She thinks I’ll stop caring about her because you’ll break my heart.”

“Not gonna happen on either account.”