Delayed Penalty (Crossing the Line, #1)(60)

If you did that shit around a hockey player, we were going to turn around and lay you out. We didn't give a f*ck.

I'd been in my fair share of bar fights, even before I was twenty-one, but I I'd been with Ami since I'd turned of age and didn't want to be away from her. Now here we were, inside a bar, and the guys were being dicks.

I was by no means a badass, and more times than not my mouth got me into situations my fists couldn't get me out of. I was a skilled fighter when I needed to be, but there were several times I had my ass handed to me. I liked to think I could hold my own with Trey.

I caught Trey's stare when Ami came back over to us, and he knew what he'd done. His eyes stopped on me, lighting up with surprise that maybe he'd pissed on my territory. He f*cking lived for shit like that.

He nodded, gestured with a tip of his head to Ami and then winked.

I didn't know what made him think we wanted him to come over to us, but he did and started to make conversation, conversation I wanted nothing to do with. I shoved him, letting him know, physically, he wasn't welcome on this side of the bar.

Catching himself against the table, two of his teammates were beside him. He looked at me, bent that I'd killed his chance to score. What he didn't realize was his chance to score belonged to me.

"What's your f*cking problem?"

"My f*cking problem is you." I gave him a threatening smile. "Get lost."

"Hey, man, I'm not looking for anything special. Just a quick introduction to the twin cities," he said, looking to Ami again.

"I'll introduce you to twin cities all right," I snapped, Ami's eyes immediately shooting to mine. I could feel her staring at me, wondering where this was going to go.

"Relax, Mase," Trey drawled, his lips twisting into a smile. A look of defiance crossed his face. He turned to me, his back facing Ami. "She'll be back on your dick tomorrow. What's a little fun for one night?"

"Hey, f*cker, think your team can win if you're in the hospital?" I taunted, getting in his face.

Ami was in my face then. "We should go." She sprang forward, latching onto me. "Please?" she pleaded in a soothing voice, reaching her hand up to cup my chin, trying to turn my head to make me look at her. Rather than fight against her, I backed off and nodded when Ami added, "He's an * and not worth it."

Wrapping my arms around her, in a protective manner that couldn't be denied, I pulled her away from Trey and his buddies, my hand resting on the small of her back.

Surprisingly enough, I wasn't the one that laid the f*cker out. Remy was.

"Okay, hot shots," Callie teased merrily, a friendly grin on her face reminding me to take it easy. I let my guard down just a little, even if I was uncomfortable.

"What's his deal?" she asked, looking over at Trey one last time.

"We got drafted the same year." I sighed. "Any time you get two hot shot rookies looking for notoriety, you go head-to-head on the ice a lot."

For the next hour we stayed at the bar until finally we were asked to leave when Leo pissed on the side of the building. Little jerk had no class sometimes.

The real problem for me was every encounter I had like that, I imagined him being the guy that raped Ami. My mind played tricks with me and put his face to the unknown, and I was immediately drawn back into that night and was consumed with losing her.

When we got back to my place, Ami tried to relax me, and well, she succeeded as she always did.

She slowly slid her hand up my thigh, boldly skimming her fingers higher over my hips while I watched SportsCenter.

My eyebrow quirked, curious where she was going with it. Every day we were getting closer and more intimate. Every day we were learning more and becoming comfortable. Like a good line, we had a unity.

Spurred on by the look in her eyes, I raised my hand from the remote and touched the side of her face. It didn't take long before my mind was imagining certain spots of her naked, and yeah, I got hard.

Her hand moved, wrapping around my erection, which she could clearly see through my dress pants, and then squeezed firmly.

"You can't do that if you don't intend on taking care of it," I groaned, grabbing her wrist to stop her, and then pulled her down on top of me to lay on the couch.

She moved, her legs falling to either side of my hips, and sat up. Her hands slid down my chest to my stomach and then to the hem on her T-shirt. Peeling it off slowly, she winked at me when it was off and tossed it on the floor, along with her bra, too.

Without saying a word, she moved my hands that rested on her hips to behind my head.

I chuckled playfully, trying to keep from getting too excited, but the fact that she was pretty much in control here was hot as f*ck.

With my hands behind my head, I let her move at her own pace doing whatever she wanted to do. With shaking hands, she unbuttoned my black dress shirt and then reached for my buckle. Once she had that undone, she sat up o to pull my pants down around my knees but not off completely.

It took me a minute to realize what she was doing, but then it finally dawned on me when her mouth was on my dick. I jolted back just slightly, surprised that Ami, my innocent girl with her shyness, would want to do that. Fuck if I hadn't been dreaming about it, but damn, I never thought she'd want to do that or even knew how. She said nothing but gave me a look that asked if it was okay. I nodded, groaning deeply, and dropped my head back against the arm of the couch.