“This is so much better than the other kind of boarding,” I murmured, my attention falling to her full, kissable lips. “But now I’m going to get turned on every time I’m in this corner during a game.”
Hand sliding up her neck, I held her in place as I crashed my lips to hers again. Kissing her was unreal, like everything else in the world instantly vanished the moment our lips came together.
And each time, she relaxed a little more. Softened somehow. Maybe it was a trust thing. Either way, it drove me crazy in the best possible way.
After a minute, we broke apart.
“Carter?” She held on to my forearms, breathless and wide-eyed. I was too, and definitely not from the skating.
“Yeah?”
“I’m going to lose my balance if you keep kissing me like that.”
“I got you,” I said, voice husky. “I won’t let you fall.”
Skating didn’t last long.
We burst into the locker room in a frenzy of kissing and groping. I sat on the bench and got out of my skates in ten seconds flat. Beside me, Bailey struggled with hers, not as accustomed to getting in and out of them quickly.
“Here.” I picked up her legs, turning her ninety degrees and taking her feet into my lap. I quickly loosened the laces, tugged off her skates, and placed them out of the way on the bench.
Then I pulled off my hoodie and tossed it aside. I picked her up, pinning her against the wall beside the lockers. Our lips collided, and everything exploded. It was different from any kiss we’d shared before: hurried and needy, hungry and wanting. Gripping the backs of her thighs, I lifted her off the floor and thrust against her, pressing between her legs. A whimper escaped the back of her throat. She wrapped her long legs around me as I pushed into her again, and she tilted her hips in rhythm with me.
Her mouth moved against mine, fingers digging into my shoulders. I was in the zone. So into her that it put me into some kind of trance. And so lost in her that at first, I barely heard the faint rumble of wheels rolling down the hallway. Then they got louder—and closer.
I tore my lips from hers, freezing as I listened to the approaching sound.
“What?” she asked.
“Shit,” I muttered. “It’s Roy.”
“Who’s Roy?” Bailey whispered, scanning my face nervously.
“Our custodian.” I glanced over my shoulder, calculating.
Her eyes widened. “We are so busted.”
“No, don’t worry. It’ll be fine.” I had no real reason to think that, but I didn’t want her to freak out. At least it was probably just Roy. I was 95 percent sure. If it was Coach Miller, we might have a problem.
“I’ll deal with him,” I said. “The bathrooms have stalls. You can hide in there.”
Bailey nodded. “Okay.” She darted around the corner, and a split second later, the door swung open. Roy walked in, pulling the janitorial cart behind him.
Thank Gretzky.
Scrambling to sit, I leaned an elbow on my bent knee and attempted to seem casual. The fact that I had a massive fucking hard-on made it a difficult task.
I waved at him. “Oh hey, Roy.”
“Chase?” His brow furrowed, then he glanced around the locker room in confusion. “What are you doing here so late?”
“Needed some extra ice time,” I said. “Coach said I had to work on my crossovers. You know how it is. The grind never stops.”
I’d done this numerous times before for practice purposes, but the one time I ran into someone, my presence here wasn’t even a little legitimate.
His eyes fell to the bench, landing on the second pair of skates. God dammit, why didn’t I hide Bailey’s stuff? With no blood supply above my waist, I could barely carry on a conversation, let alone strategize.
Roy cleared his throat. “I see.” He gave me a knowing look, fighting back a smile. “Well, I’ll start in the offices and let you get out of here before I circle back. Have a good night, son.”
“Thanks,” I said. “You too.”
He pulled the door open, and it swung shut behind him.
“All clear,” I called softly. Bailey tiptoed back into the changing area. Her face was six shades of red.
“Oh my god,” she said, covering her mouth. “Is he gone?”
“Yup. We’re good. Just a close call.”
She didn’t need to know that we were totally busted. But I was pretty sure Roy wouldn’t tell anyone. He was a nice guy. I always gave him a hundred bucks at Christmas as a thank you for cleaning up after our gross asses. If he kept this under wraps, I would double it.
Our eyes locked, and Bailey stifled a laugh, shaking her head.
“See?” she said. “I knew you were trouble.”
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BAILEY
The sexual tension between us was high after I spent the night with Chase last weekend, but it was nothing compared to the atmosphere in the truck after the arena.
The ache between my legs made it impossible to focus on anything else.
I kept stealing glances at him in the darkness of the vehicle, his face illuminated by flashes of streetlights. Strong jawline, sinewy forearms, large hands that I desperately wanted all over my body again. It was torture. And by the tension he was holding in his body and the way he gripped the steering wheel, he felt the same way.
It was only a ten-minute drive, but by the time we made it through the front door to his house, I thought we both might spontaneously combust.
Wordlessly, he led me upstairs to his room and let me enter first. I slid my bag off my shoulder and set it next to the nightstand with shaky hands. I couldn’t turn around. Couldn’t look at him just yet. Desire thrummed in my veins, dizzying me like a drug. He’d been hesitant with me so far, afraid to take things any further…but I wanted him to.
Chase shut the door behind him and closed the distance between us in a few long strides. Suddenly, he was pressing up against me from behind, a wall of muscle and warmth. His intoxicating scent surrounded me, relaxing me while simultaneously arousing me.
He gathered up my hair, tucking it over one shoulder to expose the opposite side of my neck. I leaned back against his body and let my eyelids flutter shut as I tilted my head, surrendering. His lips landed on the skin below my ear, planting a trail of open-mouthed kisses down to my collarbone. The ache in my legs grew, begging for his touch.
“Those little moans you were making in the locker room almost did me in, James.” His voice rumbled in his chest, flush against my back. Warm, slightly rough palms smoothed down the sides of my arms, leaving behind a trail of goose bumps.
“Too bad we were interrupted,” I said.
He grabbed my hips and turned me to face him, grinning wolfishly. “But now we’ve got all night.”
My breath caught as I regarded him, working through the implications. As great as the prospect sounded, it created a lot of pressure.
My expression must have given me away, because his softened.
“Remember our talk?” His tone was gentle.
I was standing on a precipice now, deciding whether to jump. But the truth was, I already had.
“I trust you.” I nodded, sucking on my bottom lip before releasing it. “I want…you.”
Chase’s lips tipped up. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
Midnight eyes traced my face, dropping to my mouth. Then they sank lower, skimming the rest of my body in a way that made me feel naked while fully clothed.
Chase lifted his gaze back up to meet mine. My stomach fluttered as he placed a hand between my shoulder blades, easing me onto the bed. He leaned on his elbows, hovering over me. The hard length of him pressed up against my pelvis, sending desire coiling between my legs.
He nuzzled my neck, inhaling deeply against my skin and exhaling with a low groan.
Luke had wanted sex.
But Chase? He wanted me.
His broad hands landed on the strip of bare skin beneath the hem of my sweater, lifting it slightly.
“Can I?” he murmured.
I nodded. “Yes.”
Carefully, he tugged it off over my head and tossed it aside. He sat back on his knees and bit back a grin, shaking his head.