Page 8 of One Winter Knight
Carlos looked at a map. “Yep.”
“Let’s see how fast she can really go.” Cowboy whooped, gunning the car, leaving my stomach in the middle of the road.
“Do it!” Carlos cheered as the fans watching echoed the sentiments, online gifts pouring in over the chat.
What a pickup. Inhaling Carlos’ scent, which reminded me of dark chocolate with a hint of spice, I kissed him as a thank you, while we sped down the street. The hand not wrapped around a phone continued to hold me tight.
Mmmm, just what I needed. I fucking loved his scent. Chocolate was my favorite treat.
“No fucking in the car please,” Cowboy said as he rounded another corner. “This isn’t my ride.”
“Noted. Though I’ve never fucked during a street race,” I replied. This would be a fun car to fuck in. It was adorable. There was even a little fairy hanging from the rearview mirror. Not sure whose it was, but they had good taste. It was alsoveryclean and smelled pleasant.
“Maybe we should try it on our trip. There are no speed limits where we’re going.” Carlos kissed me again.
“Not today, asshole,” Alpha Cowboy growled at someone as the car swerved.
Oh yes, he was an alpha. One that smelled like plums? No… pluots. My mouth watered.
“We’re almost there,” Carlos encouraged.
I looked up and could see the finish line, along with people waving and recording the race on their phones. Pulling my hat down, I snuggled into Carlos, as we crossed the finish-line andhalted with a jolt.
“Fuck yeah,” Cowboy shouted. The number, on the little monitor, blinkedthree.
The driver was probably around the same age as me–maybe a little younger. Who was he? Obviously a friend of Carlos’. But I wasn’t sure who. While I’d heard all about his friends, I hadn’t met any of them yet.
“Third place. Amazing.” Carlos let go of me to high-five his friend.
“And Hale-strom getsthird,” Cowboy told the camera. “Thanks for hanging out with me tonight. Special thanks to C-Man and his queen. I’m headed to Winter-Fest in Switzerland, so hit me up in the chat and tell me what you’d like to see next. Crowd surfing? Jumping off ski lifts? Snowboard stunts? This is Hale-strom signing off. Peace and beans.”
Taking the phone from Carlos, he ended the chat.
“That was fan-fucking-tastic, Hale,” Carlos told him. “Third place wins any money?”
“Yep.” He grinned as he turned the country music down. “That was a great call with the service tunnel. How did you even know it was there?”
Carlos’ look went bashful. “I might have performed at Roganfort Center a few times.”
“Doing what? Hockey Live?” Hale smirked.
“Um, Monstruo Lane Live.” Carlos ducked his head. “It was for charity.”
Aww, embarrassed Carlos wasadorable.
“Oh, right. You’re on that kids show my little sister likes.” He nodded.
“I’d see you perform live.” I gave him a kiss. I’m not sure a lot of people knew that Carlos Rodriguez, the hockey forward, was also on a bilingual, educational children’s show.
Hale turned to me. “Hey, there. I’m Hale. I hope that didn’tscare you?”
“Scare me? That wasamazing.I’m Fiona.” I realized that he had blue eyes. Also, he wasverypretty. Like not alpha-handsome, butpretty,with delicate features.His long, dark brown hair, and tan skin only added to that.
“Figured. Carlos talks about you a lot.” Hale smirked. He had a southern accent, too.
Hale. Yes. He was coming on the trip with us.
“All good, I hope.” I kissed Carlos hard. My job always made me horny.
