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Kieran helps me out, his voice a raspy drawl in my ear.

“Your sharp tongue, sunshine.” My body stiffens, my core clenching. “Turns me on more than anything in this world.”

He goes on, talking to his teammates and friends as if he didn’t just make my heart trip and stumble for him.

Chapter 26

Kieran

ICEHAWKS BITCHES

JOHNSON

where the fuck did Irving go?

MITCHEL

I feel like that’s pretty obvious on nights like this

O’CONNOR

please don’t tell me he’s doing a bunny in the bathroom again

LEWIS

is THAT why the line is so long?????

Ineed her.

I need her so fucking bad I swear my heart stops beating and won’t resume until she touches me again.

I’ve never wanted someone like this before. It’s a hunger—a craving that I don’t think I can ever satisfy.

Something must be wrong with me because all she’s doing is laughing and talking and my cock is as hard as a rock, as if it can come from the sound alone. And my mind iscertainly in the gutter—I haven’t been able to get it out of there since the moment I placed her on my lap.

Grayson slides out of the booth, holding his hand out to Bella.

“Going already, Cap?”

He offers me a smile. “Yeah, we’re done for the night. Good game boys, let’s keep it up.”

Valenti grunts as Ellington dips his chin. “Thanks, Cap.”

Valenti has barely gotten off his phone, yet I haven’t seen it light up once tonight. Ellington is none the wiser, since his gaze is firmly glued to the group of women that came in here around an hour ago.

“Just go up to them already. You look like a dog with its tongue lolling out.”

Ellington sputters, Valenti finally gracing us with a smile.

The boys jab each other back and forth, Layla saying goodbye to Bella while Cindy and O’Connor are the next to excuse themselves. As the booth empties, she starts to move off my lap, but I tighten my hold on her.

“No, no.”

“No?” she asks incredulously.

“No.”

Ellington shakes his head before tapping Valenti. “I’m out too.” The words have barely left his lips before he’s sauntering over to the table, the sound of feminine laughter following close behind.