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I feel the urge to rip off everything he’s wearing but don’t even know where to start there’s so much padding. He breaks the kiss, clearly having the same idea as he effortlessly removes his jersey over his head in one swift motion. I run my fingers over his shoulder pads, yanking him forward by the strings dangling in the front and kiss him with everything inside of me. He bangs his forearms above my head, the shoulder pads dig into my body, but I don’t care. I need him closer.
“Ow, fuck.” He grimaces, pulling at his pants.
I glance down and see him reach down into his pants and shuck out his playing cup, tossing it next to his helmet. “It was getting a little tight in there.” He chuckles, wrapping his hand around my neck, using it to pull me forward, taking my lips again in a fevered kiss, pressing his hard length against my damp leggings. I can feel every inch of him as he dominates my mouth, pushing his hips against mine. I’m a fucking puddle of desire, ready to climb him and take exactly what I want.
“Ledger!” An authoritative voice calls from down the hall, making us break apart. We’re both gasping for breath as we stare at each other, the desire between us clear as day.
“Get your ass in here.” The voice calls again, each word clipped and angry.
“I have to…”
“Yeah, of course. No problem.” It takes a moment for my body to calm down from the surge of adrenaline. I run my fingers through my wet tangled hair. “Go.” I urge.
He stares at me a moment like he doesn’t want to leave.
“Ledger, if you make me wait any longer, I’m adding laps to your next practice.”
“Fuck.” He curses, scooping up his equipment. He places a kiss on my lips surprising me, before he trots down the hall, disappearing around the corner.
What the actual fuck was all of that?
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
Skye
“Crap!” The phone beeps in my hand, no service. I’ve been trying to get ahold of Salem since we were separated at the game. The storm lifted enough for Javelynn and I to be able to head back to our prospective residences, and now I’m curled up on the living room couch wrapped in a tattered blanket.
One of the guys started a fire, so at least I’m starting to dry off and am relatively warm. I press the call button again.
“You know what they say the definition of insanity is?” Lukas strides into the room, all dark and dangerous and stupidly hot. I glare at him as he sinks into the seat next to me.
“Trying the same thing over and over again, expecting different results.” He yanks the phone out of my hands.
“Oh my god, give that back.”
He smirks down at me, his dark hair falling across his brow. “Make me.”
He lifts my phone above his head, his tattooed biceps flex with the motion making me swallow thickly.
“I need that. I can’t get ahold of Salem.” I try reaching for the phone but he’s too fast, yanking it out of reach. He tips up his mouth into a smirk, spreading his legs wider as he leans back keeping the phone from my outstretched fingers.
“Seriously, Lukas. Come on.” He lets out a laugh as I decide to hell with it. I shrug out of the blanket and swing my leg over his lap bringing my chest directly in front of his face. He falters for a moment, his face full of shock as he stares straight at my breasts. I feel his free hand grip into my hip while I lean over him to grab my phone. The motion presses him straight into my cleavage, but I’m finally able to get my hand around his.
“Give it to me Lukas.”
“If you insist.” His muffled voice calls out. He pulls my lower half closer bringing my hips against him. I can feel something rub against me. A flash of his pierced cock pops into my brain, remembering that time in art class when we had to sketch him. My face heats and all thoughts empty out of my brain but one big inappropriate fantasy that I definitely shouldn’t be thinking about while straddling Lukas’ lap. It takes everything in me not move my hips like my body is screaming at me to do.
I’m not inexperienced by any means, but something about Lukas has me feeling out of my depth.
“You better move or I’m going to suffocate in these things.”
“Not a bad way to go.” I hear Graham grumble as he walks into the room glaring at Lukas and me.
I ease myself away from Lukas and when I see his face, it’s lit up with a shit eating grin.
“Jealous, Graham Cracker?” He says bucking his hips up gently rocking me into him. Oh, my goodness, I think I’ve just short circuited.
Graham angrily stalks off and I smack Lukas straight in the chest. “Asshole.”
