Page 54 of The Puck Charmer
My cock twitches as understanding dawns. “Fuck, you’re getting your girl scout outfit, aren’t you?”
She whacks me. “No, but now that you mention it…” I step on the gas, go a little faster. “Easy there, Alek. Moxie needs a gentle touch.”
When we finally pull into her driveway, I anxiously reach for the door handle. She puts her hand on my arm to stop me.
“Wait here, okay? I’ll just be a second.”
I nod, and turn the tunes up as she disappears inside her apartment. I glance around the area, and my mind goes to her grandmother’s house. I can see why she wants to sell it, but damn, the look on her face when that couple had been checking it out damn near made me sob. Alyssa comes from the building with two hockey sticks in her hand, and I swear to fucking God, my heart just grew twice the size as it climbs into my throat.
Could this woman be any sweeter? I jump from the truck, and she’s grinning from ear-to-ear as I meet her at the hood. “This is what you were up to this morning when you didn’t want me to come with you?” I ask.
“Yup. I taught you to fish, now you’re going to teach me how to play hockey.”
“You bought these…to surprise me.” No way can I let her pay for them.
“Technically, I didn’t buy them. I borrowed them from Mr. Landry, an old family friend. He has tons of kids and grandkids.” She laughs and says, “He’s always trying to set me up with his grandson who lives in New York.”
A spark of jealousy rages through me, so sharp and fierce it catches me by surprise. I suck air in through my nose, and my hands fist at my sides. Honest to God the thoughts of this woman with any other man but me, is an image I don’t want floating around inside my brain.
So, what are you going to do about it, Alek?
“Are you okay?” she asks, and puts her hand on my shoulder, as her worried gaze moves over my face. She touches my forehead. “You’re not getting sick, are you? You seem a bit pale, and earlier at the nursing home—”
“I’m fine, Aly,” I push past the massive lump in my throat “Just…this was so sweet.”
She rolls her eyes to make light of it. “They’re just hockey sticks, Alek. I didn’t part the sea for you,” she says, and I drag her to me. Giving all of zero fucks that an elderly couple just climbed from their vehicle and are now watching us, I hold the back of her head and bring her lips to mine for a soft kiss. Fuck, I love the way she sags against me, her body meshing with mine so perfectly. Her eyes are soft and half-lidded when I break the kiss and take the sticks from her.
I toss them into the back, and open the passenger side door for her. She slides in and fixes her mussed hair as I circle the front and jump in.
“You want to learn how to play hockey, huh?”
“I think it will be fun?”
“I’m a goalie,” I tell her.
“Oh, that’s your favorite position?”
“I have lots of favorite positions, Aly, but on the ice, I’m a goalie.”
She thinks about that for a second. “How about this? We play, and if I score on you, I win. If I can’t score on you, you win.”
“Interesting. But you know I always play to win, right? And there is no way you’re going to score on me, babe.”
She rolls her shoulders, like she’s not worried. “There’s a first for everything.”
“Okay, so what’s my prize?”
She reaches across the seat, takes my hand and puts it on her thigh. Her arousal reaches out to me. “Whatever position you want, later tonight.”
My cock jumps, ready to take that bet. “What do you win?”
“Whatever position I want. And let me tell you, I have something pretty twisty in mind.”
“Fuck,” I say, and shake my head, feigning distress.
Eyes wide her body stiffens. “What?”
“It’s in my nature to play to win, but now I don’t kn