A Pucking Wrong Christmas: A Hockey Romance by C.R. Jane

Author:C.R. Jane [Jane, C.R.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2023-12-20T18:30:00+00:00

7

Lincoln

I was playing with her.

But it was torturing us both.

It had taken all of my control to play it cool for the rest of the game.

And now as we headed to dinner.

My hand was on her thigh as I pretended to listen to the story Ari was telling, my finger slowly stroking higher inch by inch.

Her body was tense as she sat next to me, her gaze constantly flicking towards me, wondering when I was going to make my move.

I had to torture her…at least a little bit.

I’d once promised her if she ever wore another man’s jersey…I would kill him.

Unfortunately in this case…I loved the fucker.

Or maybe I could just control myself from killing Ari because I knew how obsessed he was with Blake.

More obsessed than she could even comprehend.

As if he could sense I was thinking about him, the bastard winked at me while he continued on with his story.

I couldn’t kill him. But when we played next I would probably maim him…at least a little bit.

I played with a piece of her hair, picturing myself wrapping it around my fist as I fucked her from behind. Shifting in my seat because my dick was all of a sudden like a rock.

“So, where are we going?” Blake asked as Ari slid her from her seat onto his lap.

“Mmmh, what’s your favorite fancy dinner in New York, sunshine?” he murmured, nuzzling into her hair.

It was still a little weird to see him like that. How he acted with Blake was completely different than how he’d acted with anyone in the past. They’d been nothing, and he’d treated him like that–cold and distant so they didn’t get the wrong idea. He treated Blake like…she was everything.

I could understand the feeling.

“Yo Disney, can you get some “Christmas Tree Farm” playing? I’m in the mood for a little…Tay Tay.”

Walker was manning the music for the drive, but so far he was mostly just playing all of Ari’s favorite songs.

“What about “Tis The Damn Season”?” Walker asked, scrolling through some songs.

“Is that a Christmas song?” asked Blake. “It’s kind of depressing.”

“It’s the greatest Christmas song there is,” said Walker, aghast.

“Okayyyy,” I drawled slowly. “Tell me you’re not getting laid, without telling me you’re not getting laid.”

Walker literally growled at me before slapping a hand across his mouth. “Sorry! I didn’t mean that,” he said frantically.

There was a moment of silence as Ms. Swift began to play her depressing “Christmas” song…and then we all burst into laughter.

Just then the St. Regis popped into view and Blake gasped before staring at Ari with big moon eyes. Monroe stared out the window interestedly, probably wondering what the big deal was. My girl was still pretty naive about expensive things, and it was going to be a blast giving her this experience tonight.

I helped Monroe out of the limo, shooting the hovering doorman a look when I saw him staring at her legs. He blanched and quickly glanced away. I didn’t blame him for wanting to look, but it didn’t change that I wasn’t going to allow it to happen.

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