Breakneck Hockey: A Rivals to Lovers MM Hockey Romance (Heartbreak Hockey Series Book 3) by S. Legend

Author:S. Legend [Legend, S.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2024-10-11T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 15

Protection Complex

Sutter

He isn’t fucking careful enough and that’s why I’m in a bush at the back of my building, my favorite knife gripped in my hand. Betty. She sleeps with me under my pillow. She’s got a smooth bone handle and a blade I keep razor sharp. Maybe Betty should bite a little blood from Alderchuck. That would teach him.

I watched Casey from the cameras in my condo that show me the front of the building, sauntering up to the door, not paying any attention to his surroundings. It’s as if he wants to be attacked. That’s not on, not if he’s mine. I take care of what’s mine, but I can’t watch him twenty-four-seven. I need to know he’s being smart when I’m not with him or it’ll drive me crazy.

I told him to come to my place this time since we figure Milton and Gina know about us anyway. We’re still being careful, but I don’t see the point in forking out money for a hotel, especially when I’d rather have him in my bed. I texted him to meet me around the back of the building. He didn’t question it, didn’t try to tell me how stupid it was to hang out where it’s the darkest. At least there’s more lighting at the front of the building.

“Sutter? Are you out here? It’s fucking cold, dickface.”

Now he’s letting all the criminals know exactly where he is. He has a lot to learn. He takes another step, the last leaves of fall crunch under his feet. I burst from my bush and grab him from behind, holding my knife to his throat.

He flinches but then sinks into me. “I’d like to believe that this is some hot kinky thing you’ve concocted for tonight but, unfortunately, I know you too well.” He groans. “What did I do this time, Sutter?”

“How did you know it was me?”

“Your aftershave. I’ve told you before.”

“A killer could wear the same aftershave.”

“My odds were good.” I still haven’t let him go, but I drop the knife from his throat. “Mind telling me what the fuck you’re doing?”

“You don’t pay attention. What if some crazy person was out here?”

“The only crazy person out here is you.” He sinks into me further, rubbing himself against me. My lips are right by his neck. I need a taste. Just a little pre-game snack. I lick and suck. He moans. “God, Sutter. Don’t stop.”

But I need to until I get him upstairs. I’m not gonna risk fucking Milton filming us again. What a pervert. “C’mon.”

Inside my apartment, I lock all six of the door locks and peek out the peephole for good measure.

“You do that a lot,” he says. “Even before this whole Boston-Vancouver drama. Do you really need that many locks?”

It’s not the first time he’s asked me that, and I usually ignore him when he does. It’s the perfect segue into telling him why I need that many locks, it’s the perfect segue into giving him another piece of me.

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