Fake Dating the Winger: A Fake Relationship, Friends to Lovers Hockey Romance by Josie Blake

Author:Josie Blake [Blake, Josie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: MJB Publications, LLC
Published: 2023-12-14T18:30:00+00:00

Hunter

If I worried things would be weird between me and Violet, I shouldn’t have. I wake up after she does, and she leans over and kisses me on the cheek. She’s deliciously rumpled, and her smile is pure sex. “Good morning, handsome.”

I grin. “Good morning, beautiful.” I drag her closer, folding her against me. I curve my bulk around her, and she snuggles in.

She’s warm, and I bury my face in her shoulder. The T-shirt she threw on with her panties to sleep in does nothing to hide her hard nipples, and they distract me. But as I reach for the hem to pay them proper attention, she swats my hand.

She points to her watch. “Text. From Shea. They moved the ceremony up to noon. We need to get going.”

I groan. Foiled by a text. “What time is it?”

She’s already squirming out of the covers. “Just after seven. But I don’t know how the roads will be. We need to shower here.”

“Showering, huh?” I wiggle my eyebrows at her. “That sounds like fun.”

She giggles, slipping out from under the covers before I can reach for her again. I admire the view of her legs and backside as she heads toward her luggage.

After I use the restroom, I leave her to shower first. I’ve known her for a long time. She’ll take longer than I will.

It takes a lot of self-control not to coax her into some shower play. But she’s right—the roads. Violet doesn’t drive in the snow. That’s the original reason I offered to drive to Chesterboro months ago when we first found out Cord and Hannah were getting married here. After going to school here for four years, we’re both aware it’s rare to see the grass in December. We also need to find some food. So I behave while we get dressed. She insists on wearing heels, and I’m grateful the parking lot is mostly clear. But I still hold on to her tightly while we make our way to the car.

Luckily, the road crews seem to have caught up on the snow accumulation this morning. We stop and grab bagels when we see a sign. It’s still slow going in spots, but we get into Chesterboro by eleven o’clock.

Violet’s phone buzzes, and she frowns. “The country club doesn’t have power. They’re moving the ceremony to the hockey rink.”

“Like, they’re going to get married where the Chesterboro team plays?” There aren’t any other sheets of ice in Chesterboro. The community uses the university’s rink for lessons, and the high school hockey team uses it for practice and games.

“Yes. It has an emergency generator to keep the ice, so we’ll have heat and power.”

That makes sense to me. “I guess we’ll head there, then.”

We park, and the lot is full of cars and the Dazed Zealots’ tour bus. That’s right. Hannah and that band are good friends. Maybe we’ll get lucky, and they’ll play for us.

I help Violet inside, once again amazed at how she navigates even the worst weather in heels.

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