Holiday Power Play: A Rivals to Lovers Hockey Romance Novella (Heatwave Hockey Series) by Anne Martin

Author:Anne Martin [Martin, Anne]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2024-12-20T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 6

Trevor

Lana is surprisingly gifted at wielding an axe. A detail I don't plan on forgetting anytime soon considering how much she doesn't like me.

Though I'm pretty sure she didn't miss the fact that I am very attracted to her—the raging bulge in my pants earlier was proof of that. I was hoping she wouldn't notice, but come on—her ass was literally rubbing against me. What am I supposed to do… not get turned on?

She stabilizes a piece of wood against the trunk and positions the axe just above her head. In one swift movement, she's able to split the wood in two.

I shudder at the thought of what she could do with that axe if she knew I was thinking about her pressed up against me.

"Alright, Woody Woodpecker. Let me have a go, would you? Show you how a real man chops wood."

She gives me a look that says, I'd like to see you try, but reluctantly hands me the axe.

"Don't hurt yourself," she says coldly.

"Aww, you do care."

"No, it would just be a real inconvenience to have to bury you up here in this frozen tundra. Although, I’m sure the wolves wouldn’t mind having a Christmas feast."

"You're a real charmer, you know that, Lana MacDonald." I line up a piece of wood and pull the axe over my head.

"Too high," she observes. I'm about to slam it down, but her remark makes me pause.

"What?"

"Your grip. It need to be a little lower," she says, watching me.

I move my hand on the grip and look at her for approval.

"Perfect. Now, instead of aiming for the wood on the trunk, aim for the one in your pants, and don't ever let me see that again."

It takes me a second to register what she's saying but when I do I turn to look at her. "Wait… is my biggest anti-fan standing in sub-zero weather and thinking about my wood?" I can't even try to hide the smile.

Lana noticed. And not only did she notice. She's still thinking about it. Which makes me… an idiot. Have I learned nothing? Just because a woman says something doesn't mean it has the same meaning to me as it does to her.

"Do you always get hard during tickle fights?" she cocks her head at me.

"Do you want to test your theory?"

I slam the axe down onto the wood. It doesn't quite snap in two. I try again. Still no luck.

Okay, clearly I'm not a lumberjack. Third times a charm and when it finally cracks open for me, I turn to look at Lana who's laughing to herself and shaking her head.

"That the best you can do, stud?"

I shoot her a glare. "You haven't seen nothing yet."

I toss the wood into the small pile we're accumulating and grab another piece to chop.

This time, instead of coaching me from afar, Lana closes the distance between us and puts her hands over mine on the axe, helping me to adjust my hold.

"Like that," she instructs into my ear. Her voice is low and raspy, and it does something to me, despite the ridiculously cold weather.

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