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“You didn’t need to watch,” I ground out, but the thought of Bash watching Mac and I sent a thick ribbon of lust through me.
Would he enjoy seeing another man lead me to climax?
Would Mac watch Bash spank me?
He was turned on knowing Bash and I fooled around on the plane. If only both of them were on the same page. My body thrummed with desire until I saw the pained look on Bash’s face.
“You looked like you were being suffocated. It wasn’t appropriate on a work trip.”
“As if what we just did was the pinnacle of appropriate?” I bit the corner of my mouth and warred between frustration and bliss as my hopes of both of them at the same time evaporated.
I liked the dynamic of Bash taking the lead, but he wasn’t the boss of me. Being ordered around in the bedroom was a lot different from being told what I could and couldn’t do. What I did and who I did it with wasn’t his job to dictate.
“I was just having fun.”
Bash’s face softened. “Em—I—”
“I know you don’t like him. But I thought for my sake you could put that aside.”
“I can.”
“No. You shouldn’t have agreed to something if it’s not what you actually wanted.”
Bash’s nostrils flared, and I waited a second for him to say something.
When nothing came out of his mouth, I put my headphones on and held up my phone. “I have videos to edit.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
Mac
“Dammit Strelow,” I muttered under my breath.
The slice of skates on the ice drowned out the string of curses I shot at my defenseman. He got sloppy and let the other team through, giving them a clear shot.
Lightning wasn’t able to stop the puck as it sailed into the net. The crowd went wild, cheering for their home team. But I didn’t really care about their rep.
I was there to win.
We were down two as the second period ended and for the briefest, tiniest blip of a second, I wondered what would happen if we lost. Would Lightning blame it on me if I didn’t pick the points back up in the third period? Would he release his hold on me on the plane?
It wasn’t likely.
He was ridiculous, but even he understood probability. He would excuse this one game and chalk it up to some irrational reason that didn’t involve me.
Too bad his superstitions never seemed to benefit me.
Whether we won or lost, I would still be stuck sitting next to him on the way home.
While Bardot sat next to Emily, giving her the ride of her life.
Our moment at the back of the plane was hot. Incredible. The way she melted from my touch. And I wasn’t that jealous of Bardot.
But I wanted to be the one making her come.
Between practices, games, a visit to a new horse stable that opened just outside of Vancouver, and coordinating things with Emily’s schedule, we had hardly seen each other outside of work. I had to rely on the memory of our forest adventures to keep me warm at night.
I squeezed my water bottle a little too aggressively and waited for my signal.
