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He fell into the pool and tugged me right in with him. We hit the water with a huge splash.
I surfaced, and Asher grabbed me around the waist and backed me into the tile wall behind me.
“You better be wearing underwear around all these people,” he warned, his hand straying under the hem of my skirt. There was no one in the pool area, but that could change at any second.
“And if I’m not?”
“That’s an immediate spanking, I’m afraid.”
“Sounds good, I’ll pencil you in for tonight.”
Asher laughed, low and throaty and sexy as hell. He picked up my left hand and kissed the ring on my finger. The ring he had made for me himself.
“Pencil me in for every night, for as long as we both shall live…If anyone asks,” he tucked a wet lock of hair behind my ear, “you’ve got plans.”
The game of the season was a close one. It was played at home in Hade Harbor, and the Hellions fought like no one had ever seen before. Maybe it was just to win the season, or maybe it was because there were NHL scouts in the crowd tonight. The tension was palpable.
From the second the team stepped out on the ice, my gaze was glued to number 18. Asher warmed up, skating by where I sat and touching the glass as he passed. I stood as he went, my heart thumping hard. He had to be so nervous, there was so much for riding on tonight for him. I had my camera and was taking pictures. There was such magnetism and energy in the game. It was producing my best work.
Still, as the buzzer sounded and the game started, his nerves weren’t visible. But then, Asher never looked nervous. God, I loved him. I was head over heels for the talented, fearless man skating down the ice like a bullet. The one who knew all my worst secrets and loved me right back, just as much.
In the end, Asher scored and assisted two goals. The rest of the Ice Gods played amazingly, too. They were such a unit, nothing could get past them. They lived together, played together, trained together, and had bonded in ways that went beyond usual teammates. They were a force of nature and brought a new meaning to the Hellions’ slogan. Raise Hell. The Ice Gods weren’t about to do anything but that.
I ran my throat dry, screaming for Asher and the Hellions. I jumped and cheered and barely sat before I was up again. I’d never cared about a single sports game in my life, until Asher. Now, it was the most exciting 60 minutes of my life. Well, fully clothed, anyway.
At an interval, one of the recruiters introduced themselves to me and asked for Asher’s number. I guessed it was pretty easy to spot the girlfriends in the crowd, seeing as we were wearing our boyfriends’ official jerseys and sitting right behind the coach’s bench.
After the game, I let the girls go on to the party and waited for Asher outside the locker room. The team drifted out, triumphant and happy. I had the scout’s business card in my pocket, and I couldn’t wait to give it to him. I scrolled through the pictures I’d taken, saving only the best ones. After a while, no one came out of the locker room.
Why the hell was he taking so long? I tentatively pushed the door open and peeked inside.
“Ash? What’s taking so long? I have a surprise for you,” I called. It was silent inside; only the drip of the shower met my ears. I stepped inside. He had to be in here. I’d seen everyone else leave.
The door shut behind me.
“Asher?” I called again, venturing forward and then screaming with fright as his arms closed around me.
He lifted me easily, whirling me around so my back came up against the lockers.
“What are you doing?” I hit his chest, but he was so close, I couldn’t do much more than tap him.
“Waiting for you, what do you think? What took you so long?”
“I — what?” I laughed, relaxing into his arms. “Aren’t you ready for the party?”
“Hmmm, I’m exactly where I want to be,” he murmured into my hair, his hands roving over me. “You look so fucking hot in this jersey, you know.”
“You really like the jersey, don’t you?” I teased.
He always got turned on by the sight of me wearing his name on my back.
“You have no idea how much. Lose the panties,” he instructed firmly, and guided my hands down onto a nearby bench so I was leaning forward.
“Make me,” I quipped over my shoulder. I’d lost so many perfectly good pairs of panties this way, but I just couldn’t resist goading him. I loved the controlled feel of him cutting items of clothes off me, never so much as nicking me.
He chuckled. “With pleasure.”
There was the sound of his knife opening, and then the gentle touch of him slicing the thin material. Cool air hit my ass when he pulled the scrap of ruined lace away from me and folded my short skirt up under the jersey. It was so big and baggy, it hung down around my thighs. Asher bunched it in his hand and knelt behind me.
