Page 69 of Risky Play

I looked her in the eye, searching her face to make sure she was ready for that. “You sure? We can work up to it. We don’t have to always do bondage either.”

“I want to.”

“Okay…next time, we’ll test something else out.”

She grinned and bent down, pressing her lips to mine. I wanted to give into the kiss, to let her rock against me until I was buried deep inside her again, but I really had to leave.

She pouted when I pulled away.

“Sorry. I gotta go.”

She rolled off of me, the sadness on her face killing me.

Reluctantly, I slid off her bed and got dressed, even though I’d rather be cuddled up with her. I gave her a quick kiss and then left.

I walked over to the parking garage and got into Dinah’s car. I didn’t have a car right now because it seemed foolish to have one when I lived in the city and could rely on public transportation or getting a rideshare. Dinah had been thinking of getting rid of hers, but Noah didn’t like her being without one when we took his to the airport. I’d feel differently about a car once I felt better about my career in Philly. Or had my own place.

I drove to the townhouse and parked in the garage just as Noah was coming out to his SUV.

“Just in time,” he said. “Hop in, and I’ll drive you over.”

“Gimme a sec,” I told him. I went inside and hung up Dinah’s keys on the hook, then I dropped my bag in my room. I walked back out to the garage and hopped into the passenger seat.

“So…date went well?” Noah asked as he backed out of the garage and drove off to the arena.

Sweat dripped down my forehead. Yes, it went well, but how was I supposed to talk to him like normal when I was dating his sister behind his back?

“Yeah,” I managed to squeak out.

“I’d love to meet her. You should bring her over for dinner one night.”

I rubbed the back of my neck.

Oh my God, this was why I wanted to tell him. Lying to Noah had not been part of it. I was never supposed to even look at his sister. Now she was my secret girlfriend who was into bondage, loved action movies, and told me my shot wasn’t powerful enough. She would be the perfect girl if she wasn’t my freaking mentor’s baby sister.

“Cally, you okay?”

“Huh?” I asked, realizing I hadn’t said anything for a couple of minutes. “Yeah. Running through plays in my head.”

“So, girlfriend? Or is it still too new?”

It was still new, but she was definitely my girlfriend. One hundred percent.

“It’s fairly new…I don’t want to jinx it yet.”

“Well, good for you, man. You seemed a little off when you and Kylie broke up again.”

I grimaced. Kylie was my high school girlfriend. We briefly got back together last year, but then she remembered the distance was too much. We ended on okay terms. It sucked when it didn’t work out, but I wasn’t hung up on her or anything.

I got Noah to focus on preparing for the game ahead, which put my mind at ease. I didn’t realize how hard it was going to be talking to him and pretending like I hadn’t been kissing his sister an hour ago.

Fuck, all of this was turning out to be way more complicated than I imagined.

Once we arrived at the arena, we got our gear on and onto the ice. My worries about my relationship melted away as I hit the ice, my focus centered on the game. Morning skate was good to shake off the nerves. We were a little jet lagged from traveling yesterday, so Coach didn’t have us doing any intense drills. He wanted us well rested for tonight.

After a quick lunch in the player’s lounge, I went with Noah back to his house for our pregame naps. Some guys were cutting out the naps, but it was standard for me now, and if I didn’t do it, it messed up my game. Hockey players were very superstitious. Riley taped his stick at least fifteen times before a game, Noah had to put his gear on in a certain order, TJ insisted on yelling everyone’s nicknames, but I only needed my pregame nap.

Down in my room, I stripped to my boxers and set my alarm. I saw a text from Maddie.