Clipped by Love (Bellevue Bullies 2)

I nod. “Yeah, here,” I say, skating to our bag. We all have extra pairs of skates since we are so rough on ours. I reach for the skates and turn to hand them to her, happy that she followed me over here. “You can wear Jace’s. He’s got baby feet.”

She grins and I find myself grinning back. She has a sweet smile. One that can knock a guy on his ass, and surprisingly, almost knocks me on mine.

Taking the skates from me, she asks, “Do you have socks?”

I glance down at her feet, seeing that she is wearing rubber flip-flops, her toes painted a lime color. Cute.

Tearing my gaze from them, I reach back down for a pair of socks and smile back at her.

“They stink.”

She shrugs. “No biggie.”

I eye her as she drops the skates and then to her ass to put them on. She isn’t like other girls, and the more she talks, the more I want her naked. Watching as she quickly laces them up, I have a feeling she’s done this before. Crossing my arms as I balance on my stick, I ask, “You play?”

She glances up at me, her eyes sparkling as she shrugs. “A bit.”

“I have to say, I’m impressed.”

She grins as she ties the other skate up quickly. Getting up with ease, she reaches for one of my sticks that is laying across the bag. She leans into the stick, testing its curve and then looks back at me. “You haven’t even seen me play yet.”

“True, but not too many girls want to play hockey with a bunch of big dudes, in short shorts.”

Still grinning, she holds my gaze. “Think my shorts are short?”

Before I can even think, I say roughly, “Oh yeah.”

Coming close to me, she asks, “So you’ve been looking?”

Leaning into her, I don’t understand the pull, but it’s there. I’ve always heard of instant chemistry—hell, it happened between Claire and Jude—but I never really thought it would happen to me. But with this girl, I think it’s happening. Either that or the fact I haven’t been laid in six months is finally taking its toll.

Looking deep into her eyes, I nod. “Yeah, and believe me, I will every chance I get.”

Skating back a bit, her tongue comes out, wetting her lips as she nods her head. I’m completely in a trance, watching as her arms flex as she plays with the stick, her eyes still locked with mine. “So I have to watch out for you then?”

“Maybe,” I say with a wink.

She perks her lips out, and hot damn, I can’t help but think she’s gonna kiss me as she comes toward me. She has the look in her eyes. The one that can cause damage, but instead, she takes the puck, going around me like a fucking pro and shoots the puck, hitting the pipe smack-dab in the middle.

Speechless, I look from the net to the pink line where she is fucking standing and then meet her gaze. She stands there like it’s no big fucking deal that she just scored from our pseudo blue line. Did that just fucking happen?

“Wait, what just happened?” Jude asks, pointing from the net to her.

“I think she just fucking scored,” Jace says, his face full of shock like mine. “From the line.”

“Yeah, that’s how, right? Hit the pipe?” she asks innocently. “Or was I supposed to get it in the net?”

“No, you’re right. I just can’t believe you scored,” Jace says, still visibly dumbfounded.

“Oh, awesome,” she says with a grin, leaning down to test the blade of the stick again. She then reaches for one of the other sticks, doing the same. She is obviously satisfied better with the new one and looks at me expectantly. Tilting my head to the side, I replay what just happened and then what she is doing right now. I see Delanie shaking her head almost like she is embarrassed, her sister doing the same, covering her face, and I know that something is up. I start to chuckle as I skate to the net, getting the puck and then sending it to her, hard. When she stops it with ease, I know this girl is a big fat liar.

“Play a bit, huh?”

She eyes me as she shrugs. “Just a bit.”

But once we start playing, I know I’m right. We give her a little room, not trying to crowd her and be assholes, but once she scores again and then again, I know she plays more than a bit. I go to cover her, but Jace cuts in front of me, going for the puck. But she steals it back, goes through my legs, then through fucking Jude’s and shoots, scoring for a fourth time in a row.

Glaring at her as she innocently skates back to the pink line, I decide I’m over having our asses handed to us.