Semua Bab The Bad Boy Craves For Me- Hockey Romance: Bab 1 - Bab 10

CARTER“Fuck.”Rolling onto my back, I inhale sharply and throw a hand over my head. I’m fucking spent, so I take a moment to catch my breath before I toss my legs over the edge of the bed and sit up, pulling the condom off my quickly deflating cock. My tongue swipes at a bead of sweat that clings to my top lip, and I plow my fingers through my hair.“No,” Laura whines, sticking her bottom lip out. She nearly launches herself across the bed, reaching for me when I stand. “Don’t get up yet, Carter.”I hold up the condom. That should be explanation enough, no? “Just throwing out the condom, Laura.”Her light brows knit together. “Lacey.”I stifle a laugh. Oops. “Right. Sorry. Lacey.”“We could go again,” Lacey calls while I toss the condom in the bathroom trash can.I lean my forearm on the wall as I take a leak in the toilet. We could go again. I like sex. I love sex. Even better when it’s with girls like Laura.Fuck. Lacey.Lacey the blonde bombshell from the cover of Maxim in August

CARTERThe downfall to international winter travel is 100 percent the brutal shock to your system when you return home to British Columbia in the middle of December after coasting through Florida and North Carolina for a couple of days.We’re bordering on the edge of a deep freeze, straddling that 0 degrees Fahrenheit line. Despite the fact that it’s highly unusual for the west coast, it’s also technically not even winter yet. I live in North Vancouver where it tends to be just slightly more reminiscent of a typical Canadian winter, but nothing like this. It feels kinda like a bad omen, but I typically choose to ignore obvious signs.Still, it’s cold as fucking balls, I’m recovering from a hangover, I spent five-and-a-half hours on a plane today playing euchre with my teammates, and I lost every goddamn game except one. Today’s one of those rare Saturdays where hockey doesn’t exist for our team, and instead of spending it at home in my sweats while I deep dive into a Disney marathon a

FIRST TIMES SUCKCARTERThere’s an awful lot of heat rolling off her body when I sidle up next to her, and I’m crediting the blush she’s still wearing, the only telltale sign she’s aware of how close in proximity I am to her.She can’t not know, but she sure as shit does a good job of acting like she has no clue I’m standing here, pretending to be interested in the commercial on TV. It’s one of those SPCA ads with Sarah McLachlan and a fuckton of cute puppies, and she looks like it’s killing her to keep watching. One look at the tiny thing has me pinning her as the type that cries when she watches this. I know because my mom and sister cry every time. Last year, my sister stole my credit card and donated fifteen hundred bucks.With a hum, I sink down to the stool beside her, and when I spread my legs, my thigh brushes hers. She tries like hell not to let it, but her gaze slowly falls to the connection, and I think it’s incredible she can blush more than she already is. I watch that ru

Olivia rolls her eyes. “There’s not a bit of me that’s surprised that that’s your takeaway.” She gestures over her shoulder. “You can have any girl you want. Go find someone else to take for breakfast.”Well, that won’t do. The breakfast offer was exclusive to her.“But I want you,” I whine playfully, catching her hand and lacing my fingers through hers. It’s soft and warm, tiny, mine swallowing hers right up, and she watches the pad of my thumb ghost over her creamy skin. “You look and smell outrageously delicious, and you have a brain cell in your head when it comes to hockey. You’ve told me to go fuck myself in at least three roundabout ways, and I can’t remember the last time I’ve been this attracted to someone.”Her hand relaxes in mine as she steps a little bit closer. Her palm skims the edge of my thigh, fingertips dancing up my arm before she brushes her warm touch across my jaw. Her face lifts at the same time mine drops, and the fire in her gaze holds all the promise of one

“You did not.” I lean into him, examining his place. I mean, just in case, right? “Damnit,” I mutter when I see it.He chuckles quietly, placing his slice on my plate, replacing it with one of my less bacon-y ones. It’s a sweet gesture, which is why I’m suspicious. He bought me a beer last night, and it sounded a whole lot like he was hoping that would equate to my mouth on one of his body parts later.“It’s just a piece of pizza, Olivia. If you want, I’ll eat it.”I tug my slice into my chest. “Back off, Beckett.”Cara tosses a container of dipping sauce on my plate as she strolls by. I dump the entire contents on top of my two slices. Carter watches every second of it, the side of my face heating under his stare.“Can I help you?” I finally ask.A small smile tips one side of his mouth. “Nah. I’m good.”He finishes four slices of pizza, walks back to the kitchen, grabs two more, and finishes both before I finish my two.“You’re a slow eater,” he remarks, leaning forward and dropping