Hooked by Love (Bellevue Bullies #3) Read online

  I knew that was it, which is why I asked now. “Really?”

  “Yeah, but don’t worry about that. We’re good.”

  “No,” I say, pulling back to look at him. “Ask me.”

  “What?” His eyes are full of disorientation, and I can feel his heart beating harder in his chest.

  “Ask me to be your girlfriend.”

  Eyeing me, he looks uncertain as he asks, “What are you going to say?”

  “Ask and find out,” I challenge and his grin only grows.

  “Don’t reject me.”

  Shaking my head, I lean my head to his chin. “Just ask me.”

  Reaching up, he takes my face in his hands before tilting it up to look at me. He chews on his lip, his eyes searching mine as I wait. My heart has stopped, my next breath is nowhere to be found, and I can’t wait much longer.

  Thankfully, I don’t have to before he whispers, “Avery Rose, will you be my girlfriend? Leave the Javery zone behind and be mine?”

  As I cup his jaw, there is only one word I can say to him.

  I feel it, deep in my soul, and I know that it is true.

  “Yes.”

  Ugh. Why?

  How is it already four in the morning?

  Fuck me.

  My head is pounding.

  I feel like I’m going to blow chunks, and I have to go serve coffee.

  But I’d much rather stay here with her.

  Damn it.

  Nuzzling closer to Avery, I take in a deep inhale, the smell of her shampoo making me smile as my arms come around her waist, bringing her closer. Tucking her hands up underneath my chin, she murmurs something unintelligible and I just feel…complete. Whole, even. This girl, man…she really has me in all kinds of ways. I’m completely taken by her, and after last night, I know I should be ecstatic and feel on top of the world.

  But I can’t.

  Not fully.

  Mostly because I’m unsure about it all. I want to believe she was ready, that she wants this. But deep in my gut, I’m worried. Did she did just say that because of what happened when we were getting down? And what was that about? I don’t understand her issues with the lights being on, but it would be great if she could let me in on that. I mean, I know I need to respect her wishes, and I will—that’s not the problem. I just wish I knew why.

  I feel like everything is up in the air because of it, and it’s fucking with me.

  Add in the fact I’m hungover and got no sleep last night, and I’m pretty sure today is going to suck.

  Which is bad because it’s the practice before our game and Coach won’t go easy on us. Tomorrow’s skate will be laid-back, but today, he’ll be drilling us. I kind of regret taking this job at the coffee shop. Maybe I should just chill and let my dad do everything. I mean, it could be so easy. Don’t I, as a nineteen-year-old, get that right? I’m still a kid, aren’t I? Shit, but I know that isn’t right. If I want to be a man like my brothers, I have to follow in their footsteps. They worked for what they wanted. Well, Jude really didn’t have to, but he is now. Shit, that reminds me. I gotta call Jude and Jayden.

  Well, fuck me.

  As I kiss Avery’s head, she snuggles against my lips and I smile. “Baby, I gotta go.”

  “Why?” she whispers, her eyes still closed.

  “Gotta work and practice. But stay here, sleep until you need to leave.”

  “Okay, thanks,” she says before puckering her lips. She’s so damn cute, and man, I hope she really means what she said last night. That she does want me as her boyfriend. That leaving Javery in the dust is something she is dying for too.

  That maybe she loves me.

  Shit, why did I think that!

  I don’t even love her…

  Ugh.

  Unaware of my internal battle, she leans toward me and presses her lips to mine. Kissing her is really what I’m starting to believe is my purpose in life. It’s just so natural, like our lips were made to press together and be one. Even sleepy kisses are my favorite. Hell, anything she does is my favorite.

  Moving my nose along hers, I say, “Text me when you wake up.”

  “’kay,” she says. I drink her in for another moment as my heart prays she isn’t going to break me. Because, if she wakes up and realizes she made a mistake last night, I just might lose it. I’m ready for this, and I need her to be too. It’s time. Yeah, it’s only been two weeks, but it’s been intense and we have basically been in a committed relationship. She just doesn’t want to label it. Annoying as hell, but hopefully that has changed. We may have been drunk, but I remember everything that happened last night and I hope she does too.

  Pushing the blankets off me, I sit up and glance back at her once more. She looks so peaceful, so sweet lying there, her hair a mess along my pillow, her lips parted, and her lashes kissing her cheeks. Along her neck are red spots from our lovemaking last night, and while I hate that I blemished her gorgeous skin, they give me a certain kind of rush.

  She’s mine.

  And everyone will see that.

  Pulling my gaze from her, I go to get off the bed, but I pause when little, straight lines on her thighs catch my gaze. There have to be hundreds of them, dark ones, thick ones, faded ones. Like cuts. I don’t know how they could have happened because of the way they’re shaped, and they aren’t marks made by stitches. Only thin cuts, long ones too. They had to be made with a knife or something. They’re just odd. When she moves her legs, rolling over, I look away to get down from the bed, my heart causing havoc in my chest.

  When my feet hit the floor, I’m unable to breathe.

  I’m pretty sure that’s why she doesn’t like the lights on when we have sex.

  Which means she’s embarrassed by them.

  Swallowing hard, I don’t want to think it, but…

  No. She couldn’t have done that to herself.

  Could she?

  For the rest of the morning, I can’t stop thinking about what I saw.

  Work is a blur, and when I hit the ice, I feel like I’m not even there.

  That is until Bryan, our big defender, takes me into the boards.

  With an umpff, I come off the boards, falling to my knees before getting back up and chasing the puck. It was my fault I got hit like that. I had my head down because I was too busy thinking about Avery. Dumb-ass mistake. Digging in, I make it to the other end within seconds—the joys of being the fastest skater on the team—and block a shot before controlling the puck with my stick. Looking up, I see Markus hauling ass up the middle, and I send the puck quick to him. With ease, he goes five-hole, scoring.

  That should have been me. Instead, I was too caught up on what I saw. I’ve gone through every single scenario I could. She was attacked by a beaver or a raccoon? Or maybe a cat! But why between her thighs? Then I think maybe she was raped. But that doesn’t feel right because, if that were the case, I wouldn’t think she would be so into sex now. Baylor was almost raped earlier this year, and she didn’t have sex with Jayden for months; she even had to go to counseling for it. But maybe Avery has gone to counseling, and it happened a long time ago? But what did the sicko do? Cut her up?

  It just doesn’t make sense, and it’s driving me mad.

  I go to back to the end of the line, and Markus meets me there, tapping my shin with his stick. “Great pass.”

  I nod. “Great shot.”

  He grins at me, but I don’t return it. I want this to be over so I can go find her. But what am I going to say? Do I just ask her? Will she shut down on me or freak out? Fuck, it’s driving me batshit and also scaring the shit out of me.

  “What’s got you all messed up? Since you locked me out of my room, I’m sure you got laid. You shouldn’t be looking like I just took your spot in the draft.”

  I snort. “Please. Won’t happen.”

  Markus laughs. “Just sayin’. You look like shit.”

  “Hungover.”

  “No, that’s not it.” I feel him eyeing me. I don’t kno