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  Bo: Don’t you dare.

  Gus: lol What… Will it turn you on?

  Bo: I’m going to get back to my schoolwork.

  Gus: Okay, I won’t send it.

  Good. That was good. I reached for my pencil as my phone went off once more.

  Gus: Unless you want me to.

  Bo: I don’t.

  Gus: Maybe after Saturday.

  Bo: You’re still holding me to that?

  Gus: Fuck yeah, I am. I’m going to wine, dine, and fuck you so damn hard, you won’t know what’s happening.

  Instantly my pussy clenched and I gasped, gripping the pencil in one hand and the phone in the other. Holy shit. Trying to keep some sense of space between us, I typed back quickly.

  Bo: I highly doubt that.

  Gus: You just wait.

  Bo: I mean, I’m not going to count down the days or anything.

  Gus: I am. The minutes, actually.

  Unsure what to say, I threw my phone down and repeated Lizzy’s words, over and over again.

  Be careful, be careful…be…careful…

  My phone sounded once more, and when I opened my eyes, they widened when I read what he had to say.

  Gus: If I almost broke your ankle before, no telling what I’m going to rip apart when I get you in my bed. So be ready, BJSJ, because I am.

  Swallowing hard, I reached over, shutting my phone off.

  Because if I didn’t, Gus was going to make me swoon.

  And that just couldn’t happen.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Gus

  “So you’re helping a girl because you broke her ankle?”

  I knew my mom was covering up her laughter. I had called her for some tips on my jumps since I was determined to get these girls their jumps before I stopped helping. Since I wasn’t sure how much longer that would be, I figured today was the day.

  “Do I even want to know how you did that?”

  My grin was wide as I shrugged. “Well, you know, Mom.”

  “I know I raised you better than to hurt some poor girl.”

  I scoffed at that. “I can promise you, this girl is nowhere near a poor girl. She’s like you. An asshole.”

  She laughed hard at that. “Seems like my kind of girl.”

  “You’d love her.”

  She scoffed, and at the familiar sound, I missed her so damn bad. She’d had me early, so she wasn’t like other moms. She was sixteen when she had me, so in some sense, I looked to her as a friend. Though, she did beat my ass a lot. Especially when my dad came back into her life. “Not that I’ll ever meet her.”

  I wasn’t sure how to answer that. “Eh.”

  “Just like your father—screw and leave them.”

  “Hey, you married him.”

  She laughed. “Ah, he’s rich.”

  I laughed too, knowing that wasn’t the reason at all. She loved my father and was devastated when he left her way back when. “So that’s why I was asking about the jumps. She’s a coach, and since I almost broke her ankle, I offered to help.”

  “Or you offered because you like her more than just a wham, bam, thank you, ma’am.”

  “Mom, no one talks like that anymore.”

  “Whatever! I just heard Martha say it at the country club!”

  “You did not!”

  She snickered. “Okay, maybe she was making fun of me because I said it, but she said it.”

  “Stop embarrassing Dad and yourself there.”

  She chuckled, and I heard my dad in the background laughing. “Those old farts love us.”

  “’Cause of Dad,” I reminded her.

  My dad agreed. “I tell her that, but she doesn’t listen.”

  “I know,” I said, moving around the rink, the crunch of the ice under my skates feeding my soul.

  “Great game last night,” Dad said.

  “Thanks. I only got a goal.”

  “Son, you’ve scored in every game you’ve played.”

  I shrugged, even though he couldn’t see me. “Even still, I haven’t been called up yet.”

  “Which I feel is bullshit,” Mom said.

  I smiled. “Agreed.”

  “Agreed too,” Dad said with a chuckle. “But don’t worry, they will. I think you’re the best.”

  “You have to say that… You abandoned me for seven years, and now you’re trying to win back my love.”

  “Shit, I won that back a long time ago.”

  “You did, but I’m still bitter.”

  That had both my parents laughing, and all I could do was grin as I skated around. I didn’t realize I was watching the door until it opened and Bo was hobbling through it. “Hey, I gotta go. I’ll call you guys tonight?”

  “Of course, baby. I love you.”

  “I love you more than she does.”

  I scoffed. “God, Dad, I get it. You’re still a bit insecure. I love you. I do.”

  Hanging up on their laughter, I tucked my phone into my pocket, skating to where Bo was entering the players’ box. “Hey.”

  She looked over at me, but she didn’t smile. Her hair was down in curls, and she had a little bit of makeup on today. It accented her face perfectly. Her eyes were bright, though it may have been the bright-blue sweatshirt she was wearing that was doing that. Her leggings were, thankfully, tight and hugging that ass in the way I loved. When I saw that she had one regular boot on while her other was in the boot the doctor had given her, I just smiled. She was so fucking adorable.

  The best part, though, was that her lips were plump and a red color that had me harder than a stack of pucks.

  “God, you’re hot.”

  Her cheeks filled with color as she rolled her eyes. “I told you to behave while you’re here.”

  “Hey, I see no kids.”

  “But my boss could come through at any moment.”

  I smiled. “I’ll tell her the same.”

  She giggled. “It’s a him.”

  I laughed. “I am comfortable with who I am as a man to be able to tell another man he is hot.”

  “He’s like sixty.”

  “Hey, the older the better.”

  She snickered as she placed her bag down. “You’re insane.”

  “Some would agree.” Placing my hands on the boards, I swung my legs in and out of the doorway. “Hot date?”

  Giving me a look, she shook her head. “No.”

  “So why do you look so sexy?”

  “I don’t,” she said. She moved her hands through her hair, pulling it up. “I had my internship today.”

  “Oh, cool. Over at the compound?”

  She nodded.

  “So if I feign an injury, I get to have you rub me down?”

  She paused from pulling her hair up. “Why do I have a feeling you’ll try that?”

  “Because I would,” I laughed.

  “Please don’t.” She smiled.

  “Why? Couldn’t handle it? Rubbing my naked body and having to stay professional?”

  Rolling her eyes, she pushed my chest, but before she could pull her hand back, I snatched it in mine, pulling her close to me. She didn’t have much control and went off balance, right into my arms. While I wished she had grinned up at me, she was glaring. “What are you doing?”

  I shrugged. “Anything you want.”

  She rolled her eyes, righting herself the best she could as she looked over at me. “Which is nothing.”

  I scoffed. “Or everything.”

  Shaking her head, she finished pulling her hair up. “Who were you talking to?”

  I shot her a playful look. “Jealous? Worried I’m moving on? Don’t worry, Bocephus Jane St. James. Fuck, that’s a mouthful,” I laughed, and though she didn’t laugh with me, I saw her lips twitching. “I got eyes only for you.”

  She dramatically rolled her eyes, wrapping her hair into a messy bun. “Of course, until you get your fill of me on Saturday as you keep reminding me, and then off you’ll go, spreading your seed.”

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