Page 89 of Pucking Bad Boys

It’s what’s been hindering him on the ice too, preventing him from being great rather than just good.

What if he throws his caution to the wind, the one time I was counting on it?

I’m falling for Talia so hard that my heart stops dead in my chest at just the idea of losing her.

The realization hits me that there is nothing I wouldn’t do to be with her. Nothing.

I’d rather share her with my brother than lose her. A new plan forms in my head. It’s even riskier than my current one, but in love like in hockey, you gotta take those risky shots if you want one chance in hell to win. And to win Talia’s heart? I’d risk everything.

Becker

Working with Gen is going to be challenging.

Five minutes after we got some of the books we need, she’s engrossed in scrolling through her social media on her phone, abandoning our research.

“I’ll be right back.”

She’s so distracted that she doesn’t even lift her head from her screen.

While I was working, I ate two of the brownies Talia brought. They were delicious, but now I’m a little thirsty.

My intention is to get a bottle of water from the vending machines downstairs.

But I turn in the opposite direction from the stairs.

My feet carry me toward the back of the room, where I saw Talia and Mack disappear over twenty minutes ago.

How fucking long does it take to grab a few books? Maybe I can help them.

Talia’s soft voice reaches me when I get to the last two rows of shelves.

“It doesn’t sound very appealing.”

I peek at her and Mack from behind the row of shelves before the very last one, staying partially hidden.

“No, it doesn’t.” My brother says. “But you know what’s incredibly appealing?”

He lowers his head so that he can whisper in her ear.

Talia is trapped between his body and one of the bookshelves. “No. What?”

“You,” he says, surging to press her against the bookshelf behind her. “You’re appealing and smell delicious. And that little skirt you have on? It has been driving me crazy from the moment I picked you up to come here.”

He’s preaching to the fucking choir. Because of that skirt, I’ve been sporting a semi since they got here.

“Yeah?” she whispers, lifting her face to look at him.

“Fuck, yeah.”

He kisses her. It starts like a soft, barely there brush of lips, but it quickly turns into a deep kiss.

Furious jealousy washes over me, blinding me. Or maybe that’s the wrong expression because I can’t keep my fucking eyes off them.

I can’t help the feeling that it should be me kissing Talia against that bookshelf. I should be devouring her mouth, cupping her tits and ass, letting my hands wander all over her perfect body.

You should walk away.

The voice in my head is right. I really should. But I fucking can’t.