Major Misconduct (Aces Hockey #1) (19 page)

“No,” Lovey said to Duncan, taking in his outfit. “No, no, no. You’re not going out with a model dressed like that.”

“What’s wrong with how I’m dressed?”

“Lose the ball cap,” she muttered. “And don’t you have some better jeans? Maybe something in a dark wash? That at least would look a little dressier.”

“Hell, I don’t know. Maybe I do. Really?” He looked down at himself. “I need to change?”

“Dark jeans,” she repeated. “And those cowboy boots are expensive but kind of beat up. Maybe you need new ones.”

Duncan grumbled but headed down the hall.

She met Marc’s eyes, gleaming with amusement. “Bossy,” he murmured. “What was that about letting him live his life?”

She bit her lip. “Um. Right. I’m only trying to help! He wants to make a good impression on a date, right?”

“I don’t think he gives a shit. He just wants to get laid.”

“Oh. Ew. Jeez. Whatever.” She paused. “What were you talking about? What do you need to do?”

“Ryan. Our new D man.”

“He and Andrew seemed to play well together.”

“Yeah. Anyway, he doesn’t know any of us very well. Got called up and sent on the road trip, which was good, but I need to do something so he can feel more comfortable with everyone. Actually…” He rubbed his jaw. “It would be good for Rosser to get to know everyone better too. He’s only been with us since training camp.”

“We can have a party.”

Marc blinked at her. “What?”

“We’ll have a party,” she repeated. “Here. Duncan has tons of room. You don’t mind—right, Dunc?” She looked at her brother as he returned in a different pair of jeans. “That’s better.” She nodded approvingly at his choice of denim. “But you should still shave that beard off.”

“Don’t mind what?”

“A party. To help Ryan get to know everyone. We’ll invite the whole team and the wives and girlfriends.”

She knew the wives and girlfriends of the team players, also known as the Aces Ladies, did work as a group with the Aces Community Foundation and organized some social events, but she also knew that as team captain, Marc felt responsible for bringing the team together. He needed a wife.

Whoa.

She shoved that thought quickly away. Not touching that one. No way.

“I don’t mind.” Duncan shrugged. “I’m not much of a party planner. Case of beer and a big bag of chips is the extent of my entertaining skills.”

“I know.” She sighed. “That’s why I’ll do the preparation. It doesn’t have to be fancy, though. I know! We can play that game I got! Cards Against Humanity. It’ll be hilarious and a good way to get everyone interacting.”

“How about Sunday night?” Duncan said.

“Awesome. You guys invite everyone, I’ll do the work.”

“You don’t have to do it all, Lovey,” Marc objected. “We’ll help.”

“Speak for yourself,” Duncan muttered. “I’m outta here. See you later.”

They watched him leave. The door closed. They gave it one…two…three seconds. And she was in his arms, his mouth hard and warm on hers. She pressed up against him with urgent, desperate need, threading her fingers through his hair, opening her mouth to him.

“Forget pizza,” Marc gasped. “Just want to fuck you.”

“Oh God, me too. Do it.”

Once again he hoisted her up, hands on her ass, and carried her down the hall.

As often happened, the sex was fast and hard and dirty. Marc was hot for Lovey and she seemed to feel the same, her hands everywhere, sexy little whimpers of need slipping from her lips. They rolled around on his bed fully clothed for a while, making out with heated need, then hands burrowing beneath clothes to find skin.

“Missed you,” she panted. “All week. Too long…”

“Yeah. Me too.” He licked her lips, nipped at her bottom one. “Want you so bad, Lovey.” Her name felt like an endearment. He liked it. A lot.

“Want you too. God, so much.”

When he pulled off the sweater she wore, revealing her black lace bra, he went still. “Wow,” he choked out. “That is hot.”

“Thank you. I just bought it today. I was rewarding myself for how hard I’ve been working.”

“I think you’re rewarding
me,
” he said with heartfelt appreciation. “Let’s see…” He undid her jeans and peeled them down her thighs. “Yes. Matching panties. Sweet.” He got rid of the jeans, leaving her in underwear and thick socks. “These have to go.” He tugged off one. “They don’t work with the sexy undies.”

She giggled and lifted her other foot for him to remove its sock.

Then he came down over her again to kiss her.

She planted a foot into the bed and rolled him to his back. Her on top was nice. His hands went to her ass, basically bare in that tiny thong. He pulled her up higher so her breasts were in his face and flicked open the fastener at her back. “I feel you should spend more time in the new bra,” he said. “Sorry.”

She gave a breathy laugh. “It’s okay. I had a feeling it wouldn’t stay on long.”

He nuzzled her bare breasts, licked them, then took a nipple into his mouth and sucked fiercely. She groaned.

He played with her tits for a while, enjoying tight little nipples and soft flesh, then she drew back and started kissing her way down his torso, over his chest, pausing to briefly suck one nipple, then the other into her mouth, giving him a hard jolt of heat straight to his groin. She licked over his abs, pressed kisses to his belly beneath his navel, then to the hair at his groin. She rubbed her face over his thighs, drew her tongue up the crease where thigh met torso, teasing him as his dick throbbed unbearably. Finally she shifted and circled him with soft fingers, lifting him to her mouth and kissing the soft tip. His cock jerked, his abs tightened. His hands sought out her hair and tangled in it, holding it back from her face so he could watch her suck him.

Fuck, that was good, so unbelievably good. She licked and got him all wet, then took him into the silky heat of her mouth. The friction of her lips sliding up and down over his shaft was sublime. Her fingers cupped his balls, caressing, gently squeezing, and damn, that edge of orgasm was right there, right…there…He fought for control. “No…babe…can’t last…wanna fuck you…”

She gave a brief, wordless shake of her head, her mouth full of him, kept moving on him, and when her fingers delved deeper behind his balls into ultrasensitive territory, he was lost. He gave up. There was no way to stop it at that point, so he held on to her head and roared as pleasure exploded from his core, white heat shooting through his dick and into her mouth.

Her beautiful, hot, sexy mouth, working him like he’d never been worked before. Taking it all and swallowing and making little pleasure noises that he absolutely fucking loved.

Crouched there between his thighs, she opened her eyes and looked up at him, her tongue stroking his dick in her hand. Their eyes met with a sizzle.
Câlisse,
that was hot. His entire body still pulsed with satisfaction.

He gentled his hands in her hair, letting strands slide through his fingers, then dragging his fingers through her hair again. And again. Watching her pretty mouth on his dick, then smiling at him, the sexiest, most seductive smile he’d ever seen.

“C’mere.” He knifed up to reach for her and hauled her over him. She stretched along his body, rubbing herself on him, kissing his chin, his jaw, his ear. “Babe. Fucking loved that.”

“Good. I loved it too.”

And that was just about the hottest thing of all, the obvious pleasure she took in it, so eager and turned on by it.

He rolled her under him. He needed a few minutes, but while he recovered he could give her an orgasm in return. Not a hardship. He loved that sweet pussy.

It didn’t take long to get her off, she was so ready. So wet and hot. After stripping the lace panties, he filled his mouth with her, with her taste, the feel of her on his tongue and lips, and brought her up and over, making her twist and shudder as he held her ass in his hands and lifted her pussy to his hungry mouth.

“Oh God,” she gasped, limp. “Oh God. Marc.”

“Yeah, Lovey. Right here.”

They curled up together. He was still dying to fuck her, but that had taken the edge off. Perfect. Now they could spend the rest of the night leisurely exploring each other.

Much later, with her in his arms, he kissed her hair. “I’m glad you told Duncan about your business.”

“Yeah.” She sighed. “I figured it was time. I don’t think he’s entirely convinced I know what I’m doing, though.”

“He will be. Just wait.”

She tipped her head to meet his eyes. “Thanks for backing me up with him.”

He shrugged. “Just wanted him to at least listen to you.”

She kissed his jaw. “I appreciate it.”

Truthfully, Duncan’s attitude had annoyed him. She deserved a chance to do what she wanted with her life. She wasn’t asking him for anything other than a place to stay for a couple months.

“Also you looked hot in that suit,” he added. “Very sexy and professional.”

“Hmm. I was going for professional…not sure if sexy is the look I want in the business world.”

“You can’t help it, baby. You just are.”

“Aw. Thank you.” She touched his cheek. “Is your face okay?”

“Yeah. It’ll heal.”

“Did you get hurt anywhere else? I was worried for you, watching that fight.”

“Got some bruised ribs too.” He’d felt that a few times during their energetic fucking, but she was a powerful distraction. “You watched the game?”

“Of course.”

“Huh.”

“I guess I should get back to my own room.”

Heaviness descended onto his chest. “Yeah. I guess so.”

“You know what would be really sexy?”

“What?”

She hesitated, as if she wasn’t sure she should say it. “Sleeping all night with you. Waking up with you.”

That heavy sensation intensified. “Yeah. That would be…sexy.”

She gave him a fast kiss on the mouth, then rolled away. She scooped up her clothing. He rose on an elbow to watch her. “I’m gonna dash,” she said. “Too much trouble to get all dressed again.”

“Duncan’s not home.”

“I know. Just don’t want him walking in right as I run across the hall naked.”

He grinned, even though he agreed that would a very bad thing.

“Night, Marc.”

She slipped out his door and closed it behind her.

He flopped to his back. Fuck, he hated it when she left like that. Sleeping with her all night and waking up together in the morning wouldn’t just be sexy, it would be…awesome. He wanted that too, wanted her in his bed all damn night, not sneaking out like what they had was cheap and dirty.

Well, it could be dirty. He was a fan of dirty. But not in a way that made them feel dirty.

He remembered her telling Duncan about her business. It stung him a little, thinking about her growing up in Duncan’s shadow, how she’d said everyone knew he was destined for something great and she…wasn’t. But she was finding her way in the world, and he admired her for that. He admired her for the person she’d turned out to be, despite growing up in that shadow. She was smart and funny, bubbly and bright. She made friends with everyone she met and cried watching chick flicks.

Jesus. He was getting in way deeper than was supposed to happen. But Lovey seemed to like him too…not just having sex, although that was phenomenal, but hanging out with him, doing not much of anything. He liked talking to her and she seemed to enjoy it too. So maybe all they needed was time.

And her brother’s blessing.

Shit. How the hell was that going to happen?

He’d think about that some other time. Right now he needed sleep.

Lovey didn’t come to the Saturday night game as she sometimes had when they played at home. Marc had thought about suggesting she could join the Aces Ladies—the wives and girlfriends of the players. The team provided a private lounge for them and they all had seats together to watch the game. But Lovey wasn’t his girlfriend. She was Duncan’s sister. So he said nothing.

They pulled out another win, and the atmosphere in the dressing room and on the bench was changing. There was more laughter, but also more intensity. More confidence. Dale being sent away to rehab had shaken everyone up. After that last game Dale had played, everyone had been pissed at him. He’d made so many mistakes, and the guys had been frustrated and angry, grumbling and sniping at Dale and then yelling at one another as tension grew. That was gone now, and it was a relief.

Marc wanted the best for Dale, and hoped the guy hadn’t ruined his entire NHL career. But he also wanted the best for the team and things were looking up.

After the game, a few guys went out, but since they were all coming over to his and Army’s place the next night, Marc didn’t go with them. Unfortunately, Lovey wasn’t home when he got there.

Damn. Where was she? Hopefully out with her new friends and not on a fucking date. That thought made his gut cramp. He went to pour himself a glass of chocolate milk and took in all the food in the fridge. She’d been out shopping, apparently in preparation for the party. He’d told her they’d pay for that stuff. He shook his head before heading to his room. Alone.

They had Sunday off, so he slept in a little. He needed to find out from Lovey what else needed to be done. Maybe there were still some things to purchase. She was already awake and dressed in her yoga gear when he got up. Right. Yoga class.

“Hey.” She beamed her luminous smile at him, making him want to grab her and kiss her. “Good game last night.”

He squinted. “You saw it?”

“Parts of it. The bar we were at had it on.”

“We?” Fuck. He hated himself for asking.

“Jillian and Leigh and I. We went out for dinner and drinks.”

“Ah. Cool.”

She hopped onto a stool and started spooning yogurt into her mouth.

“I see you bought some stuff for the party. I told you we’d pay for it.”

“You can pay me back, don’t worry. There are more things we need, but I couldn’t carry it all yesterday.”

“You should’ve waited until today. I’ll drive you wherever you need to go.”

“Thank you.” Her eyes warmed. “I wanted to get started making some of the stuff yesterday. There are going to be a lot of people here. We can go when I get home from yoga class.”

She moved around the kitchen, the snug black pants hugging her ass and thighs, the fitted tank top outlining her breasts and slender waist. She reached for a black zip-up jacket and pushed her arms into it. “Back in a bit.”

He went to the gym and worked out while she was at yoga, and got home just after her. He was looking forward to driving her to do whatever errands needed to be done. Until Duncan said he’d come too. Damn. Ah well.

Lovey seemed to be winging it, grabbing stuff she hadn’t thought of, pausing to try to remember something she’d forgotten. “Should’ve made a note to myself,” she muttered, then her face cleared. “Samosas. I wish I could make everything, but there’s no way. So we’ll have to buy some things we can heat up and serve.”

She was so into this, it was cute. “Don’t knock yourself out. Most of the guys are happy with beer and pretzels.”

She snorted delicately. “I’ve seen you guys eat. We’re gonna need food. Lots of it.”

Once home, she jumped into action, slicing, dicing, arranging bowls and platters. She had Duncan and him setting up a bar in the living room with all the booze they’d bought. Her enthusiasm was contagious, and he found himself looking forward to the evening.

“I have to go get ready now,” she said a while later. “Could one of you put the beer into that big bucket with one of the bags of ice?”

“Sure.” Marc moved to do it as she disappeared.

“Still think beer and bags of chips would be easier,” Army muttered.

“Yeah. But even though she’s going all out, it doesn’t seem…overdone.”

“True.” Army made a face. “There are times it’s handy to have a sister, I guess.”

Marc looked down at himself. “Guess I’ll change too.” The old gray T-shirt he wore had some kind of food stain on it now, and a big wet spot from the bag of ice. He headed to his room and put on clean jeans and a button-down shirt. He left it untucked and turned the cuffs back on his forearms as he walked down the hall.

Guests started arriving before Lovey had emerged from her bedroom, so he and Army started letting people in and greeting them, offering drinks. Then she breezed out, all pretty in a pair of sexy flared jeans with a snug black long-sleeve tee tucked into them and a multi-colored scarf that looped around her neck. She knew a lot of the players but not all, and hadn’t met many wives and girlfriends. As usual, within an hour they were all her new best friends.

“Let me take those out.” Marc took some bowls from her. “Come on! Chips? You’re serving chips?”

She grinned. “Sure. You have to have chips at a party. Among other things.”

Everything was finger food, which was great, and she’d organized paper plates and serviettes, all black and white to match this game they were supposedly going to play. Or some of them were going to play anyway.

He made sure Ryan was meeting people and noticed Lovey talking to him at one point, asking him questions about where he was from and where he’d played hockey up till then. The look in Ryan’s eyes was…interested. This did not amuse Marc. Jesus. Where the hell was Army now? He’d warned everyone else off his sister, he needed to get on this so the rookie knew too.

Lovey caught his eye, lifted her eyebrows, and he realized he’d been scowling.