Chapter 28
Three goals.
He got three freaking goals. How’s that possible?
He finally did end up hearting Shadow’s message but hopefully the momentum was gone by then and no one noticed.
Tisch told me this morning that speculation is all over the place with who Shadow might be. Some people think it’s a publicity ploy by the media manager to get people buzzing about games. Others think it’s a practical joke from another player.
Fewer are believing the likelihood of Kane Andrews actually hearting the same mystery girl’s messages.
Rumors are spreading like wildfire on Shadow’s identity and I’m one hundred percent okay with that.
As long as they’re all wrong.
Besides, everyone knows Kane Andrews doesn’t do anything more than once if it’s not hockey related.
And I can attest to that.
Me. Exhibit A.
If there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s that attraction and relationships aren’t the same thing to him.
I want to ask him why. I’ve been thinking about it more and more lately, because the more I get to know his world, the less I believe he wants to play it solo so he can be free to sleep with whoever he wants. He’s never said as much, but why else would he be opposed to a committed relationship?
A few students shove past me on my way out of the building. “Who’s driving next Sunday? Titans are going for the kill at Highland Arena.”
I pause and wait for them to pass.
“They’re playing Titans again next week?” I mutter out loud.
“Oh yeah, on their turf this time,” a girl chirps behind me. “It’s over an hour away, so we’ll probably skip it. But man, if we could get a ride, I’d love to go. Word has it, the Titans have been on a winning streak since they lost against us and they are ready for the Knights again.”
I shrug. “It’s just another game, right?”
“No. If the Titans beat them in this one, they’ll overtake the Knights in the national ranks.”
The other girl gasps. “We have to try to go. The more people cheering for the Knights in that arena, the better. The app alone won’t be enough.”
I’m still trying to process this information by the time the girls wave goodbye and head down the steps.
“Um…yeah, bye,” I offer a small wave about ten seconds too late.
I find Kane waiting for me along the brick wall around the corner outside the arena.
His grin weakens as I get close and he reaches for my waist protectively. “You alright?”
I blink up at him. “Yeah, I’m good. You?”
He shrugs and glances around. “I could go three more rounds.” Then his eyes drop to mine with a smirk.
I exhale, suddenly preoccupied with next week’s game. And how I might not be enough to help him. “Right.”
He catches my hand with a frown. “Hey, what’s going on?”
I’m about to respond but a car pulls up to us, with the window rolled down.
“Isla. Girl, I don’t know what magic you did, but thank God for you tonight,” Hunter says from the passenger’s seat of Greyson’s car.
Kane opens the door for me. I slide into the back seat, and he follows, settling in beside me as we pull away. It’s warm inside and the energy from their win buzzes through me.
“Um…you’re welcome?” It still feels awkward taking any credit for a superstition.
Grey races through the campus gates and I jerk forward. Kane pulls me back into his side like a safety belt.
“You didn’t see the Knights’ bad luck charm tonight?” Hunter asks.
Oh. This is about Kane’s mother. “How often does she come to your games?”
“Only the second one this season. Now that I thoroughly pissed her off, she might take a break.”
“Well that’s a relief,” I exhale, then look at Kane. “Heard you guys are playing the Titans again next weekend. And…that it’s a pretty big deal. No chance of her showing up then, right?”
He studies me for a second, his expression softening like he understands why I looked upset a moment ago. “No,” he says, rubbing a thumb over the back of my hand.
“What’s her deal, anyway? Why does she care?” I direct the question to the guys in front, but it’s Kane that I really want to answer me.
He runs a hand down his face and shifts in his seat. “My guess, she’s running out of money. My father’s money. She’s already negotiating endorsement deals for me like she’s my manager. And the constant pressure for me to be better…is only for her benefit.”
“Why don’t you stop her?”
“Because if she goes down, she’s taking me with her.”
I frown and stare at him, a million more questions on my mind. But I don’t get the chance to ask them.
Grey cuts in. “Where we celebrating tonight?”
Kane looks down at me. “You tired?”
I shake my head. “Are you?”
“Exhausted. Grey, drop us off at The Castle.” He gives them a look I’m sure they read loud and clear.
Kane lifts me off my feet the moment we step into his bedroom. I wrap my arms around his neck, kissing him with everything I’ve got. Because I know if I stop to think or talk or even look at him, I’ll say something stupid. Something I can’t take back.
Like, I don’t think I want these to be lessons anymore. I want this to be us. To only be us.
“Hey, slow down,” he says softly against my lips. “I need to shower first. I didn’t want to waste time in the locker room. I raced out to come find you.”
“Sor—” I clear my throat and look up at him guiltily.
His playful smirk is going to melt the panties right off me. “Come with me.”
“To the shower?”
“You alright with that?”
My eyes drop to his lips. “Then we can keep kissing?”
He grins. “I’ll even let you close your eyes if you so choose.”
I inhale. “Tempting.”
He perks a brow. “So?”
“Oh, I have to choose now?”
He moves to his dresser and pulls out a bandana. “If you choose to keep them closed, you’ll wear this. If not, I want your eyes open the entire time. Choice is yours.”
I roll my lips. “You choose.”
He lifts the bandana. “Closed.”
Five minutes later, most of my clothes are on the tile floor and my eyes are covered by a piece of fabric that smells like him.
“Fuck you’re so beautiful,” he says as my panties drop to my ankles.
My breath is labored as my hands grip the vanity.
“I wish you could see yourself right now.” His knee nudges my legs apart, spreading me slightly.
I bite back a whimper when he drops to pull them off my feet. “Fuck, baby. I can see how badly you want me.”
I instantly clench, feeling how slippery I am between my thighs.
He turns me around to face him. And even though I still see nothing, I can feel him staring. The heat of his gaze. “What um…what are you thinking?”
He draws close, pressing his bare chest to mine. His voice husky and hungry. “What it would be like to fuck you just like this. To finally be inside you. Fill you with my cock.”
God, does he want me to beg? Because I’m ready to.
I whimper. “Let me feel it. You. Let me feel you.”
There’s a beat before he moves away and I hear him shed the rest of his clothes.
Then the shower comes on. The room warms almost instantly.
He takes my hand and guides me inside, careful not to let me feel him. “Three, Sunshine,” he reminds me, pressing me against the wall. “How do you want to come first?”
“I don’t care,” I breathe out. “Just touch me.”
I hear the smile in his voice. “I love it when you tell me what you want.” He takes my hand and sets it over the towel bar on the wall. “Hold it tight.” Then he slowly leans against me, and I feel his cock poke just under my belly.
I gasp.
“I’m going to drop to my knees now. Your other hand will go in my hair and you’re going to use both hands to rock against my mouth.”
I swallow.
“One more thing.”
“Wh—what else?”
He unties the bandana and tosses it aside. “This is going to be the sexiest thing you’ve ever seen, so I want your eyes on me the whole time.”
I nod vigorously.
“That’s my girl.”
He drops in front of me and lifts my left leg over his shoulder. “Fuck, baby, you’re glistening.” He runs his finger down my slit, making me moan.
He looks up to make sure my eyes are still on him, then buries his face in my pussy, so fast and deep, I cry out.
I grip the bar and him for support but it’s pointless because he holds me in place.
Filling and fucking me impressively with his tongue, then swiping over my clit and back down my center.
How is he even more gorgeous right now?
He’s right. This is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. Kane completely naked, wet, his mouth on the most intimate part of my body, devouring me.
He squeezes my ass and I rock against him. When a finger slides inside me, I moan for more. When he adds a second, my mouth drops and I dig both hands into his hair.
“Yes, God,” I breathe into the steam of the shower.
He pulls his face back, his fingers still fucking me. “You taste so fucking good.” He keeps his eyes on me and I press against the tile wall to keep from coming just from the sight. “How do I look, baby? You like me on my knees for you? Like watching me eat you like my favorite dessert?”
“Kane,” I flatten my palms on the tile wall. “I’m going to come.”
I jerk against his mouth when it’s back against me, sucking my clit and drawing out my orgasm as thoroughly as I release it.
I close my eyes as I catch my breath and feel him stand, his erection poking me between my legs.
My eyes shoot open and I look down. Finding him stroking himself.
God, he’s massive.
I lift my gaze as I reach for it, stroking him the same way he was. His cock is warm, hard, ridged.
“Fuck, you need to stop that,” he says but keeps thrusting against my hand.
“Or what?”
He grunts. “Or you’ll need to finish it.”
“I want to.”
“No.” He catches my wrist with one hand and holds up two fingers with the other. “Get dry and on my bed. I’ll be out in a minute.”
The command is so low and gravelly that I don’t know how to refuse. “Don’t be long.”
I wrap the towel around myself and dry off quickly, then watch him from outside the steamy shower door. His palm is pressed against the tile wall as he strokes himself.
And I’m mesmerized.
The way his head falls back. The way his right bicep works. By his firm ass that’s barely visible behind the steam. The way he rocks his hips slightly into his hand. The sounds he makes.
Kane was wrong.