Page 40 of Pucked Together

"Ouch! Fine, I'll clean it," he says, ripping it out of my hands and dropping it onto the floor. "I liked it better when you two individually would get on me. This is just unfair."

He tosses the wet towel into the sink, grabs a few beers, and heads back toward the pool.

"Michael?" I ask, helping her empty the contents of the bags onto the counter.

"That's his name."

"And I'm Goalie-zilla?"

"What would you prefer I call you?" She pauses and turns to face me.

I shrug. "Well, according to everyone we know, you're my girlfriend, something more...endearing."

"Endearing?" she deadpans. "Like Ryker's Island for the imprisonment you've now put me in by locking me into this weird situation. Rooming with you. Working with you. Dating you."

"Really, Izzy? You had a choice."

"Not much," she narrows her eyes at me and returns to her rabbit food.

Keeping this up with that attitude is going to be ridiculous.

"Look, I'm fighting World War Three with Keelan over all this. I'm just saying we should probably make it more convincing."

She slams the carrots down and breathes deep. She pushes her shoulders back before turning to face me. What's this about?

"Ok, Ryker." Her voice is sweet and sultry. "What would you like me to call you? Honey? Baby?" She walks up to me until we're toe to toe. "Daddy?" She raises an eyebrow.

She's teasing me. But any of those words coming from her mouth cause parts of me to twitch that I'd rather not get activated right now.

She pushes her chest into me and looks up with those siren eyes, beckoning me to do something.

"You really don't want to poke this bear, Wildfire." I'm looking down at her, remembering the kiss we shared yesterday. Those lips. The taste of her. The moans she let out for me.

She runs a finger down my chest and over my abs. Stupid clothes. "What if I like poking the bear, Goalie-zilla?"

A low rumble escapes me. Ok, two can play at this game.

I grab her by the waist and hoist her onto the kitchen counter, knocking some of her groceries onto the floor. Her eyes go wild, and she looks around to see if anyone is watching.

I spread her thighs open and slide in between them, leaning in with both my hands on either side of her. We're face to face, and I'm staring into her eyes. Her breath hitches.

"Go ahead then, Wildfire. Poke the bear."

Her eyes narrow, and she wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me closer to her. Now I know I can't hide the growing erection in my pants.

She wraps her legs around my waist, and we're as close as we can be with clothes on. We're at a stalemate, breathing heavy. Both of us coaxing the other to make the next move with just our eyes.

"Um, sorry to interrupt," a voice comes from the kitchen entrance.

Izzy looks over my shoulder to see who it is, but I already know.

"Landry and the guys are out back, Teagan." Keelan must've invited more of the guys over and didn't care to tell us.

Izzy and I don't move a muscle, knowing the first one to move from this is the weakest link. And we're both way too stubborn to let the other have more control.

"Th-anks, B." He shuffles past us. I hear the sliding door open and close.

Izzy's gaze returns back to me. "Your move, bear."