Page 62 of Sticks and Stones (Shadow Valley U)

She sighs, nearly audible from across the room, then heads in Wren’s direction.

They have a little chat, and Wren turns to glare at me. She tears off her apron and disappears into the kitchen, reemerging with her bag only a minute later.

“Ready?” I ask at the front entrance.

“You’re an ass.”

I shift my bag higher on my shoulder, then tug hers from her grip. “Look at it this way, Sticks. It’s just foreplay to see what I can do withonestick…”

She elbows me.

But almost two hours later, practice has concluded, and Wren Davis is still waiting for me.

Well, I hope she’s waiting for me. She definitely doesn’t seem to be paying any attention to Evan, who gives her a weird look before heading to the locker room.

“C’mere, Sticks,” I call.

She scoffs.

I plant my hands on my hips. “Get on the ice, Wren.”

She mouths something. It’s a toss-up betweenI can’t hear youandFuck off.

“That won’t work.” I skate in a circle and come back. I point to the door that opens between the stands and penalty box. “Through there.”

She throws up her hands. A moment later, she’s moving down the rows toward the door. I meet her there, unlocking it from the inside and grabbing her hand, just to drag her through faster.

“Your coach literally just left the ice,” she breathes. Her hand presses against my chest. “What are you doing?”

I catch the back of her head and lean down. Our lips collide, and although it takes her a second, she’s suddenly just asinit as she was the other night.

Part of me thought it might be a fluke. That she was so out of her mind from the nightmare, from someone being in her room, fromfear,that she just latched onto me because I was a willing distraction.

I pick her up and set her on the ledge next to the door for the ice. She spreads her legs, letting me step up closer. I nip her lower lip. She groans in my mouth.

The sound goes right to my dick trapped behind the fucking cup. I release her with one hand and yank it out, tossing it on the bench behind us. I shift forward and press my hard-on between her legs.

“Tell me you want me to touch your pretty little pussy, Sticks,” I say against her lips.

I drag my mouth down her jaw. She tilts her head, giving me more room to kiss and suck on her neck. The urge to leave a mark floods through me. Her hands skim along the waistband of my sweatpants.

It’s driving me absolutely fucking wild.

I grip her hair and force her head back farther, biting her skin.

“Fuck,” she groans. “We’re in public.”

“No one can see us,” I say against her pulse point.

She whimpers again. My hands are all over her. I cup her breasts through her shirt, then slide down and into her pants. She makes a noise when my fingers brush her clit, and farther still to curl inside her.

“Someone’s turned on.” I lean back just enough to smirk at her.

She grabs my face and kisses me again. Her tongue stokes a fire under my skin that I can’t fucking control. I undo the button of her pants and yank them down, dropping to my knees. I put her legs over my shoulders and wink at her.

“Stone—”

“Not now.” I push aside the strip of her panties hiding her cunt from me.