Major Misconduct (Aces Hockey #1) by Kelly Jamieson Page B

with the two women.
    “No threesomes!” Jared called as they walked out.
    Marc shook his head, grinning.
    Lovey and Jillian chatted all the way to Jillian’s apartment, mostly about Hakim, and Jillian’s plan to see him the next afternoon to go skating at Millennium Park. They dropped her off, and then it was just Lovey and him in the vehicle. He turned up the music—Arcade Fire.
    “Great song,” Lovey said. “Love their new album. You like indie music?”
    He nodded.
    “You played great tonight,” she said. “I didn’t get a chance to tell you that at Eddy’s. I saw you go behind the net, just like you were talking about, and I knew you were going to score.”
    “Yeah?”
    “Yup. You were really playing hard, especially in the third period. Too bad the rest of the team wasn’t. And that bad call against Olaf cost you the game.”
    “Nah. We can’t blame the refs. One call doesn’t lose a game. We should’ve played better.” They were a team. They didn’t win or lose a game because of how one guy played or because of one shitty penalty. He couldn’t blame anyone else for the loss. At least, not out loud. Inside his head, though, he was concerned about a couple of the guys. “I try to get them going by playing the best I can.”
    “That’s why you’re the captain.”
    He shrugged.
    “Do you practice tomorrow?”
    “Nope. We get the day off.”
    “That’s nice. What are you going to do?”
    “Eh…dunno. Haven’t planned anything. Work out, probably.”
    “Skating at Millennium Park sounds like fun.” She paused. “But then, skating is work for you, I guess.”
    Was she asking him out? Did she want
him
to ask
her
out? It couldn’t happen.
    Tempting as it was to picture them skating together, laughing…Nope. Couldn’t happen.
    But heat shimmered in the interior of his SUV, the faint sweet vanilla cake and icing scent of her teasing him, the sincerity of her praise for his game warming him inside. He said nothing and tried to focus on navigating the snowy streets.
    “Were
you
thinking about a threesome?”
    His head snapped around and his jaw went slack as he gaped at her. “What?”
    She smiled. “You said every guy there was thinking about a threesome with Jillian and me. Were you?”
    “Uh…” He choked a little. “Uh, no, of course not.” He was not entirely lying. Sure, the idea had popped into his head, he was a guy and that was a very pleasant fantasy. But if he was really honest, he’d mostly been thinking about a twosome—him and Lovey. He swallowed a groan of frustration.
    “I saw how you were looking at me.”
    Fuck. Once again, he had a hard time finding words. “Looking at you?”
    “Yes. C’mon, Marc, admit it. There’s some kind of spark between us.”
    “No. No, there isn’t.” The words rushed out of his mouth. His heart picked up speed though, and desire surged through his body.
    He pulled into the underground parking garage beneath their condo and found his space near the elevator. He stopped with a sharp tap of the brakes that jolted the vehicle, slammed it into park, and jumped out. He rounded the vehicle to open Lovey’s door, even though he wanted to bolt for the elevator. She leaped lightly to her feet and he flung the door shut and followed her toward the elevator, bleeping the locks over his shoulder.
    In the enclosed space of the elevator, she studied him, for a change not saying anything, but he saw the heated interest in her eyes, and the full curve of her bottom lip made him break out in a sweat. Jesus, he wanted that mouth.
    She apparently knew, and he realized he’d given himself away by staring at those lush lips when she dragged her tongue over her bottom lip. His dick thickened and lengthened and he shifted his feet on the elevator floor, willing it to travel faster and the doors to open so he could make his escape and barricade himself in his bedroom. Heat built between them as they watched each other, and he dragged his eyes off her and