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Chapter no 35 – HAZEL

The Fake Out (Vancouver Storm, #2)

A FEW DAYS LATER,ย I walk into the gym as Roryโ€™s doing bench presses while a trainer spots him. His eyes meet mine from the bench.

โ€œOne thousand and one,โ€ he manages as I walk past, pushing the bar up. โ€œOne thousand and two.โ€

I burst out laughing. He sets the bar on the rack, swings up to sitting, and gives me a broad grin.

God, Iโ€™m in so much trouble. When Iโ€™m not thinking about him on his knees, licking me, Iโ€™m thinking about running with him through Stanley Park. Or about him talking about his mom with that look on his face that breaks my fucking heart, like he misses her. Like heโ€™s lost without her. My heart aches.

Or about the way his features hardened when his dad called.

Protective anger slices through me. Iโ€™d love to meet his dad and rip him to shreds. So what if heโ€™s a Canadian hockey legend? I have a feeling heโ€™s the voice in Roryโ€™s head when Rory says things likeย food is fuel,ย beer is inflammatory, andย Iโ€™m only worth what my body can do for me.

Rory deserves so much better than Rick Miller.

โ€œCan we take five?โ€ Rory asks the trainer, who nods.

He walks over to where Iโ€™m preparing for my session with Connor and sits on the wooden box I just set down. My stomach flips upside down with excited anticipation. Ever since we messed around, Iโ€™ve been waiting for him to bring it up.

โ€œWhat are you doing tonight?โ€ he asks. โ€œLetโ€™s go for dinner.โ€

I used to find his arrogance annoying. So why do I now find it hot? And why am I wearing more of the lingerie he sent? โ€œI have plans.โ€

He glances at Connor, who just walked into the gym for our session, and stands, stepping into my space. โ€œGive me a kiss,โ€ he says to me.

I feel us being watched, which was the point of the whole thing, but my stomach does another barrel roll at the idea of touching him.

When his fingers trace my jaw, Iโ€™m done for. I bend toward him like a vine reaching for the sun.

He kisses me with gentle care, soft and sweet, pulling me against his chest. His scent is in my nose, all around me, surrounding me, and every muscle eases as I lean into him. Heโ€™s too fucking tall and my neck is almost at a ninety-degree angle, but I donโ€™t care.

He smiles against my lips, presses one more kiss to my mouth, and looks down at me with affection like Iโ€™m the best thing heโ€™s ever seen.

โ€œLet me take you for dinner,โ€ he says again, and I picture all the things we could do after dinner. Things like the other night, with his head between my legs. Maybe heโ€™d let me touch him, and Iโ€™d get to hear what Rory Miller actually sounds like when he comes.

Maybe weโ€™d skip dinner altogether.

No, I scold myself. It was just the one time, regardless of how much Iโ€™ve been thinking about it.

โ€œI canโ€™t.โ€ I blink, clearing my head, refocusing my thoughts. My skin prickles, and I know Connorโ€™s watching and waiting for our session to start. โ€œReally, I canโ€™t tonight. My parents are in town.โ€

He looks at me, waiting. โ€œWhat?โ€

โ€œInvite me.โ€

โ€œRory. Itโ€™s just my parents.โ€ And Pippa, Jamie, and Jamieโ€™s mom, Donna.

โ€œI know. Iโ€™ve met them.โ€

Right. New Yearโ€™s last year, when he and a bunch of other players crashed on my parentsโ€™ living room floor.

My parents think weโ€™re actually dating, though, and Rory getting close with my family feels real. I still donโ€™t know what this is between us.

โ€œI can just say youโ€™re busy.โ€

โ€œNo.โ€ He frowns. โ€œIโ€™d like to see them. I like your dad, and I didnโ€™t get to talk much with your mom. It would be nice to get to know her.โ€ His brow arches. โ€œThis is what I want.โ€

โ€œHmm?โ€

โ€œI won.โ€ His eyes flash with heat like heโ€™s reliving me riding his face. โ€œWe agreed that if I won, I could have whatever I want.โ€

I let out a laugh of disbelief. โ€œThisย is what you want?โ€ Of all the things he could ask for?

โ€œThis is what I want.โ€

Heโ€™s wearing his soft, sweet,ย Hazel is so cuteย smile, and Iโ€™m struck by how much I like this one. How much Iโ€™m going to miss it when weโ€™re done with this.

Fuck.

I shake my head because I donโ€™t know what to make of this guy sometimes. A laugh slips out of me.

โ€œFine. Rory, would you like to join us for dinner?โ€

A broad smile stretches across his handsome face, and I feel like Iโ€™ve won something, because I love that look.

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