The Hockey Captain’s Unwanted Wife (Blair and Grayson) novel Chapter 208

Chapter 208

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I walked the corridor like I had somewhere to be.

I had nowhere.

I was completely losing my mind.

That kiss.

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There had been a spark in it I had never felt with any other woman, and I had the kind of record that made fathers lock their daughters inside.

Ask anyone. I walked into rooms and people started talking before I even sat down. I knew how to take a woman apart and leave before morning made it complicated. I had done it in enough cities that the cities started to blur.

That kiss had gone through my mouth and into my chest and stayed there.

It terrified me. Charlotte made me feel things I’d never felt before.

I was not supposed to feel that way for Charlotte.

We were friends.

Friends did not kiss like that and enjoy it.

Friends did not fuck around.

Friends did not think of each other in the bathroom.

Friends did not watch their best friend play with her pussy and then carry that image around like it had

been burned into the back of their head.

Charlotte just wanted sex. She had said it twice. No strings attached. One night. I had felt her thigh lock around my hip and her teeth on my lip and her wet heat through lace and I had wanted to give her every night after that, and that was the problem.

Not one night.

I wanted it more than once. I wanted it in a way that did not have an exit.

What if I gave it to her and I felt something real.

What happened then?

Fuck.

I could not do it.

I could not ruin our friendship.

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My hands still knew the shape of her waist. The exact give of it. The way she had arched when my thumb. found her nipple. If I went back into that suite I would not stop at a kiss. I would put her on the bed and d out if the spark survived getting naked, and I already knew the answer, and the answer was what scared me.

Pulling away had felt like ripping my own hair off.

I had been two seconds from being inside her.

Her hand had gone for my pants. I had my fingers brushing over the soaked lace between her legs and ske had rolled her hips into them like she was already mine.

I had tasted her moan. I had felt how hard I was against her and how little it would have taken to shove the fabric aside and take what she had asked for.

I had torn my mouth off hers anyway.

I still did not know how.

My body had not agreed with the decision. My cock was still aching in my pants like I had left something unfinished.

My mouth still tasted like her. My hands kept flexing at my sides because they wanted her hair again, her throat, the wet heat I had only been allowed to feel through cloth.

I had walked out like a coward because staying would have meant becoming a different man before I was

ready to be one.

Marco’s door opened a crack. He took one look at me and frowned.

I did not want to see my brother right now.

“Why do you look like that?”

“Go to sleep.”

“I just got here.” He studied my face how he always did when he thought he could read me.

“She’s in there. You’re out here. I’m guessing she’s still mad about that thing that happened last night that the two of you refuse to tell me about.”

“I’m not talking to you about this.”

“Then don’t talk. He laughed. “Let’s go get something to drink. Like old times. Hopefully I can figure out why you’re being such an ass to me.”

“I’m good,” I snapped.

I did not want to see his face right now. It only reminded me that Charlotte liked him. My best friend liked my brother and it made me sick and I did not understand why the thought of her laughing at something he said felt like a hand around my throat.

I stayed in the hall after he shut the door, mumbling something I didn’t hear.

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Barcelona at night through the window at the end of the corridor was beautiful. Warm colors, pretty lights. A city that did not care that I had just almost fucked my best friend against a hotel wall and then run from har like she had burned me.

I should have been enjoying the view.

I could not do it.

My head was full of the sound she made when I lifted her.

Full of her voice asking me to have sex with her.

Full of the way she had kissed me back-not shy, not testing, like she had been waiting as long as I had and had decided she was done waiting.

That was not no strings attached.

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