When I get close, I backhand it low into the corner and watch it flip in right past his left leg and into the net.

  The fans suddenly come back into my tunnel vision as my name is chanted in a wild roar of excitement. I briefly touch my good luck charm branded on my chest before the team swarms the ice and shares the win with me as my helmet is tapped and gloves are hit.

  Blade reaches us, and I touch my helmet to his.

  “Nice saves,” I grin.

  “Nice shot,” he adds, chuckling.

  We skate off the ice, but not before I glance at the raven-haired beauty who’s grinning ear to ear in the stands. Her finger comes up to briefly tap her red-painted lips, and I lift my eyebrow in recognition as a smirk plays on my face.

  That’s right, sunshine.

  Those cherry lips are mine with that goal.

  I step through the door leading to the locker rooms and quickly strip my uniform off before sinking into an ice bath. The guys are loud and excited from the win, already talking about celebrating tonight at Breakaway.

  “You going out with us?” Hayes asks, walking over from the interview he just did. His pads are already off, and he’s removing his pants as he speaks.

  “Nope. I’ve got other plans.” I stand up from the ice bath and grab a towel as Hayes sinks into the ice tub next to mine.

  “Married already,” he chuckles. “I guess that just means more girls for me.”

  “They are all yours,” I grin, heading to the shower.

  I got the one I want.

  I take a shower in record time, thankful I don’t have any interviews tonight, before tucking the two stuffed animals in my suit jacket that I had sent over earlier and heading outside.

  A few fans are waiting, and I take the time to sign a few things, knowing how much it meant to me when I was younger to have one of the players acknowledge me.

  When I’m done, I see two heads of dark curls flying in a blur before I catch Bee and Charlie in a hug as I bend down to their level.

  “Hey,” I laugh. “Did you girls enjoy the game?”

  “It was so fun! I got popcorn, and Daddy caught your puck!” Bee exclaims, holding out the black disc in her hand.

  “My daddy caught one too!” Charlie grins, her grey eyes so like Savi’s brothers that there is no doubting that she’s a Montgomery as she shows me the puck.

  “I got something else for you guys.” I reach into my pockets and pull out the dolphin stuffed animals with the Bolts emblem on the tail.

  “It’s Stormy!” The girls squeal when they see the famous dolphin of our team.

  “It is,” I grin, handing it to them as they hug it to their chest.

  “He’s the fastest dolphin in the ocean,” Bee says in awe. “Just like you, Uncle Knox, but you’re fastest when the water is frozen.”

  “I’ll take that,” I laugh.

  “You are going to spoil them,” Miles laughs, watching them go over to Jake and Lyla to show them their dolphins.

  “So what,” I shrug. “It makes me happy, so let me spoil them in peace.”

  “I agree. It’s the best part about being an aunt or uncle,” Savi says softly, turning my attention to her.

  She’s holding Jake’s baby in her arms, and my heart constricts tightly in my chest as she lovingly holds him against her chest while he sleeps soundly on her shoulder. Dark hair peeks out of a little Bolts beanie, and I can’t help but wonder what it would feel like if it were our kid one day.

  “He’s beautiful, isn’t he?” Olivia whispers, looking at Cruz with a smile.

  “Yeah, he is,” I swallow. I’m completely caught off guard seeing her with a baby and how it’s affecting me. This isn’t something I was prepared for, and it’s damn near killing me to keep my emotions in check.

  “Do you want to hold him?” Savi asks as I flick my eyes to hers in a panic. I glance at Miles, and he just grins.

  “I know how babies scare the hell out of you, but don’t worry—he won’t bite,” he says, laughing.

  Little does he know, it’s not the baby that scares the hell out of me. It’s his sister standing next to him, and how I can’t stop picturing her round with mine.

  I step closer to Savi and get a whiff of her light vanilla scent as our hands brush when she transfers over the sleeping bundle. Her blue eyes meet mine before she quickly looks away, knowing it’s impossible right now to hide what we both are clearly feeling.

  Cruz settles into my arms, and his little sigh warms my neck as I gently pat his back, keeping him from waking all the way up.

  “You’re a natural,” Olivia grins, playing devil’s advocate. I know Savi has told the girls some things, and I’m sure her and Lyla are loving my uncomfortable state right now. “Maybe you’re next.”

  “We are next for sure, honey. Way before Knox having kids,” Miles laughs, wrapping his arms around his fiancé. “He’s told me numerous times that he doesn’t want the family life.”

  For some reason, that pisses me off, and I can’t help the frown that creases my brow.

  “People can change, you know,” Savi spits out, glaring at her brother. “You certainly did after you met Olivia.”

  “Yeah, I did,” he says slowly, looking at her in confusion. It’s not like her to come to my defense. The old us would already be at each other’s throats, and she would be right there with him, talking smack about me. “Since when do you side with Stone?”

  Shit.

  This is not going in the direction I wanted tonight.

  “Since you forced us to live together, remember? It was either try to get along or kill each other. I rather enjoy my life, so I chose the first option,” she says, clearly saving our asses with her clever comeback. “He’s still a pain in my ass,” she smirks, glancing briefly at me and playing the part we’ve always done, “but he’s tolerable when he’s holding my nephew and giving out gifts to my nieces.”

  “See, I’m tolerable,” I grin at Miles. “I guess I’ve moved up from dog shit on the bottom of her shoe.”

  “Barely,” Savi mutters, and I grin wider. I notice her fight to contain her smile and realize she’s having fun with this.

  “You guys ready to eat? Knox, are you coming with us?” Lyla asks, holding both girls’ hands and walking up to us.

  “They just won their game. I’m sure he would much rather go to Breakaway with his team than eat at a table with a kid’s menu,” Jake laughs.

  “Actually, a kid’s menu sounds better.” I wink at Bee and Charlie, causing them to giggle.

  “It’s settled then,” Olivia smiles, taking Miles’s hand as we start walking.

  “Let me at least take Cruz. He’s drooling all over your suit jacket.” Lyla reaches out with her hands, but I shake my head.

  “He’s fine where he is. Let him sleep some more while we walk.”

  “Okay,” she smiles, taking the girl’s hands again as Jake walks on the other side of Charlie.

  I walk slow letting the others get in front of me. Savi hangs back as well, and I’m grateful to finally be able to talk to her.

  “Nice lipstick, sunshine.” I give her a sideways glance as her lip quirks.

  “I thought you might like that.” She plays with her gold chain, and I watch my number slip between her fingers before it drops into the crevice of her breasts. I would give my left nut right now to be able to follow it with my tongue.

  “I scored a goal just in case you missed it.”

  “I saw it,” she smiles. “I have every intention of following through on my promise.”

  Her tongue swipes along the cherry color, and my dick instantly reacts.

  “Make sure you sit next to me,” I say quietly as we arrive at the restaurant. Even though we can’t openly show affection yet, it doesn’t mean I can’t reach for her under the table.

  “Oh, I have every intention of doing so, number twenty-two.” A sexy grin appears on her face before she walks into the Mexican cantina, leaving me standing there holding a baby.

  “I think I’m in trouble,” I whisper to Cruz before stepping inside and praying like hell I can get through this dinner without turning Savi over my knee. Something tells me she’s going to enjoy making me squirm, but she’s not the only one who can play this game.

  THIRTY-THREE

  SAVI

  A man like Knox holding a baby should be considered a crime. It’s a lethal combination, and one I’m having a very hard time with. It’s getting harder and harder to stop myself from grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and dragging him somewhere private so I can climb him like a tree to satisfy this yearning he has caused between my legs.

  Pulling out a chair, I take a seat and immediately cross my legs to ease the pressure, hoping like hell I can get through this dinner unscathed.

  Lyla takes Cruz from Knox, and I breathe a little easier. He looks way too sexy holding my nephew, and it’s doing things to my ovaries and my heart to see them together.

  Taking the open seat next to me, he sheds his jacket and gets more comfortable, opening a few buttons and rolling up his sleeves.

  Damn him for looking even more sinfully hot as he runs his hand through his hair and tousles it just the way I like it. I can almost feel the softness running through my fingers.

  Smoothing down my black skirt, I fist my hand under the table as my boot bounces nervously against my crossed leg.

  His thigh brushes mine as he adjusts his chair slightly, bringing him closer to me before he lifts his menu and glances at it. Amusement flashes in those blues, and I know without a doubt he’s got something up his sleeve.

  The waitress comes by, and we order our drinks and appetizers. I opt for the biggest margarita they have, desperately needing something to take the edge off.

  “Thirsty, sunshine?” He murmurs under his breath.

  “Thirsty doesn’t begin to cover it,” I say quietly.

  A low chuckle shakes his shoulders as he appears to study the menu.

  I tense when I feel his hand appear on my thigh. My skin burns from his touch as he runs his hand up higher and rests possessively under my skirt. He keeps it there so close to the V of my legs that one movement of his fingers and he’ll be touching the dampness of my lace.

  When our drinks arrive, I take a huge sip, letting the tequila do its job as my insides warm from the alcohol.

  “Mmmm,” Olivia says, taking a drink of hers. “This is a damn good margarita.”

  “Agreed,” I smile across the table and take another sip.

  “Almost as good as Montgomery’s, but you’ve got them beat, babe.” Olivia leans over and kisses Miles on the cheek.

  “Damn right I do,” he grins, leaning back with his arm over her chair.

  I try to focus on small talk as the guys discuss the game. My nieces are busy coloring on the kids’ menu while Cruz is still sound asleep in Jake’s arms.

  Knox’s hand doesn’t budge, and if anything, it’s gripping more as his fingers knead my flesh. He continues his conversation like it’s nothing when I’m feeling everything, and can barely stop my moan.

  Testing him a bit, I move my hand to his thigh and feel him tense underneath me.

  Biting a smile back, I give him a taste of his own medicine as my finger ‘accidentally’ brushes the front of his pants.

  He grips my thigh tighter in warning as I feel him grow bigger by the second.

  Clearing his throat, he takes a sip of his tequila on the rocks before shifting slightly in his seat. I keep my eyes trained on the company around me, feeling like I should win an Oscar for the performance I’m giving.

  My phone vibrates in my purse, and I reach inside to make sure it’s not an emergency with one of my patients.

  Knox

  BATHROOM HALLWAY NOW!

  I glance over, and he’s pocketing his phone, avoiding my gaze. His jaw is tense and perfectly chiseled as he takes a sip of his drink.

  “I’ll be right back. That was Dr. Matthews. He needs some information about a patient of mine. I need to make a quick call,” I ramble, not entirely sure what the hell is coming out of my mouth as I feel Knox release his grip on me so I can stand.

  They nod and go back to their conversations as I walk quickly to the hallway leading to the bathrooms.

  It’s dimly lit and feels like a mile long before I finally find the door to the ladies’ room and step inside, needing a second to put myself together.

  Walking to the sink, I run a hand through my hair and smooth down my skirt before touching up my lipstick. I finger the necklace at my throat and feel my heart accelerate.

  He’s close by.

  I can feel him.

  Taking a deep breath to calm the butterflies in my stomach, I walk back out and softly yelp in surprise as strong arms immediately usher me farther down the hall.

  His hard body is pressed against me as my back hits the wall, blocking me from anyone’s sight if they were to come around the corner.

  “You’ve been very naughty tonight, sunshine,” he says quietly, fingering the chain around my neck and following it to the swell of my breast. Pulling out the gold charm with his number, his eyes darken as he rubs it between his fingers.

  “Me naughty?” I ask, my eyes widening. “You’ve been up in my skirt all night, driving me mad.”

  “I belong all up in your skirt.” He runs his hand up my thigh, going under the black fabric. This time, though, he doesn’t stop as his hand goes directly between my legs. “I’ve been dying to touch you all night,” he whispers seductively, fingering the lace of my panties before slipping a finger inside.

  I moan softly as he sinks in deep and adds another finger.

  “Fuck, Sav,” he groans. “You’re so wet for me.” He moves his palm against me, and I shamelessly want more.

  “Please, Knox,” I whimper. “I need you to make this ache stop.”

  “You do realize I’m a dead man walking if one of your brothers happens to need to take a piss, right?”

  “You’re right,” I sigh. “My nieces are here too. Shit. I don’t know what I was thinking. I can’t think when it comes to you, apparently.”

  Knowing I need to get my head on straight, I try to move away, but he stops me.

  “Not a chance,” he says, shaking his head. “I take care of what is mine. I just need…” His brows furrow as he looks around and steps back, turning the handle on one of the doors that are closed next to us.

  It doesn’t budge, so he tries the next one. The handle turns easily, and he peeks his head inside before turning and grinning wickedly at me.

  “I guess it’s our lucky day,” he says, taking my hand and pulling me inside. There’s enough light from the small window to let me know it’s a supply closet of some kind.

  A soft click of the lock has me turning around as his dark figure approaches me.

  “About that ache you need taken care of,” he murmurs, walking me back until I hit a wall. His hand slides back up my thigh and slips into my panties again. “Let’s see what I can do about making it stop.”

  His fingers dive in, and my head falls back with a moan. I feel his breath against my lips as his tongue traces my bottom one before moving to my neck.

  “We wouldn’t want to ruin your pretty red lips…yet,” he grins against my skin as he sucks the flesh behind my ear instead.

  His presence consumes me as I feel his hard body against me and inhale his scent that drives me wild. All the pent-up energy that’s been stirring between us since I first saw him on the ice tonight comes crashing to a head.

  I suddenly need more.

  I want more.

  My hands go to his pants as I fumble with his buckle, lowering his zipper. He stills and groans as I rub down the length of him through his boxer briefs. He’s rock hard, leaving me no doubt that he wants me just as much.

  “Fucking you in a closet with your family on the other side of the wall is a dangerous game to be playing, sunshine.”

  “I take care of what is mine, too,” I rasp, releasing him and wrapping my hand around his swollen skin. “If you’re too afraid of getting caught, I can stop,” I tease, making a move to remove my hand and giggle when he firmly covers his hand over mine and guides it down the length of him again.

  “I think we both know that I don’t give two fucks about being caught.” He lifts me up and pins me to the wall as my legs lock tightly around him.

  Faint conversation filters through the thin walls as people dine just a few feet away, completely unaware that we are sating a hunger far more dangerous than theirs.

  “Try not to scream, sunshine. This one's going to be fast and explosive.”

  Sliding my thong to the side, he centers himself and thrusts in deep as I bite my lip to stifle a cry.

  “Jesus,” he pants, filling me again, harder this time. “Always so fucking good,” he moans into my neck before sucking deep on my flesh.

  “Yes,” I whimper, feeling the buildup deep in my core. “So good,” I groan as he hits spots deep inside that quickly knock me to the edge.

  His fingers dig into my ass as mine tighten in his hair.

  “You are going to sit at the table for the rest of the night with my cum coating this sweet pussy,” he growls. “Since I can’t touch you, you are damn well going to feel me slide down your thighs and remember who you belong to.”

  “You,” I breathe. “I belong to you,” I moan as my body explodes on my last words. Biting back a scream, my walls pulse around him as my orgasm overtakes all coherent thoughts.

  “Savi,” he groans my name as his warm release pours into me, igniting all kinds of sensations as I feel him constrict deep inside in the same frantic rhythm.

  “Holy shit. Fast and explosive is right,” I pant, trying to catch my breath after the last tremor leaves my body.

  “It’s always been explosive with us,” he chuckles softly. “Anger, sex…love. It’s never not felt like a thousand fireworks shooting off at once.”