Face Off: A Spicy Rivals to Lovers Hockey Romance (D.C. Stars Book 1)

Maverick steps closer. He crowds my space, eyes holding mine. “Did he lay a finger on you?”

“What?” Hudson asks from my left. “Who put a finger on her?”

“Someone hurt Emmy?” Ethan pulls off his gloves. “Who the fuck was it?”

“Hell, no. We ride at fucking dawn!” Grant yells, and Seymour pats his shoulder.

I don’t need performance enhancing drugs when I’m having the best sex of my life,

I’ve never wanted someone the way I want Emerson—repeatedly.

Consistently.

Every second of every day.

Hartwell’s hockey skills are on a different planet, and I think I might be a little bit in love with her.

God damn.

She’s hot as sin.

Exactly the kind of woman I could get into trouble with.

I’m staring, but it’s hard to look away. There’s this energy about her that makes my palms sweaty and my heart pound in my chest like I’ve been running for miles.

It’s not the hangover, either.

It’s her

“I had to save the best question for last, didn’t I?”

“Because I have to ask my question of the day, and it’s easier from down here.”

You’re so goddamn cute when you don’t know what you’re talking about, Red.” His thumb strokes the waistband of my slacks, and I shiver. “You having a good day, baby?”

“Better now. I heard you were singing karaoke in the locker room.”

Don’t tell Mavvy, but you’re my favorite.”

“I’m definitely going to tell him. He really needs to bring his ego down another notch or two.” I lean in for one more quick hug “See you on the ice

The last thing I want from you is space. You’re not going anywhere, pretty boy.”