Clipped by Love (Bellevue Bullies #2) by Toni Aleo Read Free Book Online

and hot damn, I can’t help but think she’s gonna kiss me as she comes toward me. She has the look in her eyes. The one that can cause damage, but instead, she takes the puck, going around me like a fucking pro and shoots the puck, hitting the pipe smack-dab in the middle.
    Speechless, I look from the net to the pink line where she is fucking standing and then meet her gaze. She stands there like it’s no big fucking deal that she just scored from our pseudo blue line. Did that just fucking happen?
    “Wait, what just happened?” Jude asks, pointing from the net to her.
    “I think she just fucking scored,” Jace says, his face full of shock like mine. “From the line.”
    “Yeah, that’s how, right? Hit the pipe?” she asks innocently. “Or was I supposed to get it in the net?”
    “No, you’re right. I just can’t believe you scored,” Jace says, still visibly dumbfounded.
    “Oh, awesome,” she says with a grin, leaning down to test the blade of the stick again. She then reaches for one of the other sticks, doing the same. She is obviously satisfied better with the new one and looks at me expectantly. Tilting my head to the side, I replay what just happened and then what she is doing right now. I see Delanie shaking her head almost like she is embarrassed, her sister doing the same, covering her face, and I know that something is up. I start to chuckle as I skate to the net, getting the puck and then sending it to her, hard. When she stops it with ease, I know this girl is a big fat liar.
    “Play a bit, huh?”
    She eyes me as she shrugs. “Just a bit.”
    But once we start playing, I know I’m right. We give her a little room, not trying to crowd her and be assholes, but once she scores again and then again, I know she plays more than a bit. I go to cover her, but Jace cuts in front of me, going for the puck. But she steals it back, goes through my legs, then through fucking Jude’s and shoots, scoring for a fourth time in a row.
    Glaring at her as she innocently skates back to the pink line, I decide I’m over having our asses handed to us.
    Passing the puck back to her, I say, “I think you’re full of it.”
    “Full of it?” she asks, holding my gaze as I skate toward her. Sweat is dripping down her neck, down into the valley of her tits, and it’s very distracting, but I refuse to allow her to use her hotness to throw me off my game.
    “Yeah, I think you’ve played a bit more than a little bit.”
    Grinning, she bats her eyes, and I can’t help but grin back as she asks, “You do?” -
    “Maybe we should start cooking?” Delanie asks, but both of us ignore her.
    “I do, and you’re going down,” I say, lining up in front of her.
    “Is that right?” she asks, her eyes challenging mine, and soon my body is so fucking hot, I feel like I’m dizzy. I love a girl who has confidence, but even more, a girl who has a competitive bone. She moves the puck back and forth, holding my gaze as I nod. I don’t know what she is thinking, but man, I’d pay to be in her brain.
    Because I can’t figure out if she wants to fuck me or beat me.
    Maybe even both.
    Clearing my throat, I say, “Oh yeah.”
    Her eyes darken and sharpen a bit before she asks, “Are you challenging me?”
    “Yeah,” I say, moving my neck back and forth to pop it. I then say, “Jude, Jace, step off.”
    “Huh?” Jace calls out.
    “I’m about to kick this girl’s ass at some one-on-one,” I say, my eyes never leaving hers.
    She laughs, moving the puck around in circles, trying to distract me, but I’m not some rookie. I know what she is doing, and she’s fucking going down.
    And then I’m going to have sex with her.
    “Are you serious?” Jude asks. “She’s getting lucky breaks; it’s not a big deal.”
    “No, it is,” I say, looking at the top of her head. “She thinks she’s good and that we won’t play hard against her. Time to show her that I will.”
    She laughs at that, shaking her head. “Oh,