by T. S. Ryder
Baxter hummed, and Patrick's eyes flicked over to him. "While we're on things that were going to wait, I think Baxter has something for you, too."
They were at the apartment building by this time and Patrick carried her inside. It was something she never thought she'd be able to experience, given her size, but Piper found she really liked being carried from one place to another. It made her feel special.
"You sure?" Baxter asked Patrick when they got to the apartment. "It can wait until morning–make you the hero of tonight."
"I'll have plenty of chances to be the hero. Besides, I think our little female here won't be satisfied until she knows what we're talking about," replied Patrick, his hands resting on her shoulders.
Baxter glanced at Piper's impatient expression and grinned. Patrick took Piper to the kitchen while Baxter disappeared in the hallway closet. Moments later he reappeared with a painting in his hands. Piper gasped. It was an apple tree, painted from the view of a window high about it. Tears filled her eyes as she reached for the painting.
"My mother's painting. How did you—"
"I found it at a secondhand store. Couldn't believe my eyes." Baxter kissed the top of her head. "There's no real telling how it got there, but I suspect Kristal Clark had something to do with it. More so than Thor Wragge."
Piper didn't care. She quickly went to the den and took down the abstract piece she had hung over the couch, replacing it with her mother's picture. Stepping back to admire it, she leaned against Baxter as he put an arm around her waist.
"Thank you," she whispered.
"It was my pleasure."
Piper looked up at him with a glint in her eye. "Oh, you can count on it."
She grabbed his hand and pulled him into the bedroom, Patrick trailing after with a grin stretching from ear to ear.
Chapter Ten
The first game of the new hockey season was exhilarating.
Piper jumped up and down next to Baxter, completely enthralled as her eyes followed Patrick from one end of the rink to the next. She could see his breath puffing into the air and watched a trickle of blood run down his lip where he had been elbowed by another player. The puck moved so quickly that she couldn't see who had it.
It was odd how fun hockey suddenly became, now that she had a certain player to keep her eye on and cheer on.
There were ten seconds left on the clock. The score was 2-1 in Uphoria's favor. The opposing team was vicious and it was only because of the goalie's skills that they hadn't scored more points. Piper could see Patrick's frustration mount with every passing second.
"He's got the puck, he's got the puck!" she screamed, clawing at Baxter's arm.
Baxter winced then laughed and cupped his mouth and hollered encouragement.
"Destroy them!" Piper screamed, caught up as the final second ticked by. "Kill them, kill them!"
Patrick slapped the puck hard as the opposing players went after him. It sailed through the air, a black disc against the white ice. The net caught it, bouncing it back into the goalie's head just as the buzzer rang, indicating the end of the game.
Piper stomped her feet and clapped her hands, whooping and hollering. Baxter grabbed her around the waist, swinging her around their private box, pressing fevered kisses to her neck and face. Piper grinned and laughed, glancing down at the rink. Patrick glared up at them, his wolfish lips pulled back in a grin. Once he caught Piper's eye he crooked his finger, beckoning her.
"I think Patrick wants us to wait until he can join us," she laughed, pushing Baxter away.
In response, Baxter grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the box. They were soon in the locker room.
It had been startling when Patrick first invited them in and being around all those naked or half-dressed Werewolves had made Piper red as a tomato and highly uncomfortable, but none of them gave her a second glance.
That was the Werewolf way. They weren't phased by nudity and certainly weren't attracted to a person that wasn't a possible mate.
"That was amazing!" Baxter gushed as he threw his arms around Patrick.
Piper hung back. Baxter and Patrick might have no problem with kissing when one or both of them were in the wolf forms, but fur was not a turn-on to her. The last thing she wanted was to be hacking up fur balls.
After Patrick removed his hockey gear and had retaken his human form, he pulled both of his mates to the shower to celebrate. They were individual cubicles, but it was still only afterward that Piper realized that his teammates would have been able to hear every single moan. Her face flushed as she toweled off and redressed.
"You wolves!" she shook her head. "I don't know what I'm going to do with you. Sex maniacs, both of you."
"That's why you love us," Patrick chortled. "Besides, I didn't see you protesting. Quite the opposite, in fact."
The locker smelled like sweat, old shoes and wet dog, but it had emptied sometime while the three had been in the shower. Well, at least that was a relief. She turned to her boys, putting her hands on her hips.
"So, I heard that some place in British Columbia is going to host some of the Wolf League games this year?"
Patrick nodded, a grin spreading over his face. There was a split in his lower lip and bruises on his cheek, but violent games always seemed to make him more excited. "That's right. We're getting bigger, Piper. More and more people are wanting to see our games."
"Because you're like modern day gladiators," Piper grumbled, crossing the room for the first aid kit. "Let me take care of that lip."
"It also means that I'll be spending a lot of time away from home."
Piper turned back, frowning. Patrick languidly dressed, seemingly not paying attention to his two mates.
"Piper and I can fly out to watch the games," Baxter said.
"Well, you can at least. I've got a plane ticket for you to come visit me over there for a couple of weeks. We can look at hotel rooms when we get back to the apartment."
Piper pressed her lips together. Baxter got tickets, but she didn't? She tried not to be jealous–after all, Baxter hadn't been able to find a new job just yet, so he was available to go gallivanting off to British Columbia to see the games. She wasn't. At least not yet.
She cleared her throat. "I could take some time off at the gallery, you know. We're doing so well, I thought I could get an assistant or something that could keep an eye on things while I went to see your out-of-province games."
Patrick shook his head. "That's sweet of you, Piper, but I know you only come to these games because you feel obligated to. It's fine."
"No, I like hockey a lot more now!" Piper bounced on her toes. "I love watching you play."
"I think you like playing after he plays." Baxter laughed.
Piper wrinkled her nose at him. "No, I've come to really enjoy watching hockey. I think I like the blood a lot more than I used to."
Patrick burst into laughter. He laughed so hard and for so long that he had to sit down. Piper folded her arms, narrowing her eyes at him to show she wasn't amused, although his full-bellied laughs were hard not to join with.
"You are too easy to tease," he said, finally catching his breath. "I've got tickets for you, too. And an assistant sounds like the perfect thing for you."
He strode over to her, hands clasping over her hips. He lifted her with more ease than she thought was possible; she was always amazed when he lifted her. Baxter was soon by his side and Patrick settled the witch onto both of their shoulders. Piper held one of Patrick's and one of Baxter's hands.
"I am so lucky to have you two," Patrick sighed.
Piper laughed. "I think I'm the lucky one!"
"Nope, it's me."
Patrick growled playfully as they exited the locker room. "We're all lucky. How about we agree to that?"
"Agreed," Piper and Baxter said in unison.
Piper squeezed her mates' hands, smiling, feeling so happy she thought her heart might burst.
*****
THE END
> Taken by Two Hockey Dragons
Description
A curvy lawyer with a secret crush PLUS a hot hockey star who is a Dragon Shifter PLUS his sexy buddy who is need of a mate!
Michelle Handsworth loves to flirt with her famous hockey playing client Cain Samson. With his blond hair and blue eyes, Cain is the handsomest man she has ever met, but innocent flirting is as far as they could go. As his attorney, nothing can ever happen between the two of them.
At least, that is the excuse Michelle gives every time Cain asks her out, but it isn’t the whole truth. The real reason Michelle is determined to keep distance between her and Cain is because she can sense a dark and strong magic within him.
Michelle isn’t just a fantastic lawyer, she’s also a witch who can sense people’s auras. She’s always been able to do it and over the years she’s learned to trust her abilities when they give her a warning. Cain’s aura, with its flickering yellows and reds and constant smell of smoke, is a huge warning.
Michelle thought Cain would be OK with her dating his best friend, Brock Thaddeus, but she’s dangerously wrong. Cain is no normal hockey star, he’s a Dragon Shifter.
When Michelle chooses another man over him, will Cain be able to control the dragon within him, or will fire consume them all?
Chapter One
He was late. He was always late. Michelle glanced up at her clock and shook her head. She was used to this kind of nonsense from her clients. As an attorney specializing in contract law, sports stars with huge egos were just a normal part of her day.
Cain Samson liked to breeze into his meetings twenty minutes late. He was huge, six-foot-five and pure muscle. His clear blue eyes were set on either side of a crooked nose that had been broken more times than he could count. He had long blond hair always falling into his eyes.
As if she had called him, Cain appeared at reception with his entourage in tow. Cain was one of the best hockey players in the world. He had three Stanley Cup championships under his belt and had been the captain of the gold-winning U.S. Olympic Hockey Team. He was, by far, her most famous client and the cocky grin he always wore told her he knew it.
His contract was sitting in front of her dotted with post-its and sign-here stickers. It was seventy pages of confusing legal jargon interspersed with huge amounts of money. Millions of dollars were being handled on these pages and it was Michelle’s job to make sure Cain saw every cent he was owed.
She ran her hand through her curly dark hair and quickly touched up her lipstick. Nothing could ever happen between her and Cain. He was her client, having a relationship with him would have been unethical and illegal. It could get her disbarred. Still, she wanted to look good. Flirting with Cain was one of the perks of her job.
Outside of the glass walls of her private office, the law firm was buzzing at the news of Cain’s arrival. Through the clear walls, she could see the receptionist, an older woman in her fifties who rarely moved, stand up and offer to walk Cain back to Michelle’s office.
There it was, that roguish smile that made all the girls, Michelle included, weak in the knees. He flashed it at the receptionist who giggled and tucked her hair behind her ear. He waved at her to sit down, indicating he didn’t need to be shown where to go. Cain knew where Michelle’s office was, he had been here plenty of times. As he strode past reception, the men of his entourage sat in the waiting area, propping their feet up on the coffee tables and pulling out their cell phones.
“Hello, Cain,” Michelle said as he pushed open her door. “How are you today?”
“Better now that I’ve seen that beautiful face of yours,” he countered. His voice was low and deep. Like a roll of thunder.
“I imagine this multi-million-dollar contract in front of me has also made your day better,” she said, determined to remain professional.
“That’s just a bonus, getting to see you is the real prize,” he stared straight at her when he said things like that. Sitting down in a chair across from her, he pressed his fingertips together and looked at her above them. He was so handsome it was almost unfair. If there had been any justice in the world, his handsomeness would have been diluted over several men, not all contained in this creature in front of her.
Creature was the right word. It wasn’t just that Cain was a wildly successful hockey player or that he was fabulously rich and handsome. The real thing that kept Michele away from him was hidden from normal eyes.
Cain was something else. She had known it from the first time he had pulled into the firm’s parking lot. The day of their first meeting she sensed him before she saw him. As the car pulled up to the firm, the hairs at the back of her neck tingled and she could smell smoke. No one else could smell it, though. They didn’t have the gift that she had. To everyone else Cain Samson was just a normal human, albeit one in great shape.
Everything that lived had an aura about it and each aura was different. Her mother, for instance, had a ring of yellow light that radiated off of her. It was calm and warm and soothing. Unless she was mad, then her mother’s aura was red and angry, lashing out at the other auras around her. The plants were surrounded with a pale green light, dogs had a bright white light that shone out from them.
Cain had something else. His aura was like nothing she had ever seen in a human. It was a swirling halo of greens, reds, and yellows mixed with the smell of something burning. There was a power in that aura she could not name. Cain Samson was not a normal man, but what he might be, she couldn’t guess. All she knew was that he was very powerful.
“You’re staring,” he said, interrupting her thoughts.
“You’re staring,” she replied looking seriously at him. Did he know? Could he guess that she too was not a normal human? She searched his gaze hoping to find something there, but she could deduce nothing past his flirting smile.
“So, let’s talk about your contract. It’s all the standard things we discussed. You’ll have a five-year deal with the Black Hawks for ten million per year. That includes some promotional stuff you’ll have to do, but we’ve negotiated that down to fifty hours per year, which shouldn’t be that hard,”
she held the contract out to him. He waved it away. “Let’s be honest, I would have no idea what anything written on that said. I trust your judgment, Michelle. If they’ve given me all I’ve asked for I’m ready to sign.”
“I do love how easy you are,” Michelle said handing him a pen.
“It’s not fair when you say things like that to me,” he said shaking his head as he signed where indicated. “It gives the wrong impression.”
She watched him, instead of focusing on his body, or his eyes, or the constant aura around him. Michelle imagined what she would spend her bonus on. Cain was a huge client for the firm and Michelle was the only lawyer he would work with. Signing his ten-million-dollar contract was a huge deal.
“What are you thinking about?” Cain asked, her as he handed the thick contract back.
“Shoes,” she replied with a smile. “There are these Manalo’s that I’ve had my eye on for a while. Black heels with straps. I’m going to get them the second we’re done here.”
“Why don’t I come with you?” he asked. “I’d happily buy you anything you wanted. I’d kill to see that smile on your face.”
Michelle failed to suppress her smile. She shook her head. He was too smooth, too confident, too used to getting whatever he wanted. And that power of his was surrounding and wafting over her, a perfume scent of fire and ash and something metallic. When he talked to her like that, the aura around him would flare up like someone had thrown gasoline on hot coals.
What are you? She wondered as she stared at the Norse Viking God in front of her. Where does all that power come from?
But she would never say the words out loud. If she asked him that, he would want to know how she knew and then what would she say? Would she tell her million-dollar contract holder that she was a witch? Should she tell him that she knew spells and magic, that she could
sense the aura of every living thing from the President down to a small dormouse? No, it was her secret and she cherished it. She wasn’t telling anyone.
Magic didn’t run in her family. Michelle didn’t come from a long line of witches. In fact, it was exactly the opposite. She was different from everyone she knew. No one else could see the aura that surrounded the living, no one else could separate truth from lies just by looking into the speaker's eyes. No one else could converse with the spirits of trees and rivers or see the future in the stars like she could.
Magicals like her and Cain were incredibly rare. He was only the third she had ever met. The second had been a sinister looking woman on an airplane. She and Michelle had recognized each other, but the woman had only glared at Michelle and shook her head. She clearly hadn’t wanted to talk and Michelle had respected that. The first had been an old woman named Maria who worked at the local library when Michelle was a little girl. She had taught Michelle everything she knew, not that it was much.
Cain was hot, but the truth was, Michelle didn’t really know anything about him. She knew his professional life intimately, but that was it. Other than the occasional bit of flirty banter in her office, she and Cain were strangers. His aura showed him to be very powerful, possibly more powerful than she was. It was too dangerous, she and Cain could never be more than attorney and client.
“Any ticket to any game, you just call and it’s yours. I’ll put an entire club box aside for you and anyone you want, assuming it’s not a date, of course. But if you have a nephew or a niece that loves hockey, you should bring them.”
“Thank you, I might just take you up on that,” Michelle said. She had become a huge hockey fan since working with Cain and she went to as many games as she could. She had never taken him up on his offer for the club box. The truth was, she didn’t want to sit up in some isolated box sipping champagne and making polite small talk. She liked to be close to the action. She liked to sit right on the ice, behind the plastic barrier where she could scream and yell at the opposing team with the rest of the fans.
