Wild Heart (Viper's Heart Duet Book 2)(8)

By: Beth Ehemann


“But when you and I got together, it was different. From the very first time it was different.” I reached out and tucked a stray blond hair behind her ear. “You were the first girl I loved before I had sex with her. Hell, you’re the only girl I’ve ever loved, period.”

Her lips curled into a tiny smile. “Really?”

“Really. And not only did I want to learn every single thing about you, I wanted to look at you. All the time I wanted to look at you. I still do. And when you come, and you’re looking into my eyes, it does things to me, Michelle. It makes me primal, animalistic. Like I want to climb up on the roof, pound on my chest, and tell the whole world that you’re mine.”

“Wow, that was not the answer I was expecting.”

“What were you expecting?”

“I don’t know,”—she shrugged—“but not that. Just when I think I have you all figured out, Lawrence Finkle, you show me a whole new layer that I didn’t even know existed.”

I let out a quick laugh. “What can I say? I’m a complicated asshole.”

“You are complicated, but you’re definitely not an asshole. Not even close.”

Leaning forward, I gently grabbed the back of her head and pulled her lips to mine. “I love you.”

“I love you, too, Viper,” she said, with as much sincerity as I’d ever heard. “Now let’s talk about this professing your love from the rooftops thing a little more. You know I’m totally okay with that, right?”





“Good morning, boys!” I bellowed, holding my arms out straight as I walked through the doors of the Wild’s locker room. Most of the guys looked up quickly, then immediately went back to what they were doing, but Brody stared at me with raised eyebrows.

“Why are you in such a good mood?” he asked, then shook his head quickly. “Never mind. Forget it. I probably don’t want to know.”

Louie slipped his foot in his skate and shook his head. “He probably got laid this morning or something.”

Ignoring my young, annoying teammate, I walked up behind Brody and slapped my hands down hard on his shoulders, shaking them slightly. “Why not be in a good mood, Mr. Murphy? Life is amazing!”

Brody chuckled and shook his head as he bent down to buckle up his leg pad. “Yep. He definitely got laid.”

“I did,” I admitted proudly. “Last night I had amazing, mind-blowing sex with the hottest woman in the world, and I’ll probably do it again tonight, so fuck all of you.”

Louie rolled his eyes and headed out of the locker room toward the ice. Once he was out of earshot, I bent down close to Brody. “That’s not the only reason I’m in a good mood though.”

Brody jumped up from the bench and whipped around. “Let’s agree never to whisper something like that that close to my ear ever again. Deal?”

“Shut up, asshole,” I snapped back, wadding up a towel and throwing it at him.

He caught it as it bounced off his face.

“I had a dream,” I said excitedly. “About you and me—“

He held a hand up in the air. “Seriously, dude. Stop. I don’t want to hear any more.”

“Listen! I had a dream that we opened a bar. Together. And it was fucking awesome.”

“A bar?” He raised his eyebrows in surprise. “Like a drinking bar?”

“No,”—I rolled my eyes—“a sleeping bar. Yes, you idiot, a drinking bar.”

He shrugged his shoulders and tossed the towel into a big bin in the corner of the room. “Why would we do that? What’s the point?”

“We’re not getting any younger, man. Let’s strike while the iron’s hot. Why wait until we’re old and no one gives a shit about us anymore?” I set my bag in my locker and started pulling practice clothes out of it.

“Wait a minute.” He straightened up and blinked a couple times. “Are you being serious right now? I thought this was just a dream.”

“It was a dream, but it made me think. Let’s do it! Let’s open a bar together.”

“Holy shit, you really aren’t kidding.”

“I’m not! Think about it—it would be a badass sports bar with sports memorabilia and signed shit all over the place.”