shot him a naughty look before saying, "Because I see no problems with your knee in bed."
“Oh is that right?” he asked leaning towards her again, his hand traveling up her thigh.
“Completely and utterly right. You are a hundred percent in that bed, and even out of it Jordan Ryan. Those coaches don’t know what they are missing out on.”
Jordan laughed as he leaned his head against hers.
“I’m so thankful I met you.”
Aynslee smiled, feeling the exact same way as she cupped his face in her hands.
“So am I.”
Chapter 7
Jordan watched as the Blackhawks’ team rushed the Assassins net in the United Center ice arena. He was bored out of his mind. This marked the twenty first game of him sitting on the bench ---- his longest streak of not playing since he started in the NHL minus the time he was hurt.Jordan was fucking tired of it. He should’ve pushed for a trade during the season but he did not want to do that to Elli, the owner of the Assassins, and besides if he had, he would have never met Aynslee. It had been an amazing three weeks since they first slept together and when he was home, they were attached at the hip. Never in his adult life had he called a woman more than once in an hour span, or to spend every waking moment with someone but he wanted that with Aynslee. He was falling for her, and he was falling hard.
After Leanna broke up with him he thought he would never open up to another person or even love again, but Aynslee proved him wrong. She made him laugh to the point of tears and made him harder than a frozen puck with just one of her sexy looks. But time was against them. They were already into March and Playoffs were starting the second week in April. He would probably leave right after the season. He had things he needed to do in Carolina before camp started in August. He had toyed with the idea of asking her to go with him, but the more he thought about it, the more uncomfortable he felt about it. She had a life here and he couldn’t just ask her to uproot just for him.
Looking out at the ice, he saw the clock was winding down. The Assassins were losing. The offense had been off the last couple games, and even though Tate defending the goal well, the opposition still scored. The score was 1-0, Blackhawks and with only fifty eight seconds on the clock, Jordan didn’t think they had a chance to win.
He was right.
After the game, Jordan was relaxing in his seat on the team bus. He pulled out his phone and sent Aynslee a quick text letting her know he’d call once he got back to Nashville.
Are you coming over?
He smiled as he typed his response.
Is that okay?
Of course. I’ll leave the key under the mat.
See you soon.
Can’t wait.
Jordan shut his phone off still smiling as he leaned against the seat \.. He couldn’t wait to have her in his arms again. Looking around, he watched as his teammates boarded the bus and took their seats. When his captain, Shea, entered the bus he headed straight for Jordan and dropped down into the seat next to him. He moved his bag between his legs and then leaned back, glancing at Jordan.
“Tough loss.”
Shea nodded . “Yup, I hate losing to them.”
“Me too,” Jordan replied before changing the subject. “How’s Elli?”
A wide loving smile came over Shea’s face at the mention of his wife --- and the team’s owner ---who was pregnant with a set of twins. “Good. The boys are getting big, and she thinks she looks like a whale. I think she is beautiful though.”
For some crazy reason, an image of Aynslee pregnant appeared in Jordan’s mind. He quickly shook his head, completely shocked by the thought. They had only been together three weeks, why was he already thinking of that?
“When is she due?” He asked, trying to clear his head.
“End of June, but it might be sooner. The doctors are thinking end of May, early June. The boys are doing great, but she went early with the girls and