OFF LIMITS

CHAPTER FOURTEEN - Bubble of Privacy

MACK

Katharina Hartley is magic.

Whatever witchy woo she has in her aura, I need it bottled so I can take it with me everywhere.

We won all three of our away games, and I scored in each of them. If that's not magic, then I don't know what it is.

I know a lot of hockey players and athletes in general are really superstitious, but I've never been one of them. I've always thought that my performance in a game is a direct result of my skills and dedication. Luck has nothing to do with me doing well in the game.

But Kat is not luck, she's just magic. I might become superstitious if every time I share a bed with her, I play outstandingly the next day.

We didn't even have any more 'eventful' mornings after the one in Ottawa. Every night she sneaked into my bed, I greeted her with a kiss on the forehead and then we talked for a little while before we drifted to sleep. Then, in the morning, my alarm would go off, I'd give her another kiss on the forehead and then start getting ready for morning skate, and she would go back to her own room.

No more shenanigans.

Not that I didn't want to. Waking up with her ass pressed on my cock and not being able to do anything about it was fucking hard. But we couldn't squeeze in time for it because we never woke up before the alarm like that morning in Ottawa.

But shenanigans or no shenanigans, I still played great every game and then got to go to bed with the most beautiful woman I've ever met.

But not tonight.

Tonight, we don't have an excuse to sleep together because there's no game tomorrow.

We're on our way back to Vancouver. We got on the bus to the airport right after the game against Montreal and we'll get back home while it's still a decent hour because of the time difference. And I'm itching to ask Kat if there's a single possibility of her staying with me tonight.

She's sitting with her dad this flight, so she's not even in close vicinity so I can look at her, and I'm not proud to admit that I'm going through abstinence. I haven't had a single moment with her since this morning, and knowing that we won't be sleeping together tonight, it's making the withdrawal period worse.

So, when I see her walk towards the bathroom, I decide to act stupid.

Rhett is passed out next to me, and on the other side of the aisle, Hudson is, too. The plane is dark, and most of the guys are sleeping, staring at their phones, reading a book, or having heated conversations I can't begin to understand, so I don't think anyone notices when I make my way to the back of the plane and wait for Kat to get out of the bathroom.

There's a curtain that separates the bathroom area from the rest of the plane, and there's another curtain that separates it from the back galley, so it's a small bubble of privacy I'll take advantage of.

When she gets out, she locks eyes with me, and a subtle smile touches her lips.

I wish I was touching her lips.

"Were you waiting for the bathroom?" She arches a brow. She knows damn well I wasn't waiting for the bathroom, she's just playing dumb.

"I just missed you sitting across from me." I beam. "Now it's just Hudson there sleeping with his mouth wide open. Not a really nice sight."

That makes her laugh. I made her laugh.

"I'm sorry you have to stare at Hudson instead of me. My dad wanted me to sit with him." She gives me a tight-lipped smile. "He asked me if Hudson or any of the other players 'bothered' me on the other flights."