He would have been completely at ease if the night had just stretched on and on without an end in sight, his arms around Kimberley and her soft lips on his. But dawn broke eventually and even the baddest hockey bad boys needed their slumber, so sometime after the third round, Cannon had dozed off, with Kimberley tight in his arms. He was intent on not letting her sneak off anywhere without him knowing in advance.The werebear was woken up with a start as Kimberley wriggled from his grasp, lunging for her phone that was buzzing somewhere in the mass of clothes down on the floor. He got one good look at her scrumptious bare ass before she threw on his shirt, which looked infinitely better on her than it ever did on him even if it hid her body from his sleepy gaze.“What’s going on?” he mumbled, hiking himself up on one elbow as Kimberley hushed him with an idle hand wave and a much more pointed balled-up pair of jeans flying in the general direction of his head.“Stella? Yes, I hear you!
