“Are you off work?” I asked. For whatever reason, my brain couldn’t process any of this.
“I got sent home early,” she said. “We got our IRB approval today.”
I gasped, pulled her to stand, and swept her into my arms. “Oh my god, Vi. Congratulations.”
“Thank you.” Violet’s smug smile up at me could have broken me. “I think the perfect way to celebrate is for the ice girl to finally spend some time with her brother’s best friend.”
“No shit?” I walked her backward until her knees bent at the edge of my locker. Then I sank to my knees, took hers into my hands, and spread them to either side of my torso. I slid between them and brushed a piece of her luscious hair behind her ear. “Hey, ice girl.”
“Hey, Cap.”
I leaned in to drop a soft kiss on her lips. My fingertips traced the sides of her smooth thighs. “You’re sure we’re alone?”
“Per Mara’s contact on the kitchen staff, no one is due to be in here.”
“Good,” I growled. I reached behind Vi, gathered her ass in my hands, and scooted her to the edge of my bench. “Fuckin’ missed you.”
Violet tipped her head back as I feasted on her neck, gasping and rolling her hips against me. I raked my hand into her hair, took a fistful of it, and angled her head back further. “Needed your hockey captain, huh? Needed me to come home and give it to you right?”
“Yes,” she moaned into my ear.
With a parting kiss, I sat back on my heels and raised the bottom of the jersey: her breasts, her stomach, her wet center. I squeezed my aching cock through my dress pants. “Jesus, just look at you.”
I was sure that wasn’t what they said inIce Crew Kiss Cam, but I was just a man. A man with most of his blood diverted away from his brain, overtaken by awe of this beautiful, perfect woman waiting for me. I lifted my thumb and grazed the pad of it over her nipple. My brain spasmed. “Fuck, I forget the line, but it’s something about filling your pretty little cuntwith . . . um, speaking of.” I let the jersey cover her again and tapped my back pocket, looking for my wallet. “I don’t have any condoms.”
Violet put up a finger to tell me to wait. “I have options.”
I quirked a brow. “Options?”
“This,” she said, picking up a condom wrapper from behind her, “or I’m on the pill.”
A surge of precum trailed out of my tip and I suppressed a whimper. “Fuck, Vi. My tests have been fine.”
“Mine too. It’s up to you.”
“Bare?” I asked, making sure I understood.
She giggled. “That’s the idea, Cap. Just the two of us.”
I searched her face for any indication that she was forcing herself to do this. “And you’re ready for this? Emotionally?”
She put her hand over mine on my thigh. “I am. I want you.”
A chill ran through me. She did all of this, used her day off work, involved our friends, forme. She knew I was having a hard time, and she stepped up. “I love—this. I love that you did this for me. I feel so spoiled.”
“I’d love it more if your shirt was off,” she said, pulling the shirttails out of my pants and working at the buttons. Her lips grazed my neck as she undressed me. I inhaled her perfume while my hands ran up and down her toned thighs. When she pushed my shirt from my shoulders, I removed the sleeves at my wrists.
My hands coasted under the jersey, molding her waist and thumbing the undersides of her breasts. “You’re leaving this on, right?”
The corner of her lips lifted. “If you want to fuck me with your name on my back, it has to stay on.”
I paused, the details setting in. “But if I can read the back . . .”
Vi’s brow creased and she nodded.
“You can take it from the back? Are you sure?”
“I’m sure,” she said quickly, but her voice wavered.
