Hey, beautiful.
My lips twitch in amusement at how effortless this seems to be for him now. He went from being scared shitless, to relaxing into the fact that she doesn’t hate him. I suppose it makes sense.
Moving back to my solo chat with Caelia, I take a deep breath.
Me
Would it be too forward if I asked you to stay with Levon and I tonight?
Caelia
Is that allowed? From what I understand, every team has different rules.
While she’s right, things are different for scent matches, wives, and girlfriends. There are guys who will end up sneaking in a fuck toy for the night, but with Marilyn at the helm, that may be changing.
Me
Yes, it’s allowed. Maybe pack a bag and see how it goes tonight?
Caelia
Yes, I can do that. See you tonight!
Leaning back in my seat, I settle in for the ride. All the way, my foot bounces, showing my excitement for tonight.
MILES
I feel like I’m about to breathe fire across the ice, not becausethey’re playing badly, but because of how damn close this is.
It’s as if I’m reliving the last game, and I pull on my hair as I watch the Dragons and Scorpions crash together as they fight.
“Fuck me,” I sigh. “This is rough.”
Ares snorts as he listens to the whistle blow, sending Levon to the Penalty box, also known as the Sin bin. Tapping someone else to hit the ice in his place, I have to keep myself from showing any outward signs of nervousness.
I rarely wear a suit to a game, but I am tonight. It’s silly, yet I want to look good for Caelia. Cutting a glance toward her spot on the bench, I watch her reaction as we wait for the clock to restart.
Pulling in one of my captains before the clock starts again in the next minute, I explain my thoughts on how to break through their defense. Julius nods and skates back out to grab the players who will work with him on this.
I watch nervously as they pass the puck, slamming into Dragons to make them move, while still making sure the person they’re sending it to is open. They make it halfway across before Julius is slammed into the boards. Thorne keeps it moving, and I groan as he takes his shot and the goalie slaps it out of his net.
They’re good, but so are we. No one has scored any points yet, and we’re approaching the end of the second period. As the clock works against us, I release a breath as it finally runs out. Sitting down, I watch as the players return to their benches, and the Zamboni smoothes the ice.
“We got through that time,” I say, leaning forward. “Their goalie is really fucking good, boys. This means we have to be better.”
Levon looks fierce as he nods, and I can tell that he’s determined to help. He hasn’t spent as much time in the penalty box as others. I know he’s attempting to fuck with the Dragons’ minds.
The problem is that while they’re taking the bait, they are also focusing on winning.
My favorite part of any game where Caelia is at begins, and she slides onto the ice. She’s wearing black ripped up jeans, a long sleeved hoodie with a ghoul’s face in red and pink, and her hair is up in cute space buns. She’s my favorite wet dream.
I took a shower after practice back at the hotel and fisted my cock to my memories of how beautiful she looks when she comes. Levon mentioned that Santo suggested that she stay the night with them, and I think that’s a good idea.
Levon and Santo ooze sex whether they realize it or not. They’re going to need to watch Caelia’s cues to make sure they’re not moving too fast. She is very good at taking the lead when it comes to her pleasure, and it’s refreshing.
There’s no guessing. Just please drown in my cum until I let you up and I’m done. I’m on board with it.
Forcing myself to pay attention, I watch as Caelia skates off the ice, and notice the way the fans cheer for her.
