With that, I hop off the table and head to the locker room.
This is exactly what I need: a place to dispense all of this energy pulsing through me.
“They’re trying to hurt you,”Silas says as he tilts his helmet back on his head, the game playing out in front of us.
“You don’t think I fucking know that?” I say as I watch our second string take the puck down the ice. I squirt some water into my mouth and take a deep breath. “Every chance they get, they’re trying to slam me into the boards.”
“Posey is getting pissed,” Silas says. “He’s going to unleash soon.”
“Let him,” I reply. “This is fucking ridiculous.”
“Get up, boys,” our coach says, indicating we’re about to switch up the lines.
Silas and I both pull our helmets down and snap them into place.
“Change it up,” Coach calls out, and Silas and I are out on the ice immediately. I fall behind Pacey at the goal, grabbing the puck from him. Silas, OC, and I head toward our goal, shooting the puck back and forth and driving it forward.
It’s the third period, we’re tied one to one, and I know it’s because I’m not at peak performance. I’m good enough to be able to push it these last five minutes.
I flick the puck to the right, where Silas grabs it and then passes it to OC. I move toward the middle, slice to the right, and wait for the puck, only to be slammed right into the boards, the move knocking the air right from my lungs.
I crumple to the ice while the whistle is blown, and a commotion breaks out on the ice. I glance up just in time to catch Posey uppercutting someone in the ribs.
Fuck . . .
Silas comes over to me while the fight breaks out, and he places his gloved hand on my back. “You good?”
“Yeah,” I answer as I slowly come to a stand.
“How’s the ankle?”
“Fine,” I say as I rest my hands on my thighs and bend over. “Just got the wind knocked out of me.”
“Well, Posey is taking care of it.”
Under any other circumstances, I’d probably join him, but I don’t want to injure myself even more, so instead, I watch from a distance, planning my attack for when game is in play again.But fuck, is it awesome to be out on the ice again.
The apartment is dark again.
No surprise there.
The question is, what will she be wearing tonight?
After Posey was put in the penalty box, along with Rhodes from the other team, Silas, OC, and I drove the puck up the ice again. We missed a few shots, but with one minute remaining, we were able to score. An assist from me, a goal from OC.
Thank fuck we won because I would not have enjoyed losing that game.
I toss my keys on the end table and walk toward the bedroom. Blakely’s not curled up on the bed. Confused, I set my phone on the nightstand to charge it and go to the bathroom where I quickly strip out of my suit and brush my teeth. When I’m ready for bed, I check the bed again, and when I don’t see her, I head into the living room. She emerges from her bedroom, wearing a pair of black lace underwear and a lingerie top tied together just at her cleavage.
Jesus.
Fuck.
I wet my lips and ask, “That for me?”
She walks right past me and replies, “It’s for me.”
I follow closely behind, and just as she reaches the bedroom, I step up behind her and loop my arm around her waist, pulling her into my chest.
