Coach pushes past me. “Do something out there, Patty. Impress me.”
“Yes, sir,” I tell him.
When I’m back on the ice, I come alive.
The first time I score is on a breakaway that leaves their goalie sprawled on the ice, cursing me. Then I get another on a rebound that I bury in the top corner before anyone can react. The crowd goes wild, and my teammates mob me against the boards, giving me praise.
“More of that, Patty!” Coach yells, giving me a thumbs-up.
I glance up in the stands, and Kendall is there, smiling, watching me, and it’s like everyone else disappears. The sooner this is over, the sooner I can start my night with her.
The rest of the game passes in a blur. We win 4 to 2, and I barely hear the congratulations in the locker room or feel the slaps on my back and the hands ruffling my hair. I shower fastand dress in record time. When Callan asks if I want to grab drinks with the team, I tell him I’m exhausted and need to crash.
He smirks. “You seeing someone?”
“Nah,” I tell him as I leave.
A car picks me up and delivers me back to the W, and I know there’s no way I beat her back.
The elevator ride to the seventeenth floor feels endless. By the time I reach my room, I’m overwhelmed with anticipation. I throw my bag in the corner, strip off my jacket, and check my phone.
Nothing from her.
I pull up our chat and type a single emoji.
Chef
The click of a latch sounds in the other room. I go to the connecting door and turn the handle, pushing it open to find her sitting on the edge of the bed, braless and wearing tiny red panties. The vibrator sits on the nightstand beside her, and the lamp is dimmed. In this light, she looks innocent, but I know better.
“You played well tonight,” she tells me, pouring a glass of whiskey and then handing it over.
I grab the chair from the desk and drag it to get a better view of her on the bed. I sit down and spread my legs wide, leaning back like I own the room. Her fingers tremble as she stands, spinning around for me so I get the full experience. Seconds later, her thumbs hook in the material of her panties and slide them down. There’s something different about her, something vulnerable, needy, almost as if she’s surrendering to the idea of us. Or maybe I’m the one guilty of that.
She scoots up the bed and lies back against the pillows, her hair fanning out around her head like a dark halo. Our eyesnever leave one another’s as she takes control. I’ve not said one word since I walked into this room.
Slowly, she spreads her legs, and her arousal is already glistening. I’ve been thinking about this all day, but seeing how wound up she is for me makes me want to prolong this even more.
Seconds later, Kendall’s eyes flutter closed as she touches herself, running her fingers through her wetness, teasing her clit.
“I’ve thought about this before,” she confesses, sliding one finger inside. She gasps. “You watching me like this.”
Her nipples are at full attention as she tweaks one before picking up the vibrator. The low buzz fills the room, and I grip the arms of the chair as she presses it against her clit. The moan that escapes her mouth goes straight to my cock. Her hips buck up off the mattress, and her free hand fists in the sheets, and her face contorts with pleasure as she climbs higher.
“Slow down,” I say. “Enjoy it.”
She whimpers but obeys, moving the vibrator in slow circles that make her thighs shake. I can see her getting close already, can see her breathing go ragged. Her muscles tense as she chases her release, and when she’s right on the brink, I clear my throat.
“Stop.”
Her eyes fly open, and she pulls the vibrator back and stares at me with fury. “Are you kidding me?”
“Do I look like a comedian?” I lean forward in the chair, elbows on my knees.
“This isn’t fair.”
“Life isn’t fair,” I tell her, exhaling. “Now start again. This time, I want you to tell me a secret. Something dirty. Something you’venevertold anyone.”
She presses the vibrator to her clit again, moving it in slow circles. I commit every detail to memory. I notice every thrustof her hips, flutter of her eyelashes, and every held-back moan. She’s gorgeous like this, spread open and completely at my mercy.
