“Good. Be fucking ready when I pass it to you on the drop.”
“You got it, captain,” he smiles deviously. “The goalie won’t see it coming.”
“Fucking right, he won’t,” I grin, skating over to McCormick and Foxx, who are getting into position.
“Block on the drop. This one is Kane’s,” I say quietly so I’m not overheard.
They both nod as we get in position.
The ref bends forward with his eyes on the ice. I don’t so much as breathe as I place my stick on the ice and wait for thedrop. Not a chance in hell am I moving early as I train my eyes on the frozen spot in front of me.
As soon as the black object touches ice, I move to block the other player. Scooping it up, I backhand it to Kane, who’s waiting for it behind me.
His stick rears back before the crack of the stick echoes off the glass, sending it skyrocketing as the blurred object goes straight past the goalie’s outstretched legs before the net swooshes from the speed of the bullet.
The light goes on, and Kane throws his gloves in the air in victory as we rush over to celebrate.
“That’s what I’m fucking talking about,” I grin, knocking his helmet with mine as my hand grabs the back of his neck.
“That one had some smoke on it,” Foxx smiles broadly, fist bumping him.
“We’ve got two more to win, boys…three just to fucking piss them off some more,” I say, wanting to keep them amped up as we skate back to the bench.
“Pissing them off more is always way more fun,” Hayes grins before stepping into the bench area.
“Not even a fucking choice,” McCormick growls as he follows Hayes.
Kane fist bumps down the bench line before stepping in and taking a seat.
“No, it’s not,” I grin as I watch Wilson be set loose from the box. He skates over to the bench and scowls at the wink I just threw his way.
God, I fucking love this game.
I’m stillon a high from our win when I finally make it home later that night. Bruised and sore as fuck from being consistently slammed into the boards for the last two games, but not even the fires of hell could stop me from what I know is waiting for me.
It’s been almost five days since I’ve been able to touch her, and I don’t think I’ve ever wanted something this much in my entire life. Which surprises the hell out of me that hockey is taking second place on the list of things I love and need.
Locking the door behind me, I drop my bag on the floor and walk quickly through the kitchen, needing to lay eyes on her and breathe the same air.
Candles flicker on the nightstand, casting a warm glow around the room as I stop in the doorway, unable to tear my eyes away from the sight before me.
Her hair is in a high ponytail, and just like I asked, she’s wearing my jersey on all fours. The fabric is lifted slightly, giving me a perfect view of her round ass proudly on display as her pussy glistens in the candlelight.
“Fuck, Savi,” I breathe, trailing my eyes over my number before meeting her seductive stare as she looks at me over her shoulder. My dick is already straining against my pants, and my heart is beating madly against my chest as I grip the door frame.
My eyes spot her little toy beside her and narrow.
“Tell me that little toy didn’t take what’s mine.” I nod at her black rose beside her, feeling jealous of the damn thing already.
“No,” she smiles. “I got so turned on waiting for you that I wanted to,” she laughs softly, “but I stopped before I could because I wanted you here.”
“So you edged yourself for me?” I ask, raising a brow and feeling my cock ache from the images that are put in my head.
“Yes,” she whispers. She swallows, and I see her throat move, wanting so fucking bad to feel that pulse race around my palm that I know is beating rapidly.
“I want to watch,” I respond, keeping my eyes trained on her as I toe my shoes off and remove my socks. Unbuttoning my shirt, I see her hand grab the toy as a low hum fills the room.
It disappears between her legs, and she throws her head back in a moan as it makes contact.
