To go all the way.
To make love to me.
She’s been so respectful and kind, and let me work at my own pace with Marguerite, but I’m desperate now. I’ve been desperate ever since we started playing around and getting each other off. She’d have a reason why we wouldn’t go all the way, why she wouldn’t let me taste her and have her sit on my face, orwhy she wouldn’t let me finger her, or let herself finger me.
She’s very good at talking me to orgasm, something that has been very useful in learning our bodies in ways that I hadn’t experienced.
I saw the way she would look at me with hungry eyes.
And yet, she still wouldn’t let me.
But not tonight. Not after we won it all.
We had a nearly perfect season. Only a few little blips of chaos and fumbling, and we kicked New York’s ass in the finals. It was tight, coming down to game five, but we were fresher and they had more injuries. Despite us being a single goal down going into the third, we were able to claw it back. The best thing though, we had the home crowd advantage. The sea of pink sweaters is comforting to see.
I catch her eye as the Texiest Vortex hat gets passed to Maeve, one of our rookies who played solidly throughout and got her first two goals of the league in our final—the last one tying us up and then paving the way for Rhea to get the final goal in overtime.
Then, the Walter Cup is being brought in with Brynn and Rhea and Coach Lawson, who looks positively elated. The silver gleams in the fluorescent lights, sparkling like the diamond that we all know it is.
I lean in to Winnie, who seems uncharacteristically down right now. “I think Coach discovered a new setting in his personality,” I say,nudging her.
She looks up and gives me a tight smile when she catches sight of Lawson. “Definitely feels that way, doesn’t it?”
“Think it’ll stay around?” I ask and she grunts before shedding her pads gingerly. “Are you okay?”
She nods. “Caught a stray puck. It’s fine.”
I raise an eyebrow, but she refuses to acknowledge much more than that. “Should you talk to Olivia?”
She shrugs. “I will. But later.”
“Winnie—”
“Not now. It’s fine. We won. Let’s celebrate” She forces a smile onto her face despite clipping each word like she’s in pain. I raise an eyebrow but nod just the same.
“Right, sounds like a plan.”
She stands up, clapping my shoulder, and I watch her hobble to where Brynn is standing and attempt to jump in excitement.
A body slots in beside me, and I lean on it instinctively. Eloise smells of sweat and deodorant as she kisses my cheek. Her breath tickles, sending jittery sparks down my spine. I have to keep my hands in my lap to stop them from shaking. I just want her so much. “We did it,” she whispers in my ear, and when I look at her, brown eyes are shiny with tears and excitement.
“Couldn’t have done it without you,” I say.
She snorts. “Yes, you could have.”
I slap her thigh, ignoring the pain of hitting her padded pants. “Don’t lie. You were instrumental tonight, the night before, and every other game we played this year.”
“Except for the first one.”
I roll my eyes. “Eh, you were doing more important things, and once you got injured, it really spurned us into winning.”
“You got sent to the sin bin for checking Moore into the board. That’s what—”
I cover her mouth abruptly with a kiss. It’s short, sweet, and full of frustration at the fact that she keeps trying to undersell how important she is to the team.
“Don’t you dare say anything shitty about the woman I love!” I snap when we pull away. We’re still cautious about huge amounts of PDA in the locker room. It is work still, despite the girls loving to see us get all mushy around each other. “If you need a reminder of how much I love you, I will be showing you later tonight.”
Her brown eyes, which were a light chestnut, are now dark, her pupils growing incrementally as she bites her bottom lip. “What are you saying, Taylor?” Her voice is husky. “Tell me what you’re saying.”
