“What I know, in this moment, is that if your mouth is on my dick, it will stop annoying me.”
Ten seconds later, a warm mouth was on his cock, and Zander closed his eyes and leaned back.
Chapter 16
On the night of the hockey game, Spence insisted the available concessions would all be crap, so he filled them up with hearty bowls of venison stew over rice alongside fresh sourdough bread slathered with butter. Ten minutes after they ate, Rhea met her in the entryway in black leggings, knee-high boots, and a green hoodie with the Seawolves logo across the front. Emmy wore jeans and a long-sleeved thermal top in the same deep green, her hair pulled into a messy French braid. Delaney drove, quiet while the two friends talked in the backseat, the guard’s black coat hiding whatever she wore beneath.
The city was buzzing, and Seawolf fans filled downtown sidewalks dressed in green and gold. Delaney parked and told Emmy. “I still can’t believe you’ve never been to a hockey game.”
Emmy shrugged. “Never hit my radar before.”
“Well,Ican’t believe you snagged us an invite to the afterparty,” Rhea said.
Emmy smirked. “Jed is a hundred percent human, butdamn, he has badass written all over him.”
Since Delaney wouldn’t go into the party with them after the game, Emmy wore a tracker toe ring as well as a stupid little mole behind her ear that would let Delaney hear everything.
Inside, the crowd’s energy hit her like a wall — cheers, jeers, pounding drums, the sharp metallic clamor of cowbells and stomping feet. They found their seats in the middle tier, just behind the home bench. When the Seawolves hit the ice to a roaring ovation, Emmy couldn’t help but grin. She’d been to hundreds of football games in her life, but this was different. Faster. Colder. Rougher.
The game opened hard. Five minutes in, Morrissey laid the other team’s forward out against the boards and got two minutes for roughing. He returned just in time to instigate a fight in front of the net. Helmet off, gloves dropped, fists flying. He got five minutes for fighting and another two for unsportsmanlike conduct. Emmy whooped with the rest of the crowd.
Jed had invited her to the party, but she made a note to find and meet Morrissey, and she wondered what his first name was. A quick check on her phone told her Jed’s last name, Nelson, and then Morrissey’s first. Alexander. She wondered how he shortened it.
Apparently, a bunch of the upperclassmen on the team rented a house together, and that’s where the party would be.
The blue team scored first, but the Seawolves answered with two goals in the second period. Rhea informed her one was off a fast break, the other a power play slapper. Morrissey earned another penalty for boarding in the last period. He returned to the bench grinning like he’d won the lottery.
“Zane’s really close to getting ejected for good,” Rhea told her.
“Zane? How do you know his first name? It’s Alexander on the roster.”
“Because I pay attention to hockey.”
Her face hadduhwritten all over it, so Emmy just said, “Good to know his name, since I’m pretty sure I want to fuck him.”
Rhea only shook her head and laughed.
They won 3–2, barely holding off a late surge. The final horn brought a wave of green-and-gold thunder, fans screaming themselves hoarse. Emmy turned to Rhea, eyes sparkling. “That was incredible.”
Rhea laughed. “Told you. You picked the perfect night for your first game.”
They headed for the exit with the crowd while Emmy and Rhea decided where they wanted to eat before going to the party.
The three ate at a Mexican place, and Emmy got started on the evening with two margaritas.Not that she could get drunk with her fast metabolism, but she enjoyed the taste and the energy of it.
The party address wasn’t terribly far from campus, and when Delaney pulled in front of it, she gave Emmy a flat look and said, “Have fun, stay aware. What’s your safeword again?”
Emmy smirked. “My safeword to bring you to the rescue is sasquatch. I’m not planning to need a safeword for rough sex tonight. I mean, I’m hoping for rough sex, just not expecting to need a safeword.”
They climbed out into the cold and walked toward the house. Music pulsed through the walls, the low, grinding bass vibrating in her chest. Before they even reached the porch, the front door opened and Jed was there, big grin, ball cap, Seawolves hoodie.
“You made it,” he said, pulling them both into a warm hug that lingered just long enough to register as interest.
“Jed, this is Rhea. Rhea, Jed Nelson.”
Rhea rattled off his jersey number and a bunch of stats, and Jed smiled. “A fan. I was actually pleasantly surprised when I found out Emmy here knew zero about me or hockey.”
“I know stuff now,” Emmy told him. “I enjoyed the game more than I expected to. Thanks for the invite.”
