I hang up before I hear anything else.
The look on Troy’s face has me pushing the phone call from my mind.
Watching him play hockey might be the biggest aphrodisiac. I never remember it being like that with Kyle. Kyle was always a dick when he was on the ice. Watching Troy play is completely different.
There’s an intelligence to the way he plays. He’s smart. He doesn’t make dumb moves. Sure, not everything was in their favor tonight, but Troy made smart plays to get them into the game.
Especially not flattening Kyle like I thought he would. He let him do that all on his own. The look on Kyle’s face was worth it.
Absolutely priceless.
“What are you smiling about?”
“Thinking about how well you played tonight.”
Troy lifts me into his arms and presses me against the metallic green side of his car. “How else does it make you feel?”
I grind down against his very obvious hard-on. “About the same as you.”
“What are we going to do about it?”
“Why don’t you let us into your car and we can take care of this…growing problem?”
“Fuck, Angie.”
Troy clicks the remote, and the beep echoes across the parking lot. He sets me on my feet so I can get into the back seat as he crawls in behind me. It isn’t the most spacious place to be. With his backpack on the floor and an empty water bottle, there’s little room for our legs, and there’s no way we can stretch out.
Troy must be reading my mind as he pulls me across the seats, settling me onto his lap. He claims my mouth with his.
The kiss is punishing. Hot need and desire swirl in the air around us. I dig my fingers into Troy’s shoulders as I grind down on his cock. It is hitting every part of me that I want.
“I love how hot you are from watching me play.”
I brush the hair out of Troy’s face. “I could watch you play forever and I don’t think it’d ever be enough.”
“Fuck, Ang.”
He kisses me again. Long, slow, lust-inducing kisses that have me so close to coming, I should be embarrassed.
“I could come like this.”
“Do it.” His voice is commanding. “Get yourself off.”
Troy leans back against the seat, hands drifting under my sweatshirt. He tweaks my nipples as I do exactly as he says.
The windows start to fog. If anyone were to walk by, they’d know what is going on in here.
I couldn’t care less. All I want is for Troy to get me off.
Right.
Fucking.
Now.
His cock tents the material of his black suit pants as I continue grinding down on him.
“So good.”
