I'm hoping to bring good luck to the boys for tomorrow. I'm told I was bad luck yesterday. I won't take the blame. Shan, you need to let the poor boy rest!
“I’m mad at you.” The voice was low. The breath was warm. The body pressed against my back was solid as a prison wall.
“I would not get in bed with you and your wife. That bitch would cut me,” I responded with a smile as I leaned back into his arms.
“I didn’t even know that was an option or I would have asked a loooong time ago,” Hammer sighed from his across the aisle on the bus.
“Your wife…,” I closed my eyes and thought about Sarah and smiled. “Your wife would be at confession every day for a month.”
“Doesn’t mean it wouldn’t be worth it,” Dan smirked and then stuck his ear buds in and opened his lap top.
I sat up and twisted to look down at Kess who secured me in place with his hands on my hips. “And how the hell did you know about that anyway?”
He smirked and gave me a look that read, “Seriously?”
“That brat,” I scowled, knowing Kevin had broken the code and spilled the beans about our special rendezvous. “Does everyone know?” I wasn’t embarrassed per-se, it was just that I hadn’t realized our little threesome was going to become public knowledge.
“Oh come on,” he bounced his knees and was immediately distracted by the way my breasts jiggled right in front of his face. “You’re not actually angry. And besides, he wasn’t dishing on details. He was just so fuckin' happy, it was kinda sickening actually.”
“Hmm…” I slapped his hand away as it crept toward my breast and he groaned before dropping his head against my shoulder. “I thought we were watching Slap Shot again?” I asked, looking down the aisle at where Juice was hooking his iPhone to the system that would hook it up to the two medium sized screens at the front of the bus and all of the smaller screens fitted into the back of each seat. It was Kevin’s turn to choose the on bus entertainment.
“Well it’s not the fucking Notebook,” he snorted and looked amused with his choice as he headed back towards where I was sitting on Kess’s lap. I watched the screen and then rolled my eyes as a familiar set of opening credits began; The Hangover, again. Don’t get me wrong it’s a funny movie, one of the funniest, but it sort of turns half the guys on the team into infants and they know every, single, solitary line and they repeat each and every one of them, out loud, in unison. It’s gotten kind of…old.
“I think I’m gonna go help Burr cheat,” I muttered, slipping from Kess’s lap.
“Ah c’mon Pen, you like this movie,” he moaned. I nodded, smiled but continued, carefully towards the back of the bus where Lou, Burr and Cory were trying to teach Tanev how to play poker; or more correctly, how not to lose during the first hand.
“Watch him Lou, he’s got a flush,” I lied, pressing a kiss to the top of Ginger-Lou’s head.
“You’re not supposed to help him,” the back-up reminded me, patting his lap. I was about to take him up on his offer, if only because it pissed Bobby Lou off to have anyone overlooking their game. He took his cards deadly seriously, but another set of eyes at the table made me pause.
“That’s not what his wife says,” I smirked to which Lou gave me the dirtiest of looks while the rest of the table crowed.
“Yes I hear you’re taking orders from the WAGs these days, kind of unfair to us single guys dontcha think?” He smiled, right up into his sky blue eyes, and I cursed my knees for being so god damned weak.
“I’m here to help,” I responded with a wink at the man across the table and then promptly settled into the rookie defenseman’s lap on Cory’s right. I ran my fingers through Tanev’s short dark hair and watched him turn a very becoming shade of deep crimson.
“They don’t have her down at the farm huh kid?” Higgy asked, tossing his cards down. I wondered if he’d folded because he didn’t have a good hand or if because I was distracting him in my leopard print leggings and ripped t-shirt that hung low over my shoulder. My ego hoped it was the latter.
“N-n-n-no,” Tanev stammered. It was too easy and too adorable. I ran one fingertip down his throat and felt something shift beneath my thigh. I giggled. He coughed. Everyone else at the table broke up laughing, even Higgy.
I felt my heart swell under my ribs. I hadn’t been sure, after I’d left him with his toast and Gatorade, if he’d actually been nice to me or if it had been my imagination. His not getting up and running from the table the moment I’d sat down gave me hope.
“So you gonna take Tanev into the can and make a man of him or are you gonna play?” Lou asked irritably. Reaching over the table I snatched his poker playing visor off his head and stuck it on mine.
“Deal me in Bobby Lou and prepare to get spanked,” I grinned.
“Watch it. I think the big guy likes a little paddling. I’ve seen those boots Gina wears,” Higgy laughed and elbowed the goalie in the ribs. Lou rolled his dark eyes.
“Just for that, the buy in is now a hundred bucks. Pay up and prepare to lose.”
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The smell of fresh popcorn filled the room as room service wheeled in a cart laden with all manner of late night snacks and goodies. The guys pounced on the cart like they’d been starved for a week. I took a package of m&m’s and can of ginger-ale and crawled back up to the head of the bed, hoarding the pillows before the rest of the guys could join me. They’d let the rookie pick the movie and I wasn’t sure if I was looking forward to watching it. I wasn’t much of a horror movie buff, I don’t like to be scared, but I thought watching a slasher flick in a room full of six foot plus professional hockey player seemed pretty…well, safe.
“Is this seat taken?” I looked up and watched Higgy lower himself onto the bed beside me. He had a bag of Skittles and a can of Coke. Can you get much more all American than that?
“I didn’t see any place cards,” I responded, feeling as nervous as I had back in grade eight when the cute boy sat next to me in math.
“So how many times have you seen this?” he asked, crossing his ankles and pouring a handful of colourful candy into his big hand.
“Me? Never. The whole goalie mask, giant knife combination…not really my thing,” I explained. His big blue eyes got soft and it looked like he was about to say something when Burr landed pretty much in the middle of the bed like an overgrown lap dog.
“You can hold me in the scary bits,” he suggested in his thick, Quebecois accent, a playful grin on his face.
“Yeah and they are scary. Remember how we talked about doing some man-scaping?” I reminded him which made Kess and Juice giggle like schoolgirls.
“Hush,” Burr pinched my leg, making me squeak. “You love all of me, with or without hair.”
“Yeah yeah,” I wiggled around to get more comfortable and surrendered a pillow to help Alex get cozier too, wedged as he was between my knees. Mace peeked up from his spot on the floor between the beds and held out a hand for some of my candy. I rolled my eyes and placed exactly two into his palm and patted him on the head.
“Bitch,” he murmured, glaring at me playfully.
“Glutton,” I replied and then leaned further over when I realized Manny had popcorn on the other side of him. “Oooh, gimme!”
Only Burr’s presence and Higgy’s grip on the back of my shirt prevented me from toppling over the side when I reached down and scooped up enough to keep me satisfied. Chris was chuckling when I landed back in place with two overflowing handfuls of buttery kernels. I dumped them onto my lap where my sleep-shirt pooled enough to make a little pocket and grinned at him. “Score!”
Lappy dimmed the lights and everyone fell silent as the opening credits rolled. I carefully, and as quietly as I could, opened my can of ginger-ale and started to take a sip when someone suddenly grabbed my ankle. I shrieked. Pop and m&m’s went everywhere.
“Smart Weezer!” Lappy cuffed the youngster playfully upside the head. I glared at him.
“I’ll get you another one,” Chris said quietly and slid off the bed. I watched him carefully step over and around his teammates and felt myself smiling.
“Someone’s making progress,” Kess said quietly from my other side. I nodded silently as I watched him poke around in the goody basket. Apparently there were no more peanut m&m’s but he held up a packet of peanut butter ones and I nodded enthusiastically. The smile he aimed at me made the simmer on my panties go up to a full boil.
I intentionally let my fingers brush over and linger against his when he handed me the cold can and he didn’t draw his hand away. I blinked up at him, wishing very hard for everyone else to just disappear. He settled in beside me, his powerful thigh pressed up against mine. I didn’t care if Jason slashed anyone’s throat open after that. My mind was humming along happily, imagining scenario after scenario of what would happen after everyone else left my room, how he would stay and it would finally happen; I’d finally get to see Higgy naked, run my fingers over the indentations of his six-pack and kiss him, for real.
“This is gonna be scary in a minute,” he whispered into my ear. I blinked at the screen. I hadn’t been following the movie at all. How could I when my hormones were literally in overdrive? “You can hold my hand if you want,” he offered, laying his open on top of his thigh, palm up. I stared down at it, my heart beating like a snare drum in my chest. Tentatively I put my hand in his and he curled his fingers closed around mine.
After that I didn’t care if the girl in the Victorian nightdress with the golden curls opened the basement door. Chris was holding my hand. I felt as giddy as if I was on a first date.
At the halfway mark, someone hit pause much to the displeasure of everyone in the room, especially me, and a potty break was declared. Lappy flipped the lights back on and everyone got up to either stretch their legs or reload on snacks or use the facilities. Burr wouldn’t move, which meant I was stuck in place as well, though I was tempted to climb under the covers for some warmth, mostly because Chris was one of the ones that got up and went back to the snack tray. It felt like a quilt had just been tugged from around my shoulders.
“You cold?” Burr asked. I had to have involuntarily shivered. I shrugged. Alex looked down at his t-shirt as if he actually was considering giving it to me. I shook my head at him and tossed an m&m into his open mouth.
“Here.” I looked up to find Chris offering the hoodie he’d been wearing. I didn’t know which to stare at first. The hoodie that would still hold his body’s warmth and no doubt the scent of his aftershave, or the t-shirt that was probably a size too small that clung to his torso like a second skin.
“Thanks.” It took every ounce of self control I had not to hold the thick cotton garment against my face to inhale his scent, but I took my time dragging it over my head and snuggling into it. It was warm and soft and smelled like boy.
“Pretzel?” he tipped his bag towards me.
“Nah,” I shook my head, “they make me too thirsty.”
“I’ll get you another pop,” he offered. I shook my head again.
“Then I’d have to pee and Burr would want to come with me ‘cuz he’s such a scaredy cat,” I glanced down to where Burr still had me pinned to the bed.
“I have a nervous disposition,” he countered. I raised an eyebrow.
“Pussy,” Kess snickered and aimed a kernel of popcorn at Burr’s head.
“You’re the one always crying on the ice,” Burr howled in protest and threw a Smartie right at Kess, and missed, hitting me instead.
“Oh hell no,” I cried and shoved my heel into his ribs, which made him squirm and kick Macey’s head who then turned and pelted Burr with a handful of popcorn. “No…hey, no way you guys are messing up my room. If you want to have a food fight go to Lou’s room or something,” I cried above the hurled insults. “Behave or you’re all out of here,” I sighed, picking a kernel of popcorn out of my hair.
“Mmmm sexy school teacher. Daddy likes,” Kess purred in my ear.
“You think everything’s sexy,” I giggled and stuck my elbow into his ribs. I felt the bed move on my other side and looked over. Chris had gotten up and was now sliding down to the floor beside Lappy. I felt bereft, even when he gave me a little smile before offering some of his pretzels to his friend. The bed suddenly felt bigger, colder.
“He made huge progress today, give him a little space,” Kess whispered and covered my hand in his, holding it against his stomach. I sighed but kept my gaze forward as Lappy reached up and flicked off the lights.
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I heard the discussion before I walked by the room and I was going to ignore them and carry on with my plans to do a little shopping before it was time to head to the arena. Of course that didn’t pan out at all.
“… look fine. Ladies love that shit. Penny! She’ll tell you, man. Hey, Penny!”
Backtracking, I stood in the open doorway of the room Cody and Dale shared to find Coho staring at his reflection in the mirror as he checked out what I knew had to be a new outfit. Dale was grinning at him and nodding like an idiot. “What’s up guys?”
Weise clapped a hand on the kid’s shoulder, beaming like a proud parent. “The little guy has himself a date later. He’s trying to decide what to wear and we need a chick’s opinion.”
Cody turned to me and tried to strike a suave looking pose. “Well?”
Oh boy. There had been some attempts to get him into a suit that he hadn’t been wearing since junior but obviously the boys had failed to look at updating his everyday clothing. “Um,” really, what the hell could I say about what he had picked out? It was obvious he’d wandered into the overgrown children’s section of Abercrombie and selected whatever was on the closest mannequin. “It’s… great.” I forced a smile and took a hesitant step closer, trying not to destroy his delicate male ego.
“It is, right?” Cody turned to check out his ass in the mirror. “Yeah, this looks hot.”
Delicate… male… ego.
“Absolutely,” I assured him, coming closer. “I should warn you though. I got a call from Gary Bettman earlier. He wants his pants back.”
Dale cracked up and fell backwards on the bed behind us, laughing himself out of breath. Cody frowned at me and looked down at his pants. “Why? What’s wrong with the pants?”
“The simple fact that you’re asking me that makes me worried for you.” I pointed to the hems, nearly an inch shorter than they should have been. “Did you even try them on in the store, kid?”
“They’re my size,” he said defensively. “C’mon, I was in a hurry!”
“Yeah well, we can’t have you representing the team looking like that,” I sighed, looking him over and measuring the stocky winger with my eyes. “Dale, get Hammer and ask him to bring his purple dress shirt and slate dress pants,” I smirked. Dale slipped out of the room and I heard him giggling to himself all the way down the hallway. “So who’s the lucky girl?” I asked, leaning in the doorway.
“Just a girl…online…whatever.” He blushed a deep scarlet colour infusing his cheeks and turned his face away. I rolled my eyes.
“Isn’t that exactly what you’re supposed to be avoiding by having me around?” I asked. CoHo looked at me with an entirely blank expression. “Picking up loose pucks?” I continued, waiting for him to pick up what I was putting down. He continued to stare at me with no comprehension whatsoever in his eyes. “You’re not supposed to be hooking up with random fuck buddies,” I finally pointed out with extra emphasis on that ‘not’.
“Oh she’s not…I mean I don’t plan to…,” he mumbled and then looked away.
“Then have her meet us at the club after the game,” Hammer said quietly as he entered the room, his carefully folded clothes held between his hands like they were silver and gold not cotton and wool. CoHo opened his mouth to disagree but something in Hammer’s face made it crystal clear that it wasn’t a suggestion.
“You coming?” Dale asked. I didn’t normally go. Not that I don’t like clubs, I actually like to dance, but most night I had a pre-arranged sleep over with one of the guys but it was Boston and all the guys wanted to go out and enjoy some of the local bars, the cold drinks and the short skirts.
“Sure,” I said thinking about a shimmery silver number I had in my case that I hadn’t found a reason to wear yet.
“I get the first dance,” Dale grinned, grabbing me and salsa’ing me around the room before dipping me deeply and running his tongue up the arch of my neck like it was already lined with lime and salt.
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“You can’t take it personally,” I sighed, running my thumb along the back of Cody’s hand. He nodded but the expression in his eyes told an entirely different story. “You have to remember, you’re still a rookie, even if you don’t feel like one,” I reminded him.
“I should be getting more minutes by now,” the curly haired rookie sighed and continued to stare at his teammates working on the ice. He’d been given a maintenance day. Any other job and that would have been an excuse to sleep in and then hit the shops in the afternoon. In hockey it either meant you were injured, or in this young first round pick’s case that Coach V wanted him to sit and think about the request he’d made...no, request he’d demanded.
“You’re doing good things out there. You’re fast. You change direction like a water-bug,” I pointed out, turning his hand over and running my fingertip along the lifeline on his palm. It was long and so was his money line. “You’re getting lots of shots which is more than can be said for some of the other guys.” I glanced towards the ice, to where Kess and Manny were bent over one of the face off dots. Manny was winning over and over again. I couldn’t see the frustration in Kess’s face from here but I knew how determined he would be looking, the grim set of his features, the focus in his eyes. There were a few guys struggling, but Kess was having as hard a time as CoHo was accepting his lack of production.
“But the Coach doesn’t get it,” he whined again and snatched his hand away. It wasn’t true but then that’s why I was here. Both AV and Bones had grown weary of the kids’ complaints. Third line centers had to accept their role. It was part of growing as a player, knowing your role. I could see how hard it was to swallow, especially knowing that guys he’d played with were already playing a bigger role on other teams.
“You could be playing for a team like the Leafs that won’t make the playoffs, again,” I pointed out but Cody only rolled his eyes and continued to glare at the ice.
“How can I get better if I don’t get more playing time?” he snapped. It was a tune that the other players had already grown deaf to and the administration was tired of hearing from him.
“By listening to the older guys, doing things like Kess is now. You know Ryan’s great at face-offs but he’s always challenging himself,” I re-iterated just as Ryan finally pulled a puck back between his legs, a clean win. He didn’t raise his arms in triumph or make any sign that he’d won. He kept his crouch and put the blade of his stick back on the dark dot on the ice.
“I could have the rookie scoring race in the bag if they’d give me more ice time.” This was a point that neither I nor any of the guys could argue with. With that Nugent Hopkins kid down with a shoulder injury and the way Code’s had been contributing, he was probably right but that wasn’t the title that the Coach, or Gillis or anyone else on the team wanted.
“You have to keep your eye on the real prize,” I reminded him, reaching across his body to turn his baby face towards mine. His gaze softened when he looked at me and it made me smile. “I can’t say for sure but I think if you get that then you won’t give a flying fuck about some scoring title.” He smiled and tilted his head to the side.
“You’re easy to talk to you, y’know?” he said quietly and reached up to wind a strand of my hair around his finger. I smiled back at him and let my hand trail down to his chest. I hadn’t had a night with the rookie yet. I’d teased him and Tanev plenty but I hadn’t actually gone all the way with either of them yet. As I looked at him now I wondered if it would help him to settle in but just as I was about to lean in and press a kiss to his thin, almost colourless lips, a puck ricocheted off the seat in front of us, just barely missing the rookie’s knees.
I screeched and pulled my knees up against my chest. Cody, obviously more used to having pucks come close enough to graze his skin, merely glared towards the ice and the player standing at the glass glaring back.
Chris.
Even from here I could see murder in his eyes as he glowered at us and part of my brain wanted to curl into a ball and shake like a leaf to be stared at with that kind of lethal intensity but that was only the part of my brain that wasn’t doing a jig of pure and unadulterated joy and screaming ‘I win, I win’.
“C’mon,” I said, holding my hand out to CoHo and ignoring the rapid beating of my heart, “let’s get back to the hotel and order lunch before anyone else gets back.” Maybe it was rubbing salt in the wound but so had his choosing Lappy for a movie buddy for the second half of the film.
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“I fucking love this song!” I shrieked, grabbing Lappy’s hand and dragging him out onto the packed dance floor. We managed, just, to squeeze into the press of bodies gleaming in sweat and bouncing on the floor to the dance hall beat of Shaggy’s ‘Fired Up’. Max’s hands were on my hips and I was grinding and popping against him, grinning as the crowd sang along to the simple chorus.
“Back that up baby,” Max laughed into my ear and gave my ass a playful slap.
“Oh you like that huh?” I called over my shoulder and then reached back to twine one arm around his neck. I was thinking about kissing him, being that girl that necked with the hot guy in the middle of the dance floor and then I caught another pair of dancers intensely engaged in a game of tonsil hockey.
I felt my blood boil. I told myself that I’d asked for it, that by leaving the rink with the rookie when he’d made it perfectly clear that he was unhappy about it, that I’d begged for it, but the sight of the blonde with her arms wrapped around his thick neck and her breasts pressed up against his massive chest had me seeing red.
Max felt me stop moving before he did and then I heard him say something in French, one of those phrases that never makes sense to me but I know is a curse. I turned and grabbed his handsome, roguish face in my hands and tried to pull it towards me but he wrapped his big hands around my forearms and shook his head.
“Non ma petite, even my ego cannot take being used like that,” he said as he pried my hands away and held me at arms’ length. “You want him, you go scratch her eyes out but leave me out of it, d’accord?” I growled to make it clear that I was unhappy with his unwillingness to play along and then turned my back and stormed off the dance floor.
I found Kev and his defense partner Hammer sipping their beer slowly, the two married men living vicariously through their single teammates. Tanev and CoHo were both dirty dancing with what looked to be very willing partners and even Max had already found another girl to take my place. None of that bothered me. That blonde bitch suck facing with Chris however, made me dig my fingernails into my palms until the pain made my brain scream for mercy.
“You know what makes it worse?” Juice whispered in my ear, his gaze following mine back out onto the dance floor, “she’s wearing a Thomas t-shirt. I mean, how low can you go?” I stared at the yellow printing across her back that I hadn’t noticed before and growled again. That was too low a blow.
“Boys, you’re going to need another pitcher,” I hissed, grabbing the still half full one from their table.
“Hey, hey, don’t get us kicked out,” Kev laughed, easily grabbing me around the waist and, with one arm, tugged me back towards him. A sound that was pure fury and frustration escaped my lips and I heard Kevin laugh. “Some chowda guzzlin’ Boston mutt isn’t worth you getting arrested over,” he reminded me quietly as he successfully pried the pitcher of sudsy golden ale from my hand.
“Someone needs to tell him he needs to cool his jets,” I hissed like a snake, glaring at him, willing him to take his lips off that disease ridden Boston whore. “He’s embarrassing the whole team,” I added, turning to plead with Hammer who tilted his head to the side and gave me one of those ‘now, now’ looks that made my hands curl into fists.
Kevin peeled one of my hands open and forced a tall glass into it, but before I could down it in one gulp, it was taken right out of my hand. I turned a furious gaze onto the culprit and found myself looking up into Chris’s cool, blue gaze.
“Problem?” he asked, looking right into my eyes like he was daring me to admit everything right there. I clenched my teeth and stared back at him.
“Is that the best you can do?” I asked, willing the words to come out slowly, my body not to tremble. He stared at me for a moment that seemed to stretch into forever and then the corner of his mouth turned up in a snarl.
“I don’t know, why don’t you ask her later, when she can barely walk well enough to leave my room.”
I felt like one of those cartoon characters, where the whistle goes off and steam comes out of their ears. I was certain that my eyes spun back in my head and that I heard sirens or ahooga horns going off in my brain. I wanted to call him names but I couldn’t make my tongue form the words. I wanted to slap him, but my hand closed instead on the handle of the half full pitcher of beer and the next thing I knew all of those suds where flying, in super slow motion, through the air.
Chris shook like a wet dog and then focused his furious gaze on me. I opened my mouth to say something, to tell him he deserved it, and then realized that there were big fat tears in my eyes and that the lump of emotion that should not have been there was stopping me from breathing, never mind talking, so I turned on my heel and strode away without saying a word.
I slid the now empty pitcher back onto the table and reached blindly for Kev’s hand.
“I need you right now,” I hissed at him, using my other hand to brush away the tears of shame, humiliation and hurt that were now streaking down my face. He didn’t question it, or me. He followed like an obedient and well trained pet on my heels, even as I passed the table where Kess was chatting up two red heads. I grabbed his hand and spun him, dragging him with us. Like Kev he didn’t complain, didn’t utter a single syllable. In face he slipped his arm around my waist and pulled me tight against his body, turning my face into him to shield me from prying eyes until we were out on the street.
I heard him ask Kevin what happened. I blocked out his answer because I didn’t want to hear it explained out loud and then he tipped my face up and searched it with a worried gaze.
“What do you need Pen?” he asked, the pad of his thumb stroking my chin.
“You…both of you,” I hiccupped. “I just need you to make me not think right now,” I explained and then burst into tears.
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“You never light up like that when you look at me,” Kess hissed as he drove the crown of my head ever closer to the headboard. I reached back with the hand that wasn’t currently stroking Kevin’s thick, long cock and pressed my palm flat against the hardwood and pushed.
“Less talking, more fucking,” I reminded him, putting my Kegle exercises to work and squeezing my muscles around his dick until his eyes rolled back in his head and he groaned out loud.
“He has a point,” Kev began, until I squeezed his magical wand so hard he whimpered.
“I. Don’t. Want. To. Talk!” I growled and dug my heels into the back of Ryan’s thighs and guided Kev’s dick over my tongue and down to the back of my throat. I felt his fingers dig into my scalp and smiled around his member. His other hand wasn’t far behind, grabbing a fistful of my hair and forcing my mouth down over his cock until I was gagging. Most times such an act would have earned a firm ass smack to remind him to play nice but tonight it was exactly what I needed. A little physical pain chased away the open wounds that were ripping my heart into pieces.
“This probably isn’t going to help,” I heard Ryan say. I slid my hand down the headboard and reached up for his always unruly hair. Letting Kevin slip from my lips, I forced his mouth down over mine to silence him. Maybe this wasn’t the right reaction. Maybe this would ruin any chances I had with Chris forever, but right at that moment I didn’t want to think about that and I certainly didn’t want to think about that slut putting her lips anywhere on him.
I felt Kevin’s mouth close around one of my nipples, his teeth digging into the tender and ultra sensitive skin, his lips tugging upwards on the tight, pink little bud. The shiver of pain that ran through my entire body chased away the vision of that Bruins bitch’s mouth on Higgins’. His fingers sliding down over my stomach and into my slippery hot folds made me forget all about him.
My back bowed and I almost levitated off of the bed. Kess looked down at me with the same intensity in his eyes that our opponents so often see when they line up across from him on the ice. It sent a shiver straight through me. With one motion that took super human strength and made his abdominals ripple, he straightened, grabbed hold of the headboard and shoved himself balls deep inside of me.
“So you don’t want to think?” he asked in a voice that was more the throaty growl of a tiger than something that should have been able to come out of a human voice box. I shook my head. He smiled, but just with one side of his mouth. “Well okay then,” he smirked, rocked his hips back and then shoved the entire length of his cock into me again.
I squeaked, a noise soon muffled as Kev palmed the back of my skull like a basketball and shoved his cock into my mouth. I looked up at him, gratitude filling my eyes along with the salty splash of tears. His other hand brushed along my cheekbone, understanding clear in his big blue eyes.
“No thinking allowed,” he said quietly and I nodded, as best I could, with my mouth full.
