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She would forgive me...in time.
We were walking back to our seats when she happened to glance back at my hands. “Oh, we need to go back...you forgot my drink.”
I panicked, something I never did, and pushed her gently against the wall, my free hand coming up to cradle her head as I crowded her in with my body, my lips crashing against hers.
I’d just thought of one thing I could use for distraction...sex.
I let go of her head and slipped my hand under her jersey—the one I hated because it had someone else’s name on it—and my cock somehow hardened even more just feeling her soft skin under my fingertips.
She moaned against my lips, my tongue tangling against hers.
“Get a room,” someone coughed loudly from somewhere behind me, and I fought the urge to turn around and shoot him.
But it was a bit difficult to do what I wanted with a pickle and a sports drink in one of my hands, so we needed to find some place to remedy that. Pronto.
And then I had the best idea ever.
“Come on,” I growled at her, yanking her down the hall to one of the doors that led to the tunnels where the locker rooms and other staff rooms were. I heard the faint sound of the buzzer signaling the start of the new period, but glancing back at Kennedy, she didn’t seem to be too worried about getting back to the game. I had her lust drunk.
“Where are we going?” she asked as I led her down a flight of stairs. I kissed her against the wall again until she was all dazed and confused, because I knew she wasn’t going to totally go along with my new, brilliant plan unless I had her really primed.
“Come on, baby,” I murmured, leading her into the tunnel and down the hall where the team locker room was. They’d just gone out on the ice, so we had just enough time for me to make her cum a few times...all over Carter’s locker...before they came back.
“Oh,” she whispered, like we were going to get caught any minute as I swiped the card I’d stolen from Sebastian and led her into the locker room.
She glanced around. I knew she’d been in here before, but it was a little different mid game. Things were strewn everywhere and it...smelled. Worse than usual.
Brought back a million memories honestly. Of other times when I’d brought Kennedy into our high school locker room as teenagers and done thingsverysimilar to what we were about to do.
Just like I thought, the place was deserted, everyone out watching what was looking like a very close game based on the goal they’d just scored on Carter that had played out on the TV above us.
The three of them were probably all distracted, wondering where I’d taken Kennedy, and it gave me a little satisfaction that they were suffering a little since I was still feeling salty tonight about my brain’s decision to take a walk down memory lane and think about the fact that I didn’t play hockey anymore.
I mean seriously, I had more money than God, more power than the president, and I had the girl of my dreams...I wasn’t suffering.
But maybe tonight I had to remind myself a little more of why I had given all that up, and who I had given it up for.
I dropped the pickle and the Gatorade on a chair and scooped her up in my arms, her legs wrapping around me as I carried her over to where Carter’s locker was. It wasn’t really a locker, it was more like an enormous open space. So, it was perfect for what I had planned.
“I’m going to fuck you right here, baby,” I murmured as I pulled her pants down until they were around her ankles.
Her eyes widened. “What?! We can’t do that.” She squirmed against me though, making no real move to get away.
I smiled at her as I slid two fingers through her soaking wet folds, smearing her wetness around her clit and massaging it as she let out a soft moan, her gaze darting around like any second now, someone was going to walk in on us.
I mean theycouldwalk in on us. It would actually be awesome if one of the guys was brought in with an injury—nota bad one obviously since I needed them to help me protect Kennedy, but maybe a muscle contusion or something. I could just imagine the look on Carter’s face if he turned the corner and found me balls deep in our girl, her delicious scent soaking his locker.
She gasped as I slid my fingers into her tight pussy, a squelching sound delighting my ears from how turned on she was.
“I’m obsessed with this tight cunt. Have I told you that lately?” I whispered in her ear as I softly bit down on her earlobe, her body shaking with need against mine as she gasped.
“We really shouldn’t do this,” she said, but I could tell she’d already given in. My Kennedy loved what I could do to her.
I cupped her breast through her jersey, wanting to rip the whole thing off. It was one thing though for someone to see her face if they walked in...it was quite another for them to see her perfect body.
I would have to kill them and something told me that Jack, Carter, and Sebastian probably wouldn’t be too happy about me ending one of their teammates.
I smiled in victory when her hand moved between our bodies, sliding under the band of my jeans and finding my aching cock.
