I don’t want to hide. I’m tired of spending every day living for everyone else. I just want to be selfish tonight.
Eli
Good, because I’ve been thinking about the noise you made when Trav slid his hand into your panties all damn day. And I want another hit of that high.
Me
What a damn good noise it was too. I can’t wait for more.
Frankie
Tell me more about getting more. You know… for science.
Eli
Do you want the details now or do you want me to whisper them into your ear from the penalty box?
Me
If I score tonight, I want a reward. Locker room. Door Locked. Hands on the wall as soon as we walk in.
Eli
If I get a penalty, I want a reward too. Preferably something involving my mouth and absolutely no interruptions.
Frankie
Are you two going to fight each other on the ice just to get my attention?
Eli
I won’t say no.
Me
You’re worth the bruises, Shade.
She didn’t reply right away, but I wasn’t worried because she was at work after all. The point of the whole conversation was to make sure she knew we were thinking of her. And to keep her thinking of us.
If we didn’t, the chaos of her life would steal her away before we could convince her to let us take some of her burden.
The ice wasthe only place in the world where my brain would turn off. It had been that way since I was a kid, looking to escape the expectations and opinions of everyone else.
Cold air, the weight of the gear, the thud of the puck against my stick, it gave my body something to do when my mind wouldn’t shut up.
Tonight though? Nothing shut off.
Not with her in the bleachers.
I spotted Frankie the second she got to the landing at the top of the stairs, looking down at the ice as we hit our warmups. Her sage green dress was the same shade as her witchy eyes, and it looked like it was as soft as a cloud, hugging her lush curves with sexy brown buttons running down the front of it.
Buttons I was going to rip open with my teeth.
She had undone two at her chest, revealing the top of her cleavage, and she had undone a few at the bottom, which created a V at her knees. All it did was lead my eyes to that prize between her thick thighs, above her thigh-high brown boots that disappeared under the hem of the dress.
Fuck.
I was hard, and my athletic cup was seriously cramping my dick up.
