The puck dropped, and everything blurred into one thing: Earn it.
Every check, every slapshot, every rush down the ice was laced with the thought of Frankie waiting, watching, deciding who got to sink into the bed tonight and let the other man and her hands, her mouth, drive him insane.
Fuck, I wanted to be insane.
Eli played like a man possessed. Every player on our team hooted and hollered with each of his races down the ice at lightning speed, and power shots at the goal. I hated to admit it, but he was faster, sharper than even in his normally great games, every shot snapped with precision. The bastard was feeding off her just like I was.
Halfway through the second period, he slid over during a break, helmet unbuckled, sweat dripping down his temple. He pressed his hip against the boards right where Frankie leaned, spending a lot of her time at the ice to watch us in between customers.
“Hey, Black Cat.” He drawled, loud enough for me to hear from the bench where I was sucking air. “How do you want me tonight? Hands in your hair while you take care of me? Or should I make Travis sit in the corner while you ruin me with that mouth of yours?”
Frankie’s cheeks flushed pink, her tongue darting over her bottom lip, making my blood roar. I already imagined her red lipstick smeared up the shaft of my cock.
“You’re not the only one she’ll ruin, Eli,” I growled, skating past. “She’s gonna ride me first, and you’ll be on your knees begging to touch.”
Her eyes went wide, the smirk wobbling into something breathless. And damn if that wasn’t fuel enough to tear down the rink.
By the last buzzer of the game, everything around us was a blur of sweat, body checks, and Frankie’s eyes burning into me from the glass. Eli and I shook hands with the other team before we skated over to her after the ice and bleachers had emptied.
She moved to the bench so she could talk to us freely, and I could almost see the arousal in the blown pupils of her eyes as she looked at each of us.
“Well,” Eli urged, “Who won?”
She grinned, and I knew we were both in trouble, about to be victimized by her wicked ways, once again.
“I told the guys that there was a draft sale tonight to the first ten players that make it to the bar.” She licked her lips, “Which means the locker room should clear out pretty fast tonight.”
“Shade,” I growled, tilting my head in warning as her teasing took us further from our prize.
“What?” she whispered with a look of innocence on her pouty lips. “All I’m saying is that you’ll have the place to yourself if you want to warm things up while you wait for me to get off my shift. I’ll tell you who won when we get home.” She shrugged and took a step back toward the stairs. “See you boys in an hour.”
“Fuck,” Eli groaned, watching her walk up the steps with that confident sway to her flared hips. “I’m going to come in my pants. No fucking way I’m making it home without blowing.”
I looked over at him, leaning into our decade’s long friendship and trust in Frankie’s feelings about the lines we were blurring, while simultaneously trying to set the pace for him to find comfort in since I knew he was more worried about the dynamic than I was.
“Guess you should probably spend your time in the shower wisely, burn off some steam before she gets her claws back intous on the way home.” I skated backward towards the tunnel as his eyes darkened.
He looked off where Frankie disappeared and then back at me, skating to catch up. “You think she wants that? Truly?”
I shrugged, because I was sure that was what she was telling us to do. But I didn’t know how far she meant it to go.
“I guess we’ll see how well her half-off draft sale goes down and go from there.”
“Damn.” He muttered. “I might come in my pants before we get to the showers.”
I chuckled and turned.
He would if I had any say in it.
The game was over,but my body didn’t get the memo. Every single cell and nerve in my body was alight with need.
Carnal.
Feral.
Dying need.
The way she had leaned against the glass and mouthed,earn itwas like she could already picture us on our knees for her, totally at her mercy.
