“Two points, good game.” He offers his fist for a bump. “Saw Tori out there. She coming around?”
“Nah, man. She’s firmly in team ‘it’s too fucking dangerous.’”
He nods before plonking next to me on the bench. “What do the doctors say?”
Dunno. They’d probably agree with Victoria if I’d been to see them every time I’ve had an “episode” but I didn’t want to get benched soooo…
“Oh, Raf. Please tell me you’ve been telling the doctors about your symptoms.”
My body’s on fire with shame even though I’m in nothing but a towel.
“Fuck. Man. Stop being a dumbass, and go talk to someone.” He pats my shoulder. “I’m not a snitch, but you really should trust the team doctors to know what’s best for you. If that’s not playing…” He shrugs. “Gotta do what you gotta do.”
That’s easy for him to say. He’s not the one who might have to hang up his skates from playing. Or worse, drop out of college.
“I know.” He nudges me. “It’s not a nice prospect. A life without hockey. Phew.” He whistles. “I can’t imagine it. But know what’s worse than a life without hockey?”
I look him dead in the eye. “What’s that?”
“A world without you.” He bumps my shoulder.
“That’s what Victoria says.”
“Your girl’s a smart one. Think about it. And go talk to a fucking doctor.” With that, he flashes his ass at me and gets his shit dry.
Victoria is waiting for me when I leave the rink. “Good game.”
It’s so sweet of her to be supportive when she probablywanted to puke for the entire game.
“Are they all going to be out for a while? Or are they going back to the hockey house?” She twists a curl around her finger, her face turning a shade of pink I fucking love on her. My girl’s horny. We haven’t done anything since before my migraine last weekend, and at the mere suggestion of getting some, my dick’s paying full attention.
“Why d’you ask, Firecracker? You want some quality time?”
She tilts her head, her eyes skimming the lines of my game night suit. “I want some quality orgasms.”
Fucking love that she doesn’t hesitate to state her mind. She knows what she needs, and if she doesn’t get it, she’ll go somewhere else. Which is hot as hell. A girl with a healthy sex drive is the most delicious thing in the whole world. I’ll meet her where she is, every damn day.
“You need a release, eh?”
She licks her lips, staring directly at my crotch. “You’re not getting out of the parking lot without blowing your load in my mouth.”
Fuck. Her filthy mouth nearly has my knees buckling. Gripping her jaw, I make sure she can’t look anywhere but in my eyes. “You’re so hot when you’re dirty.”
She snickers. “I’m always dirty.”
“Exactly. Let’s go.”
We don’t say goodbye to anyone as we leave, but she’s already texting someone as we make our way out into the parking lot. When I catch her eye she purses her lips. “Girls have to tell each other when they’re leaving, and that they’re safe. Penises don’t typically have those kinds of restrictions.”
She’s right—the guys wouldn’t think twice about me heading home without them, nor me them. It’s a whole different world for women. I come to a complete stop right in the middle of the road. “Does Eloise have a ride?”
Victoria’s smile lights up the whole street. “She’s good. Ares has that touch-her-and-die thing going on. But I appreciate the awareness for my gender.” She pats me on the shoulder before we continue our way to the car.
I’ll have to teach my son about consent when he’s older. I’ll have to teach him a whole bunch of shit. Fuck. That’s some next level responsibility.
“Jesus, your brain’s loud, Raffi. What the hell are you chewing over?”
“Just the parenting challenges of raising a boy.”
