But regardless, I have to tell him.
I'm losing my mind in the meantime.
Coach Cross blows his whistle, signaling the end of practice, and I hustle off the ice. Beck and Jett follow, giving me shit the entire time.
"What, have you got somewhere else to be?" Beck's voice follows me into the locker room.
Jett pins me with a teasing look. "Maybe he has someone to see."
It's everything I can do to keep a staid expression. "Maybe I'm just sick of you two."
Beck snorts. "Yeah right. We're a delight."
Jett taps Beck's fist and then starts stripping his pads. I rush through stripping and showering, my mind on Mollie. She probably has a lot more work to do today, but I need a hit. I won't make it through the rest of the day without a little taste.
Sneaking out of the locker room, I stealthily hunt Mollie down, finding her in a darkened hallway. She's bending down, hunting for something on a lower shelf, tempting me with her lush ass and the tiniest glimpse of her white panties.
She squeaks when I grab her ass. Squeezing hard, I whisper, "Heya Squeak."
Mollie sags against me. "Alexander Thorne! It's not nice to sneak up on people."
"You're not people, though." I turn her in my arms. "You're my girlfriend."
Mollie looks over my shoulder, nibbling on her lower lip. "Not in public."
"I know. I'm your dirty little secret," I tease, kissing her lips.
"Alex." She says my name the way I like, twining her arms around my neck. "You're making things difficult."
I kiss her neck, enjoying the mmm of pleasure that escapes her. "Good. Things should be hard for you. Do you know how tough it is to be the dirty secret while you're out on the ice, filming other players?"
A giggle escapes her. "You're crazy. I'm just doing my job."
"That doesn't make it any better." I palm her tit through her sweatshirt and she moans. Grinding my hips against her, I grit my teeth. I'm hard and thinking about her sucking my dick right now is tormenting me. "You wanna be my good girl?"
Her quick inhale is as good as a yes, but it's cut off by her brother's voice. "Moll? You down here?"
She practically shoves me off her. I eye her as I adjust my cock, moving another step back while she smooths down her hair.
"Right here!" she calls.
Beck comes around the corner and stops short when he sees us. "What are you two girls whispering about?"
"Mascara," I say. "And blush."
Mollie swallows tightly but offers a smile. "I was trying to get a blank jersey. And Thorne was making my day harder. What's new?"
She says it lightly, but her use of my last name stings. I rub a hand across my mouth.
It's time to tell him, but she hasn't agreed yet.
So I let the moment pass. Backing up a few steps, I jerk my thumb over my shoulder.
"I'm going to get going. But remember what I said, Mollie."
"Yeah." She glares at me. "I will."
As I'm leaving, I hear Beck ask, "What'd he say?"
