Page 32 of Capturing the Captain

But, with Josh? I swear he would eat me for breakfast, lunch and dinner, if he could. And I would not be opposed in the slightest. I’ve never come so hard in my life like I did last night. I honestly thought I was gonna pass out.

When my eyes refocus on the man in front of me, the smirk playing across his lips tells me that he knows exactly what I’m thinking about. “Shut up!” I tell him, playfully smacking him across the arm, and then I finish setting up my equipment. He lets out a full-bellied laugh, and it’s like music to my ears. “Here, be useful and help me with this. It’s so annoying that all of you guys are mountain-sized men. I can’t reach high enough.”

I task him with raising the background stand since Conor got too distracted to finish it. I move towards the stand to show Josh how to set it up when I feel him approach me from behind. The front of his body is flush against my back side, his arms wrapped around mine to grab the adjuster of the stand, and he breathes softly against the exposed skin at the nape of my neck. Goosebumps race down my arms, and my panties get wet instantly. He knows what he’s doing to me, but does he really think I’m just gonna let this go one way? I rub my ass against him, and in response he huffs a low growl in my ear.

“Careful, baby. Don’t start something you’re not willing to continue.” His deep voice vibrates through me, and I can feel him harden against my ass cheeks, which just encourages me to press against him harder.

“Fuck, if I knew I would end up in that position with you, I would have been a lot more help.” Conor’s voice cuts through the sexual tension between me and Josh, and I squirm out of Josh’s arms.

“Shut the fuck up.” Josh snaps at him, grinding his molars so hard, it looks like they could crack.

At least Conor has the decency to look apologetic. “Olliepop, the guys are all going out on the town later. Why don’t you come with?”

I look between him and Josh, my mouth flapping open and closed like a fish. “I, umm… I’m not sure that’s a good idea.”

“Sure, it is. The rest of the staff always comes out with us.” He walks up beside me. “Plus, it'll give us all a chance to get to know you better.” He bumps his shoulder against mine.

I look to Josh again for any signs as to why I should or shouldn't go. These are his friends, after all. I don't want to overstep.

He gives me a slight nod and a shrug of his shoulder. “Umm, why not? It’ll be fun. Plus, Matthews here will be completely respectful the whole evening.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Conor salutes me, and I can’t help but laugh.

“Okay, yes. I will go.” He picks me up and spins me in a circle, making me feel so carefree in this moment, and laughing as he puts me back on my feet. I look over at Josh again, his smile as bright as mine, and I just know that tonight will be amazing.

18

Olivia

Josh went back to his own apartment after practice today so it doesn’t look so suspicious if we show up together later. As it turns out, the rest of the day was not a disaster. After finishing up all of the solo shots of the players, along with a few group photos and some from practice, I went up to my office to begin editing. I’m really happy with most of my shots, and showing my work to Katherine was confirmation enough that I'm not going to totally suck at this job. She was equally as happy with the photos as I was.

I messaged Sash about going out later with the players, and she agreed to come along. She and Max arrive at my apartment, and we’re all getting ready together. When I say all, I really just mean me and Sasha. All that Max has to do is pull a shirt on and he’s good to go, so he’s in the living room while we’re in my bedroom putting on makeup.

I’m applying a final layer of nude-colored lipstick when Sasha turns to face me.

“I have to ask,” she begins, chewing on her inner cheek, nervous energy radiating off of her, “will Conor be there tonight?”

I stop what I'm doing, eyeing her closely. “Why?” I ask, cautiously. I could tell that she liked him from when they met, but I wasn't sure if it was more than just an infatuation.

“Oh, you know, because of how flirty he is.” She scrunches face as if saying it disgusts her. “I just don’t want Max to get the wrong idea.” She waves her hand in the air dismissively. “Nevermind, I’m sure there will be loads of other girls there that’ll be all over him. He won’t even notice me.” She’s speaking so fast, it’s hard to understand what she’s saying.

“Sash, what’s going on?” I ask her, giving her my full attention.

“I don’t know, babe. I just-“ At that moment, the bedroom door swings open and Max leans against the doorframe.

“Are you ladies ready yet?” He inquires, a slight smile on his lips, but his voice is roiling with impatience and annoyance.

“Yeah, babe, we’re ready.” Sash beams at him before sliding her gaze to me as her smile falters.

We arrived at the bar shortly after that. Thankfully, it’s close to my apartment so we were able to walk. The only problem is that it doesn't stop the ache in my feet from my black-heeled, knee high boots, also known as my ‘stripper boots’. I've paired them with a pair of black shorts that I think might be too short when going out with a bunch of horny, hockey players. I’m pretty sure that my ass cheeks are hanging out of them, but Sasha practically forced me to wear them, and I have to admit, they do look good on me. My top is red, slightly tight around my boob area, but falls loosely off of one shoulder. My hair lays in loose curls down my back with the top section in a cute updo.

Stepping into the bar, I feel slightly insecure about my outfit choice. I don’t usually dress like this. I prefer to keep most of my skin covered up. But the moment I find Josh’s eyes on me, all my insecurity dissipates. He’s looking me up and down, hands balled into fists, with a tightened jaw. If it wasn’t for the heat in his eyes with hooded lids, I would think that he was pissed.

Beside me, Sasha is searching the crowd and it’s obvious who she’s looking for. When she spots him, she freezes, and it feels like all the air has been sucked out of the room. I take her hand in mine, “Come on, babe. Let’s go dance.” She snaps out of the trance she was just in, and smiles at me with excitement rolling off of her. We make our way to the middle of the dance floor and let loose.

Me and Sash are very much ‘straight’ but we’re always up for a little bit of sexy dancing with each other. I’m grinding my ass against her frontside, her hands running over my body. Our dancing is getting the attention of many onlookers. Both men and women watch us with rapt attention, but we don’t care. We keep dancing even though we’re sweaty and breathless.

I lock eyes with Josh as he watches from across the room. His lips tip up in a wicked grin, putting his drink on the table, and makes his way over to me. My heart rate accelerates as he nears, while Sash leans in to whisper in my ear, “I’m gonna go find Max. Umm, have fun.” I glance back at her, and she winks at me before lightly slapping my ass, causing a giggle to erupt from my throat. By the time I face forward again, Josh is in front of me, his arms snaking around my waist, pulling me flush to him. I wrap my arms around his neck while rubbing my body against his.