AllFreeNovel
Share Us
At least it’s not Hazel rubbing him.
I breathe a deep sigh and collect my towel from my bag. With a final glance over at Hazel, who’s now laughing alongside my sister, I hit the showers.
I crank the steam right up. My mind is already foggy with the return of Hazel, but I need to clear it out. I played a terrible game tonight. My focus was all over the show. And if we’re a chance to get to the Stanley Cup playoffs, I need to be on my game.
I let the hot water run down my back, allowing my thoughts to drift. I replay the game in my head, just like I always did. Only tonight… It’s different. Instead of repeating misplaced passes or thinking about my stick technique, flashes of deep cleavage and thick legs distract me. A pair of crystal blue eyes flicker across my mind, and when I look down, I see a raging boner pulsing and begging to be relieved right here in the shower.
“Yo, Edwards?” A voice yells out in the shower room causing me to jump.
“Yeah?” I say, looking down at my hard on, hoping to hell the guys don’t choose this moment to play one of their dumb tricks.
“I’m heading out with Ellie…” It’s Miles. He’s always taking my sister out, but she swears there’s nothing going on there. I don’t have a problem with Miles, he’s a top guy. But I just hope she’s careful with him, especially after seeing how red her cheeks were tonight. I know she’s had a lot to drink. “You coming to the bar?”
“Yeah, bro. I’ll meet you there once I’m done in here.”
I look down at my cock and hear the door slam. If Ellie is going to the bar, surely that means Hazel would be too? And dammit, if Hazel is going to be at the bar, I need to make sure I’ve got a clear mind.
“Well, buddy,” I say quietly, looking down at my throbbing length. “Let’s get this under control.”
With flashes of Hazel’s cleavage serving as stimulation, I don’t last long before white ropes of pleasure shoot on the wall of the Vikings shower room.Shit.Guilt pulls at my neck for the sticky hot mess smoothly flowing down the tiles. I wouldn’t want to be a cleaner here. Those are the poor bastards who should be getting million-dollar contracts, not me.
I dry myself down and pull on a pair of underwear before heading back out. Thankfully, my head is clear and even if Hazel is at the bar tonight, I know after my shower exerts, I won’t be a mumbling horny mess like I was half an hour ago.
As I turn the corner, the room is much more subdued. The wild cheering and buoyant screams are gone, but the smell of sweaty jerseys and old jockstraps remains. Most of the guys would be halfway to the bar by now, so when I throw the towel over my shoulder and make my way around the bend, I’m left gaping at the beautiful woman sitting in front of locker sixteen.
“Hazel?”
