Page 31 of The Promise

“You’re in love, you know that right? Please tell me you know that.” He smiles and I can’t tell if he’s asking me or telling me.

“Bullshit,” I mutter, throwing my shit into my locker and ignoring the painful amount of eyes that are still pinging off me. “Can you all mind your own fucking business and stop accusing me of feeling things that I don’t feel.”

“Oh, that’s good news then,” One of the defensemen, pipes up. “She’s a fucking rocket and I was hoping you didn’t have any feelings for her so I could ask her out.”

“What?” My eyes are wider than they were 0.2 seconds ago and my heart picks up speed. “Don’t you fucking dare, don't even talk to her, actually don’t even look at her.”

He smiles back at me, Lewis mirroring him. “Touché.”

It takes me less than the ten minutes I asked Molly to wait for me, because I'm on fast forward the entire time I'm in the shower. I’m itching to get out of this hellish environment, where everyone is staring at me with accusation in their eyes. I’m not an insecure person generally and I wouldn’t feel so sick to my stomach if I didn’t know how fucking on the money all of them are. I can’t say it out loud though, not to anyone but Sean, who I know understands my situation like no one else can. I trust my best friend, with my life if I needed to and I know for a fact, that most of the guys in this locker room would go spilling my secrets to anyone who would listen if I gave them the chance.

Most of the guys have already left anyway by the time I gather my bag from my locker and head out into the quiet hallway, for a moment my stomach drops and I think Molly has left. But when I look to the left, back towards the mouth of the arena, I see her. Braid hanging low down her back as she leans her elbows on the edge of the rink, watching the Zamboni drift around, smoothing the ice. Her ass is jutted out towards me and when I reach her I give her a little pat-pat. Her bright eyes immediately flash at me over her shoulder.

I gesture towards the ice as the Zamboni driver gives me a brief wave, moving off the rink. “Wanna go for a quick skate before we leave? Everyone has gone now.” I shrug, not wanting her to feel pressured, but also really fucking desperate for any reason to touch her and gliding across the ice together seems like the perfect excuse.

Molly fists a hip. “You goalies are so extra, you’re the last one out of the fucking locker room and now you want to go for a skate? I mean, what were you even doing in there? Manscaping?” She muses, lips pursed and eyebrows pinched into a mountain.

I tip my lips into a teasing smile. “Awe, changing the subject because you’re scared? Come on, I’ll hold your hand.” I pout my lips, twisting them into a false frown and Molly scoffs a laugh.

“You know I can skate right?” Her fist lands on her hip. “Like I can really skate.”

“Oh, you mean you can stay upright?”

She points a painted finger at me. “You’re going to regret that, get me some skates.”

I grab a pair of skates for her, kneeling down and tying them into bows as she sits like a queen on the bench, picking her nails as if she's bored, which is only growing my amusement. She thinks she can really skate, but I guarantee she's on her ass within ten-seconds of landing on that freshly zambonied ice.

Molly leaps to her feet and I shove my tender soles into my own skates, watching her make her way onto the ice without even waiting for me to tie the fucking things.

She’s an impatient little monster at times.

When I stand up, skates laced and ready to guide Molly across the ice like Bambi, my eyes almost fall out of my head. A flash of platinum blonde passes me as I step out, Molly’s lean frame floating over the ice and taking an entire sprinted lap around the rink, before beginning a mind bendingly fast spin on the spot. When she comes to a stop, she turns to smile at me, a cocky grin plastered on her angelic face. I zip over to her, taking her hips in my hands and smacking a possessive kiss to her frozen lips. The icy air around us biting at my bare skin and wet hair, as a trickle of water trails down the back of my neck.

I breathe a chuckle. “I can’t lie, I'm massively turned on by that.” “Yeah?” She smirks, hands landing on my shoulders. “Wanna go back to your place?”

I look over my shoulder, every single soul now out of the building and a spark of an idea lights up my mind. “I have a better idea.”

I've never been a big fan of sex in public places, it always feels kind of rushed and it’s never as comfortable and versatile as in a nice, big, king sized bed like the one that sits waiting in my bedroom. But with Molly, for some reason, it’s the thrill that’s making me rip her clothes off her right now as I pin her against my locker. We’re all breathy kisses and nipping, sweeping tongues, hands exploring each other like we haven’t been having sex for months now. I think I know her body better than my own at this point.

I suck a trail down her collarbone, over the swell of her breasts, taking a moment to swipe my tongue over each rosey nipple and watch her head fall back. That rush of emotion floods me, it causes a tsunami in my stomach and makes me want to crush Molly with all the words that are on the tip of my tongue. Instead, I swallow her moan with my mouth, pulling her bottom lip between my teeth, before spinning her around and pushing into her from behind, taking her last breath with me. She forces herself back against me, deepening my strokes as she goes and grasping her hands back towards me as she searches for an anchor. I take both of her wrists in my hand, dipping my face into the comforting smell that paints her neck, dropping open mouthed, sloppy kisses all over her heated skin. She pants as I reach around and pinch the bud of nerves between my thumb and forefinger, forcing her over the edge of the parapet and letting her take me over too. The two of us crash into our orgasms, Molly’s walls clenching around my cock and draining me totally dry. I don't think I’ve ever come that quick before and the best part is, I wasn’t even worried about being caught in the act. My bare ass is out for anyone to see if they came striding into this locker room, totally unaware of what they were walking into.

As always, I wasn’t even thinking about that. I was totally fucking drunk on Molly, on my girl, because that’s what she is, even if she refuses to label it as such. She’s mine, only mine.

Chapter 22

Kyle

It’s almost three o’clock in the afternoon when my phone rings in my pocket. The bouncing weight of it threatens to debag me as I jog around the open field at the back of our arena. The spring air is finally drawing it’s gun on the winter, forcing it out and making way for the sunshine to heat our bare skin. Coach has us running drills outside the second the temperature reaches circa 15 degrees celsius and as he leans back against the brick wall he’s standing in front of — eyes closed as he soaks up the tiny rays of sunshine — I duck out of the crowd and pull the phone from my tracksuit pants pocket. My own sunshine lights up my screen, her blonde waves hanging free and her toothy grin stopping my heartbeat in it’s tracks as always.

“Hey beautiful, to what do I owe the pleasure?” I grin, heart thumping and chest heaving from my run.

Molly clears her throat. “Hey Ky, I was just calling to let you know that I won’t be able to see you later. My mum and sister are coming to visit at 4pm, so I’ll be busy with them for a couple of hours. Sorry to cancel our plans, but my little sister wants to go skating in the park, so I won’t be free until late.”

“Oh, that’s ok Mol, don't worry.”

There’s a beat of silence between us and I can feel her nerves through the phone. She loves her family so much, but I know how anxious she gets when they want to visit her, thinking she has to be a false version of herself to make them happy. Which is fucking insane by the way, she’s perfect just the way she is, the real her. I think I'm one of the only people in her life that gets to see her totally uncovered, raw and real in every way because she's relaxed around me. She knows she can be herself and that’s the only version of her I ever want to see.

“You nervous?” I finally ask, as I take a seat on the slowly drying grass, the morning dew lingering on the tips of the blades. This weather is great, sun beginning to break through the clouds and give us a taste of the summer to come, but why is everything so fucking damp all the time?

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