Page 47 of Pucking Amazing

DJ laughs softly, looking relieved. “Good overwhelmed or bad overwhelmed?”

“Definitely good,” I reply without hesitating.

“Good. Because for me it was fucking amazing.” His easy words take the air out of me. “So…my place is just over there, but I’m not asking you back…” For a moment I’m stung, but then he grins and continues. “Because if I do, I can’t be held responsible for what I do to you, and I think I’ve probably given you enough firsts for one evening.”

DJ’s hands have come up to fist in my hair, and all I can do is stare at him as his words light up my skin, my cock already stirring with arousal again.

“But you think we can do this again sometime?” he asks.

“Yes,” I say, my voice only shaking a little. “I’d like that a lot.”

DJ’s smile widens, and he leans in, his lips brushing against mine in a kiss that’s sweet and slow. It’s another stark contrast to the intensity we shared minutes ago, yet it sets off a whole new range of tingles through my body.

As he walks away, he turns back to shoot me one last mischievous grin and a small wave. I watch him until he turns the corner, and then I’m left standing alone under the streetlights, every moment of tonight whirring around my mind in vivid detail.

I’m going to be replaying this night for a very long time.

CHAPTER 15

DJ

I grin widely as I add more weight to the bar, eliciting a raised eyebrow from Eva, the Blizzards’ head athletic trainer.

“Damn DJ, what’s gotten into you today? This energy is off the charts.”

I wink at her cheekily. “What can I say, I woke up on the right side of the bed...and the left side...and in the middle. Multiple times, if you catch my drift.”

Eva rolls her eyes but can’t hide her amused smirk. “Yeah, yeah, we get it, you get laid. No need to rub it in for us mere mortals.”

I let out a bark of laughter as I settle under the bar, a satisfying strain in my muscles as I start my reps. The endorphins are flowing and I’m riding a natural high, my body buzzing with adrenaline.

With a playful glance, I grunt between reps, “Hey now, don’t shame me for living my best life! Don’t be jealous, be inspired!”

This earns me a swat from Eva with a rolled-up towel. “Alright hotshot, focus on your lifts before that ego makes you drop the bar on that pretty face.”

I stick my tongue out at her but oblige, channeling my pent-up energy into each rep. My muscles burn as I push myself harder than usual but I barely feel them protest.

I’m so keyed up, I could bench-press a fucking Zamboni right now.

Maybe it’s the thrill of anticipation thrumming through my veins, knowing I’ll be seeing a certain backup goalie at practice soon. The memory of our hot encounter last night is burned into the back of my eyelids.

I can’t wait to get my hands on him again. My mouth.

I want to throw him down and crawl on top of him and?—

“Uh, DJ? You still with us, bud?”

Eva’s sarcastic voice snaps me out of my horny daydreaming. Fuck, I’m at full mast in my compression shorts.

Hoping she doesn’t notice my raging hard-on, I hastily re-rack the weight and hop up, flashing him a megawatt smile. “Yep, all done! What’s next, boss?”

Shaking her head in bewilderment, Eva sighs. “I think we better call it, man. Any more and you’ll pull something. Go grab something to eat and save some of that for practice, yeah?”

“Sir, yes sir!” I give her a cheeky salute and prance off toward the locker room, my heart racing with excitement rather than exertion.

Practice can’t come soon enough. I wonder if I’ll have Tyler coming soon too...

I’m still grinning like an idiot as I glide onto the ice for practice, my adrenaline only having ratcheted up. My body is electric, like I just chugged ten espressos and chased them with a Red Bull.

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