Page 101 of Waiting For Fate

Damn straight. Now everyone knows she’s mine.

“Did you forget to put the blades on your skates today, bender?” I laugh, skating past one of the opposing team members that can’t seem to stay upright to save his life tonight. We’re up by four with only three minutes left in the last period and my adrenaline is at an all-time high. I’m not one hundred percent sure if it’s because Leah is here tonight, but I would be lying if I said I haven’t felt the impact of her presence during games here lately.

That adrenaline is working in my favor until the guy snaps back at me, and I lose it. “Must be weak from fucking your girl all night.”

Why must some people be so ignorantly disrespectful?

I toss my gloves and skate right up to him, landing a punch that I pray knocked a couple of his teeth loose, and I’m immediately escorted to the penalty box.

I hope he chokes on a few Chiclets for that one.

After the game ends, I avoid any contact with that player—for fear I might actually try to kill him—and sit in the locker room trying to calm down after my shower as everyone around me starts to head out. When I’m the last one standing, I grab my phone and shoot off a text to Leah.

Me

Get your ass down here. Please.

Dove

Omw.

Knock. Knock.

“It’s just us, Dove.” She steps in the room and closes the distance between us.

“Hey, are you okay?” She places her hands on my shoulders as I’m sitting on the bench by my locker. I run my hand along her arm, from her wrist, to her shoulder and back down again.

“I am now.” I pull her down to sit on my lap, taking her lips in mine with an urgency she must sense.

“Hey, talk to me. What happened?” she whispers, letting her fingertips glide over my jaw.

“Nothing,” I try to argue, but she knows me better than that and doesn’t let it slide.

“Sawyer.”

“Some guy pissed me off talking shit on the ice, so I’ve got more rage and adrenaline coursing through my veins than I know what to do with. I’m sorry.” I rest my forehead against hers, as she hums.

“So, what I’m hearing is that you need an outlet? Some way to let all that rage and adrenaline out?” Her voice is all tease, causing me to rear back and look her in the eye. “Cause I could help with that.” She stands up from the leg I’d pulled her to sit on and straddles me instead.

“You know I’d never say no to you,” I remind her.

Her slender fingers run through the back of my hair as she presses her body tight against mine and dips her tongue into my mouth. The growl that vibrates through my chest perfectly reflects how I’m feeling inside. I grab her ass as she begins rocking back and forth in my lap, causing my dick to stir with excitement. She moans into my mouth, dropping her hips again as she slides over my cock.

“Stand up,” she whispers, biting my bottom lip before removing herself from my lap. She pulls me up by the hand before dropping to her knees in front of me.

“What are you up to, little Dove?” I raise a brow as she smirks up at me in a sinfully beautiful way.

“I’m sucking my boyfriend's cock in a locker room, of course.”

Holy shit.

She pulls my sweats down, letting my aching cock spring free. When she wraps her lips around the tip, her eyes meet mine and she fucking winks at me.

“Fuck, baby,” I hiss through my teeth as she sucks me all the way down. She bobs her head back and forth from base to tip a few times before taking me so far back I can feel her throat closing around me.

I reach down and pinch that same spot on her nose and her glossy eyes look up in appreciation. When she takes me back again and her tongue swirls around me, I feel like I might come apart right this second. Then she wraps a hand around my base to work together with her mouth, letting out a hungry moan and I couldn’t possibly hold back the groan that comes out of me if I tried.

“Hmm, you like that, don’t you?”

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