Page 27 of The Power Play

I hate how we left things, or rather howIleft things. She felt too good underneath me, her mouth on mine. Body soft and warm. I could feel her wanting more from me. The way she sucked the cum from my finger, the smell of her arousal in the room. I even thought I wanted more for a moment.

Then the fear came in, like it always does. I don’t want to fuck anything up by not being able to be what she expects. I know how I come across, I know the perception she has of me sexually, but it couldn’t be further from the truth.

I haven’t fucked anyone since my ex. A couple blow jobs here and there, but that’s it and even that is few and far between. I just can’t do it. I know Audrey would want to have sex and I just can’t give that to her. So, avoiding her seems like the reasonable response. Immature? Maybe, but reasonable in my mind.

We head back out onto the ice, and I have some new motivation and it’s not from my coach. I end up making the first goal of the game and my teammates all skate up to hug me after my celly. My first thought is wondering what Audrey’s reaction is.

We end the game two-to-one with my teammate McQuaid getting the winning goal and avoiding overtime within the last ten seconds of the game. The locker room is buzzing with excited energy as we storm in on a high from the narrow win. McQuaidis being obnoxious about his winning goal, as he usually is anyway. I’ll admit it’s deserved tonight.

“We are going out to celebrate!” McQuaid announces.

“The fuck you are, you have a plane to be on at six in the morning,” Coach grumbles.

“C’mon, we can rally,” McQuaid argues.

“I don’t want to know about it. And don’t miss the plane,” Coach shakes his head.

“Celebrate when we get back home,” Collee tells our teammate.

McQuaid has a sly smile stretched over his face as he comes over to Collee to speak directly to him, not the entire team. “I plan to celebrate by locking my little bunny in a room withjustme to do whatever I want to her.”

Collee scoffs, “Good luck with that, Dumont and I will always find a way to be included. Chandler prefers it that way.”

“We’ll see about that,” McQuaid walks over to his stall, and I laugh under my breath at their interaction. How the three of them share Chandler still baffles me. I couldn’t imagine ever doing that, it seems too complicated.

Before I head into the showers, I glance at my phone and am shocked to see another text from Audrey.

Audrey: Good job. Glad something made you play a bit better. *smile emoji*

Charlie: Thinking about what you might be doing if we won definitely helped.

I throw my phone down before she can respond, unsure how she will feel about my flirtation after what happened and my response to it. It’s just so easy to say things and be confident with her through a screen, either texting or videos and it’s frustrating.

After I’ve showered, changed into my suit, and sitting on the team bus waiting to leave, I finally check my texts and smile.

Audrey: I don’t know what you’re talking about. I didn’t do anything.

Audrey: Lacey may have done something very special for your goal, though. *wink emoji*

Charlie: I wish I was able to see that.

Audrey: Maybe if you’re a good boy I can show you the recording I took.

Audrey: I mean she took…

I chuckle. I like this game where she isn’t Audrey, and maybe I’m not Charlie. I’mCharles. I’ve always hated my full name, it’s so pretentious, but I couldn’t think of anything else when she asked, and I panicked. Charles was the first thing that came out and then I couldn’t take it back.

Charlie: I’ll do anything to see that recording.

Audrey: Call me when you are alone.

My nerves are heightened at the thought of calling her. I feel like we are walking on thin ice and I’m not sure where we stand. But I meant what I said. I’d do anything to see that recording. It might be my motivation to score every single goal for the rest of the season if I can help it. I’ll end up breaking an NHL record and in my speech, I’ll make sure to thank her.

Despite McQuaid’s continued attempts to get the team to go out with him, I don’t think anyone budges. I certainly don’t, and I know most of the guys would rather have sleep.

Once I’m back in my hotel room I strip down to just my boxers before settling on the bed to call Audrey, unsure what kind of conversation we are about to have.

“Hey,” she answers easily.

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