Page 10 of Forever Player

“The only one I need to be careful of is you, Brett Noble. You’re slick.”

I laughed so hard my shoulders shook. This girl was a big cynic and I loved it. She wasn’t digging relationships. She didn’t want to settle down. She was basically the female version of me, only way better looking with legs that went on for days.

I followed her to the bathroom and she laughed all the way, but she didn’t let me enter when we reached the door. “You wait here,” she said, her hand pressing on my chest. I liked having her hand on me. I looked down at her red nails and pictured them scratching my back.

“I’m going to take a piss too,” I said.

I entered the men’s room and took a leak, thinking how much I liked this girl. I’d never had this much fun with a girl before. She was real. She wasn’t a puck bunny who was after me, who thought they could lock me down and enjoy my salary.

Willow was perfect. The words startled me but my brain was a little fogged from the drinking. I zipped up my pants and headed to the sink to wash my hands. Then I waited for her by the ladies’ room. When she came out, she walked right up to me and kissed me. My arms wrapped around her as we kissed. She tasted sweet as our tongues did a little dance. My cock grew hard and she walked me back to the wall. My back connected and I began to laugh.

“What’s so funny?” she asked with a frown.

“You take what you want. I like it. That’s what I usually do,” I replied to her.

“Do you have a problem with a woman who takes what she wants?” she asked, pinning me with a glare.

“On the contrary. I’m down. Problem is, you’re drunk and I have morals. I’m not having sex with a girl who is as drunk as you,” I said to her.

“Fuck,” she hissed and she broke into laughter. I laughed too. “Let’s go eat something, then we can fuck.”

“You’re my dream girl,” I informed her.

She took my hand, and we left out the back door of the club.

“Sure I am. You probably say that to every bunny you meet,” she teased.

“Only you aren’t a puck bunny. I haven’t been out with a real girl since high school,” I admitted, allowing her to guide me into the cold night.

“Where is your jacket?” I asked her.

“Shit. I left it at the club. I’ll text one of the girls to grab it for me,” she shrugged.

“You’re going to freeze that cute ass off,” I said to her, and it was amazing. She was wearing a tight, little white leather miniskirt, and the girl had legs on her. She’d matched it with a fuzzy, blue cropped sweater that was long-sleeved but showed off some skin on her stomach. Her chocolate brown hair ran down her back in soft waves. This girl was stunning and moody, and I was here for it.

“Take my jacket,” I offered and I passed her my suit jacket. She put it on and it hit her mid-thigh.

“Wait, why didn’t you date any normal girls in college? Unless you didn’t go,” she said.

“I went to college in Michigan. And they were all puck bunnies in college too.”

Willow froze.

“Was it something I said?” I asked with concern.

“My father spent some time as an assistant coach for Riverside U,” she said and her voice cracked.

“That’s where I went,” I said, feeling bad.

“That’s where all the top players go to get in the NHL,” she said. I found it refreshing how much she knew about hockey. “Daddy was a student there. Played on their Division One team then got injured senior year. He spent a decade as an assistant coach. He always spoke about the good old days of playing on the team and coaching. He was always bitter about how his career ended. How our family didn’t have money,” she said and then she teared up. “I need to shut up. I don’t even know you.”

“I think we’re past that, don’t you?” I swiped at her tears and wrapped my arms around her and we both shivered. “I need to get you out of the cold.”

I pointed to a pizza place a couple of stores down.

“Pizza sounds so good right now,” she groaned, and she pulled out of my embrace. She took my hand and we ran toward the pizza place as snowflakes fell from the sky. I felt like a teenager right then as we ran through the streets. I was wearing my sneakers, but Willow had on a pair of heels. I didn’t take my eyes off her ass and legs as she ran.

“Stop checking me out,” she chided, laughing as she looked back at me.

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