Page 2 of Hockey Heart

We laughed, but even so, I wanted to know what it would be like. Even just seeing him up close at the ball would be a thrill in itself.

The great thing about a celebrity crush is that it’s a safe fantasy. They can be whoever who want them to be in your imagination, without ever having to face the stark reality. The perfect man. In all honesty, my fantasies of Hayden had become a bit of an obsession of late, but a girl needed some excitement, even if it was just something I dreamed up. A warm feeling rushed through my blood as my brain rewarded me with a tantalizing fantasy…

“Wow, that dress! Sarah, I’m so glad it was you who won the auction.”

“I guess I don’t scrub up so bad for a primary school teacher.”

“Crazy idea babe, but how about we skip the restaurant and order room service instead?”

“You have a wicked look in your eye, Hayden. I like that.”

“Well, you bought me, so I’m at your every command. Anything you want, Sarah. I’m all yours, all night…”

“Okay,” I shrilled, shutting down my escalating daydream, turning off the television, and draining my glass in one swift movement. “It’s a school night, so I’m calling an end to this and throwing you out.”

“Fair enough,” Kensy said as she hopped off the countertop. “See you tomorrow. Who knows? Hicks might even wear a new entertaining tie to cheer us all up.”

I rolled my eyes with a smile. “Yeah. What a thrill.”

It was a sparkling spring day as I pulled up to the school the next morning. The parking lot was full, as always. It was never smart to arrive late, or you ended up in the overflow, which was a good five-minute walk from the main doors of Parkford Junior. This morning Iwaslate, because my fantasy-man, Hayden Raynor, had unexpectedly pulled back my shower curtain, climbed in, scrubbed me down oh-so tenderly and sexily with his giant soapy paws, then turned me against the wall and taken me like a wild beast until I had come like a howling steam train. These shower fantasies were really starting to get out of hand, and they had only increased in intensity now that the hockey ball was coming up.

“Those goddamn parents taking up the teaching spots. Someone should do something about it,” John Princeton huffed from behind me, already out of breath.

“Maybe we should set their cars on fire before we go in, as a warning,” I joked.

John didn’t get the joke and squinted at me, trying to tell if I’d gone over the edge and was actually about to descend into violence and disorder.Yes! The revolution was here and we were taking our parking spaces back!

“You going to the teacher quiz tomorrow night?” He asked.

“Nope,” I told him with a delighted smile on my face. “Me and Kensy are hitting up the hockey ball.”

“Oh, very nice!”

“I plan on buying myself a hockey player and then living the high life, John.”

“Sure you will. Hey, and then you can bring them to the quiz! We need someone who’s good for the sports round.”

A pang of annoyance seared through my bubble of excitement, popping it painfully with the stark reality that what I’d said would never actually happen. Growing up, I’d always believed that I’d get whisked away by some movie star, pop star, maybe a cowboy, or a German gymnast (okay, maybe that’s just me. But I developed a strange and very unhealthy fixation with Johan Greiger after the 2020 Olympics). Even after I’d lowered my expectations to settle for a stage actor, author, pilot, or a plumber (hey, it’s a practical choice and they’re literally never out of work, okay?), it still turned out no one was coming to save me.

But that’s not really love, is it? They’re just fantasies. NowthoseI had in abundance, although they had seemed to dim recently. Except for perhaps one… Hayden.

2

SILVER STUD

Hayden

“Do you think it’s cute?”

I frowned back at the eager-eyed brunette. Her pink tongue pushed out luridly, showing off the silver stud that glistened like a robot pearl on a pink oyster. A sharp jolt of excitement ran through me, seeing that wet organ dripping in front of my eyes.The things I could do with that mouth…

As she saw my eyes and thoughts darken, the brunette’s smile quickly turned into a giggle, and she fluttered her lashes at me. I glanced down to take in the two long and smooth tan legs that ran all the way up and under her short loose dress.

“Sure, it’s cute, but what does it feel like?” I asked, as my gaze returned to meet hers.

The brunette lowered her eyes at me seductively, took my hand, and then lifted it up to her mouth, before slipping her plump alluring lips over my thumb. A ripple of excitement shook through me as her soft lips closed over my delighted digit.

“Feels pretty good,” I told her, smiling and circling the piercing with my thumb.

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