Page 26 of The Goalie and Santa's Little Helper

“Oh, shit!” My upper body flails over the console.

Frankie opens my door, her uncontrollable laughter making her eyes water. She leans into the open cab, hugging my left bicep and resting her forehead on my shoulder while I shake my head and pretend to be mad at her.

“I’m sorry,” she says.

I sit up but keep her close, chuckling.

“It’s fine. I think I’m just on edge. Conner’s here for camp, and I feel like your brother knows everything. As in . . .everything.”

“Aww, I’m so glad Conner came! He’s going to have so much fun. And who cares what my brother knows or doesn’t know? My life is none of his business.”

My mouth forms a tight smile, and Frankie nudges my chin to face her before pressing her lips on mine. Her forehead rests on mine, and she exhales a soft hum.

“You know he would be pissed if he found out. And I get it. He thinks you can do better.” I bring my thumb up to her chin, my gaze drifting down the slight space between our bodies. I wish we were alone so I could pull her into the cab and onto my lap.

“What do you think?” she utters after a few long, quiet seconds.

I draw in a long, slow breath and let out an equally long exhale.

“I know you can,” I admit. “I meant what I said about not being boyfriend material.”

I don’t know how to be in a real relationship. I know how to play hockey, be the life of the party, sell the brand of Tiff U Hockey, and make women feel beautiful for the night. But a girlfriend? That’s always seemed too serious. But what the hell. Even our team captain, Cutter, has a girlfriend, and he’s the least serious dude I know.

Frankie hums, her palm tracing the curve of my shoulder.

“Boyfriends are so high school, Noah. And I think we both know I’m not in high school anymore.”

Her hand trails down my chest to my stomach, her fingertips teasing the waistband of my compression pants. The red trousers are still low on my hips, and this simple touch has me hard as fuck. If her hand drops any lower, I’m pulling her into this seat and closing the door so I can do dirty things to her.

“You are definitely all grown up, Frankie Bardot,” I breathe out. I shift my body to stave her off, but her hand remains glued to the skin just below my belly button. I let out a nervous chuckle, fighting the urge to shift my cock so it has more room.

“How am I going to get off the naughty list if you keep tempting me like this?”

Her hand slips into my pants, and I suck in a sharp breath as she scans the area around me. I’m trying to be real with her right now. She’s different, and I want her to know that. I don’t want to screw any of this up, but fucking hell if I don’t want to come in her mouth now.

“It’s pretty quiet out there,” she says, her eyes hazed as her gaze passes mine, then drops to my lap, where her hand has now wrapped around my cock.

My back flattens against my seat as my hands selfishly drift up to rest on the steering wheel, leaving my lap wide open forher to do as she pleases. Goddamn, I hope she wants to suck my dick.

“Norris will be setting up for a while, yeah?” I’ve only watched his routine twice, but he’s pretty methodical. And he’s not likely to wander over here to the far corner of the parking lot.

“We don’t officially open for forty minutes. And it’s Wednesday.” She lifts her shoulder and pulls my cock out as she leans over my lap and rests her elbows on my thigh.

“Yeah, Wednesday. Notorious for nobody going outside,” I say, my nervous laugh broken by the feel of her lips on the tip of my cock.

“Oh, fuck. Frankie, I’m not going to take long.” My words fall out in a rush. Forget all rationality. This is one of those forbidden fantasies come to life. If I admitted how often I imagined her doing this to me, her brother would definitely put me in the ground. The reality of it is so much better than I dreamt.

“Mmm, your dick is warm,” she says, her mouth covering half my cock as she closes her lips around my shaft and slides down until I touch the back of her throat.

“Gah!” I let out, my right hand pulling the red Santa hat from her head so I can watch her take all of me in her mouth. I wrap her braids around my fist and gently coax her down my cock again.

“I’m going to come so fucking hard, Frankie. So hard.” I run my free hand along her spine, lifting her short skirt as she stands just outside my Bronco. Her cheeks are bare, her legs uncovered thanks to our handiwork from yesterday.

“You are so the naughty one, you know that?” I spank her lightly then gather up the edge of her bloomers in my fist.

“Mmm, I am very naughty,” she says, her mouth vibrating against my cock as she speaks. Her tongue follows my length as she twists her head to look me in the eyes. Her lips smile againstmy shaft, and I let go of her hair to push my dick between her lips.

“Take it all,” I command.

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