Page 48 of Playing to Win

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Jayna and Meganlived in a high-rise in the north part of the city, not far from the arena where the Bonfire played. She gave me her pass so I could park in Megan’s spot in their underground parking. We didn’t speak or look at each other as we rode the elevator up.

My leg was vibrating, and I forced it to stop. This wasn’t my first hookup. There was no reason to be nervous.

We got off, and I followed Jayna to her door. She slid the key in the lock and led me in, switching on lights as we moved into the living room. I noticed a smaller but nicer couch than we had and some decorative shit that made the place look more like a home than a college fraternity. But Jayna was still moving, and I kept close as she opened a door that led to a bedroom.

She flicked on a bedside lamp. Queen-sized bed, covered in shades of yellow. On the walls there were frames, not around pictures but… I crossed to the one in the center. I lifted a finger, traced the shape in the air in front of the glass. “Is that…?”

“Yep. That’s the gold.”

An Olympic medal. The frame included a photo of Jayna, hair longer and sticking to her flushed face, smile bigger than I’d ever seen. The medal was around her neck, and her arms were around two of her teammates, also wearing their gold medals. Faith and Megan.

“What was it like?”

Jayna moved to stand beside me. “There are no words. I’ve watched the Olympics all my life, you know? When I was a kid I was sure I’d win the Stanley Cup and an Olympic medal. When I got older I knew the Cup wasn’t happening, but this… I did it.” Her voice was proud, satisfaction bleeding through. So different than she was around her parents.

“Yeah, you did.”

She’d told me Faith would only have that one moment in the NHL. And Jayna, and all the other women who played hockey, would just have this moment on Olympic ice.

I’d been such an asshole.

Jayna crossed the room and I turned my eyes away from the other medals and photos on the wall. She pulled out a chair. “You want to keep that suit nice? You can use this.”

Right. We were here for more than admiring her medals. My dick perked up, looking forward to more of what we’d started in the car. I shrugged off my jacket and took the two steps to reach the chair.

The kiss in the car felt like a long time ago. I draped the jacket across the back of the chair, wondering when that passion might come back. Asking about her medal hadn’t kept the mood going.

“Want some help?” Jayna ran a hand down my arm. She’d pulled off her sweater and stood in her pants and a bra.

My mouth ran dry and I nodded, eyes on her boobs filling a lacy sheer black bra. Damn, not what I’d have expected to find. Gorgeous and so sexy.

My blood was heating again, flowing to my dick. Jayna’s fingers worked the top button of my shirt, her chest rising and pressing those tits against the lace. I lifted my hand, traced a finger over the edge. She shivered.

The mood was definitely back. She released the last button and ran her hands up my chest. I shuddered. She shoved the shirt off my shoulders. I let it slide off, landing on the floor.

“Should I hang that up?” she murmured.

“Fuck the shirt.” I placed my hands around her waist and pulled her close.

“I’d rather fuck you.”

“Happily. Anything I should know about your knee?”

“I’ll keep the wrap on. Otherwise, we’re good to go.”

Then she pushed up and wound her arms around my neck, touching her lips to mine. The kiss went fast to hot and messy. She let out breathy little moans as I pressed her pussy against my thigh, hands moving to her ass. Her fingers tugged on my hair, and I needed her closer, with a lot less clothes.

I lifted her by her ass and dropped her on the bed. Tits bounced as she landed, eyes wide and a smile on her swollen lips. I unbuckled my belt and unzipped, letting my pants drop to the floor, uncaring where they landed. She watched, finger tracing the edge of the bra where I had, and my dick pressed harder against my underwear.

“Can I take your clothes off?”

She hesitated for a moment, and then nodded. Was she self-conscious?

I leaned over, hand braced on the bed, pressing a kiss to her belly. She might not be playing hockey now, but her abs were firm under my mouth. I opened the clasp on her pants, tugging the zipper down, tasting the exposed skin.

There was more of that black lace, and I wanted to see. I tugged on the waistband of her pants. She lifted her hips so I could slide them off.

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