Page 70 of Icing the Play

I smiled at him. He was always thinking of me, always. Maybe Zoma had been correct about his feelings for me? “It was fantastic, even with the misuse.” My heart swelled with fluttering warmth. I would do what Zoma suggested. Cooper deserved a little surprise from me.

He tilted his head over his pillow. “I’m glad you enjoyed it, because I sure did. Maybe next time we can record it?” He raised his brows.

“Uh, I don’t know.” Where had these ideas come from? “Why would you want to do that, eh?” Holding the phone to my face, I hopped off the bed, grabbed some underwear from the hamper, and wiped the cum off.

“So I can watch you on the road when we’re not together.” His smile waned. “I can’t get enough of you, Myles.”

A grin spread over my lips.The things he says to me...“Same, Cooper.” I wasn’t sure about recording us, though. “Let me think on if I want to become your personal cam boy, eh?”

“Damn, now that sounds even hotter.” He turned his head, and his eyes widened. “Oh, shit. JJ’s back.” The screen became a blur of hotel room furnishings with some skin. A door clapped shut. His face filled the screen again and white tiles showed in the background. “Almost got caught naked.”

“Can’t have that. JJ might see how hot you are.” I snickered. “How are you and JJ getting along?” I’d heard nothing about him and hadn’t seen him around.

“We, uh, had a little talk, and it’s all good.” He set the phone on a counter in the bathroom and skimmed his briefs and sweats up his legs.

“How come he’s never around anymore?” I said, furrowing my brows. And why did they need a talk?

“He’s been busy.” He glanced away and came back. “Hey, I should be going. I need to prepare for the game.”

“Okay, guess I’ll see you tomorrow when you get home.” I drew in a breath. I still had to plan something nice for him. “When do you think you’ll be back?”

“Probably early afternoon.” His lips quirked. “Can’t wait to see you.”

“Me too.” I had shit to do now. “See you and be safe out there.”

“I will, you too. Go get a goal for me and I’ll get a touchdown for you.” He kissed the screen. “Bye babe.”

“Bye.” I ended the call. He called mebabeall the time now. I liked it.

We were ahead by one,with only a few minutes in the third period. I launched myself from the bench, soaring over the boards onto the ice, Neuman and Pieterick flanking me. We had to prevent Michigan from scoring, and I had to score a goal for Cooper. I wouldn’t let him down. I had two assists, but it wasn’t enough.

I speed skated toward the puck being tossed about by two of Michigan’s D-men in the middle of the ice. Pushing my stick out, I readied to intercept a pass. I’d played flawlessly tonight, and I was pretty sure the afternoon phone sex was the reason. It worked way better than jerking off by myself.

The Michigan D-man shot the puck to his center and swiveled on the ice, going after him.

Coming up on my left, Neuman slammed the center into the boards, throwing him onto his ass.

The puck sprang free, and I nabbed it and sped toward their goal. I glanced at the clock. We had under a minute left. Fuck. Tossing the puck between my blades, I lined up the shot, peeking at the Michigan’s goalie, spread wide at the net.

“Cummings.” Pieterick skated beside me and then checked the other D-man with his shoulder.

I had an open shot. As I inched closer to the net, the goalie jerked to the right.

With a snicker, I shot left. Dude shouldn’t have done that. The puck flew, then zipped under the pipe. The horn blew, and the crowd jumped out of their seats with a loud roar.

“Fuck!” The goalie slapped his stick on the ice.

“That’s what I’m talking about, eh.” I pumped my gloved fist as another horn blew, signaling the end of the game. Looking at the game camera, I said, “That was for you, Coop.” I held my fist to my heart.

Neuman and Pieterick skated to me and wrapped me up in bear hugs, patting my helmet, Neuman saying, “You’re on fire tonight, Cummings.”

With a hearty laugh, Pieterick said, “I knew you’d make that one.”

“Yeah, well, you helped with the distraction.” I hugged them both to my sides. This would make tomorrow even more special.

The next morning,I met Ace in the kitchen, cooking our usual bacon and eggs breakfast. “Hey.” He could help me. The guy made the best comfort food I’d ever had.

He looked at me and smiled from over the frying pan. “I heard you and Cooper both won last night and scored.” He patted my shoulder as I stopped beside him.

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