Page 93 of Icing the Play

As tingling heated my skin, I held on for the ride of my life. “That’s it. Faster baby. Fuck me into oblivion.”

“Fuck, oh fuck, coming.” As he buried his face in my neck, he gasped and shuddered.

Heat filled me, and harsh contractions pinched my insides. My cock unleashed a second round of hot cum, spraying my stomach.

As it all slowed, he freed my dick and fell over me, panting. “Damn, babe. Every time gets even better.”

“It sure does.” I brushed my fingernails across his back, thinking about the rest of the weekend. “It’ll be so cool havingyou at the game with my parents on Saturday.” I was going to play my heart out for him.

“I’m looking forward to it. Maybe your dad can explain a few things about football to me. All those plays you guys have to memorize. It’s mind boggling.”

I lowered my legs to the bed.

“For us, we basically chase the puck around and it’s anything goes,” he said.

“Well, once a play is in motion, all sorts of shit can happen.” Wrapping my arms around him, I kissed his head. “And you should be happy to watch us destroy U of A.” I choked out a laugh. “But no shots and yellingfuck U of Awith my parents.” I gave him a pointed look. It was great we had our big rivalry game with my parents here.

He snickered and lifted his head. “I think your dad would love that.”

“You know what? He might.” I planted a quick kiss on his lips, a wave of exhaustion rolling through me. “It’s been a long day. Let’s shower and cuddle.”

“Are we sleeping in my room or yours?” He arched a brow. “Cause these sheets are a fucking mess.”

“Okay, yours. I’ll deal with it tomorrow.” I sighed as he rolled off me. We had so much to look forward to.

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

MYLES

Yesterday, we had a great time with Cooper’s parents and showed them some fun spots around campus. They were so easy to get along with. Since his dad was a coach, he was a natural mentor.

Now, it was Saturday night, and I followed Cooper’s mom and dad down the stairs to our waiting seats in the Mountain America stadium. We sat near the fifty-yard line, only twenty rows from the field. Cooper had scored us some great seats.

We each sat down in our folded chairs with me sitting on the end next to his dad and set our beers in the holders in front of us. The band went crazy in the bleachers, the horn section moving their instruments back and forth, up and down, while the Drumline pounded a powerful rhythm.

I peered at the tall lamps lighting the field, the sky dark and clear behind them. The football players were on the field warming up, some stretching, some running, while others threw balls around. Cheerleaders shouted from the sideline, their pom-poms rustling with the strict motions of their arms.

“This is pretty different from a hockey game, isn’t it?” Jim sipped his beer and opened his hot dog, wrapped in a foil bag.

“Well, it’s outside instead of inside. We have our owncheering squad and the band plays. I guess I don’t pay much attention to it, though.” I drank some beer and scanned the players, clad in maroon jerseys and gold pants.

Cooper sprinted down the field, turned and caught a pass.

Warmth spread through my insides. There was my man.

“Oh, that’s nice that the school offers that for the hockey team. I know not all colleges do.” Jim bit into his hot dog.

“This school is huge, so…” I raised my hot dog from my lap and opened the wrapper. Jim had insisted the hot dogs at games were the best, so I had to indulge him and get one. Caroline, however, had snubbed him and gotten a burger. I peeked at her and smiled.

As a cool breeze wafted through the stadium, I zipped my jacket higher. Damn, the nights were getting cold.

“I want to see how well Cooper’s sprinting off the line tonight. It’s always been his weakness.” He drank more beer.

Cooper had a weakness? I bit into my hot dog, the salty meat mixing with the sweetness of the ketchup and relish I’d put in it. Nodding, I said, “These are pretty good.”

“Honey, I’m sure Cooper’s going to do well tonight.” With a grin, Caroline took a bite of her burger.

“Let’s see what this quarterback’s got.” Jim narrowed his eyes at the field. “What’s his name, Casey Carter?”

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