Page 71 of Delayed Offsides

“Not really. I just want ice cream.”

With a smile, he opens the freezer and pulls out a carton of Dreyer’s chocolate fudge ice cream. “You’re in luck.”

Hopping down from the barstool, I walk over to the drawer where he keeps the spoons. “Where’d you get this?” I laugh, holding up the ice cream scooper he hands me. It’s one of the ones from Pampered Chef that you squeeze on the handle for the scoop to come out. Walking over to the couch, I sit down and wait for him to come over.

Leo shrugs, sitting beside me with the open container of chocolate fudge ice cream, our favorite. “You left it. It’s amazing. Perfectly round bites every time.”

“When did I leave it?” I watch him scoop out a bite and then squeeze it into his mouth.

He grins, savoring that little ball of heaven slowly. “Thanksgiving, I think. You were making those cookies… with the pecans in them.”

“Oh, right.” I smile, taking a bite just as he’s done.

When I finish, my eyes land on his, wondering why he’s staring at me. Maybe it’s because I’m only wearing his jersey or because my bare legs are draped over his. This, this is like we used to be. Before things got complicated. It’s nice to be back here.

“The things I want to do to you feel illegal in your condition,” he whispers, his eyes hooded.

I raise an eyebrow. “I’m gonna need details.”

“Well…” He moves closer, setting down the ice cream scoop. His cool touch finds my thigh. It’s not there long before it glides higher. He flashes a grin before leaning in and capturing my lips with his. “For starters, I wish I was eating this ice cream off your pussy.”

“Oh, um, yeah. Keep talking.” I slouch into the leather couch as he yanks me underneath him. And that’s where we spend the rest of the day.

Driven with want, eagerly searching for the unknown in whatever this might be, wherever this might lead to.

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Game 62 – Phoenix Coyotes

United Center

End of February

I spendthe night with Leo Saturday night. Which marks only the sixth time I’ve ever stayed the night with a guy. In his bed. Until the sun comes up. I’m notorious for leaving in the middle of the night.

Leo leaves for the morning practice, and I know he will be gone for most of the day, then back for a nap before leaving for the arena again.

Me?

I nap all day. I’m exhausted, and Leo has a comfortable bed.

When he returns from his morning skate, he starts laughing. “You haven’t moved from the spot I left you.”

“That’s not true. I was on that side.” I gesture to the left side of the bed with a lift of my chin. “Now I’m on this side.”

He nods, removing his jacket and laying it over the end of the bed. Pulling at his tie to loosen it, he walks over to me. “That’s my side.”

“You have a side preference?” I smile, scooting enough that he can sit on the edge of the bed. “You live alone.”

“Yeah, but now you’re here, I need to stake my claim.”

Turning toward him, I snuggle into the pillow, pulling the comforter up over my shoulders. “I think I choose this side then.”

He winks and lies down beside me, fully clothed, his arms behind his head and staring at the television. I’m a little sad he hasn’t taken his clothes off and got into bed naked with me. “What are you looking at?”

“You,” I say. “And wondering why you’re still fucking dressed with me in your bed.” I toss the remote aside, letting it hit the nightstand before it drops to the floor with a clank. “I’m hungry and completely naked in your bed.”

Leo grins, turning his head as he raises an eyebrow. “Really? Again?”

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