Page 41 of Ice Contact
Looking down the ice, I see Vladi standing calmly in his crease, one arm raised as the puck flies to the side of his goalpost.How is that motherfuckeralwaysrelaxed?The whistle blows. Dallas iced the puck.Perfect timing.We get a fresh line on the ice while Dallas has to keep their tired line on, and we face off directly to the left of their goalie.Game fucking on. Adrenaline pumps through my veins and sweat drips down my face. I take a swig from my water bottle, adjust my gloves, and take in a deep breath.Let’s win this damn game.My line is up for the next shift, and we hop over the boards back onto the ice. The ref stands with the puck as 15 faces off against Johansen. My hands flex around my stick as I brace against the Dallas player covering me. The puck drops and all hell breaks loose. We win the draw, and EJ kicks it behind him to our defenseman Colton Taylor. I see 15 head my way, but as promised, Bougie’s got my back and gets a great hit on him.
Tay quickly passes it to me for a one-timer. I fire the puck off with all the strength I have left this far into the third period, watching it fly through the air. Dallas’ goalie dives to block it. I smirk. He’s not fast enough. The puck sails right above his gloveand into the net. A deadly smile twists my face. My teammates surround me, screaming my name. “Fuck yeah, Larsy!”
We win again, 1-0. Vladi got his first shutout of the season, and I got the game-winning goal.This is going to be my fucking year.
As I get off the ice, I do a couple of media interviews, then I shed the multiple layers of equipment to shower, dress, and board the bus back to the airport. This is the first time since before the game I’ve gotten a chance to check my phone. My heart rate has calmed down from the game, but amps back up when I see I have texts from Olivia. She sent a picture a few hours ago of her wearing my jersey while watching the game and telling me good luck. Then another congratulating me on the win and my goal tonight. I keep my phone close to my chest, away from my nosy as fuck teammates, but I can’t help the smile spreading across my face.I miss her so fucking much.I text her back even though it’s late, not knowing if I’ll wake her but desperate to talk to her.
Hayes
Thank you. It was a great game, only outdone by how beautiful you look in my jersey. What about a picture of you wearing only the jersey?
I see the little typing bubbles starting and stopping, furiously tapping my foot on the charter bus floor. Shit, is this too much for her?My stomach clenches at the thought of scaring her off, but my gut still tells me my siren will deliver.Please, let me be right.My phone vibrates with another text, my dick lifting against my slacks.
Olivia
(sends photo wearing only the jersey)
A shot of arousal goes straight to my dick as I stare wide-eyed at the photo, angling my phone so I can see it, but Vladi, sitting next to me, can’t. Luckily, he’s basking in his shutout with our teammates, bottles being passed around the bus through a chorus of whoops and cheers, not paying much attention to me.Thank fuck I got the window seat.I know my jersey hangs well past her knees, but she’s lying in bed withmygame-worn sweater draped over her legs, barely covering that sweet cunt of hers. I tuck my cock into the waistband of my suit, briefly closing my eyes as I fight to get myself under control before I reply.
Hayes
Fuck, Olivia. I do not want to get on a plane with a bunch of guys right now.
Olivia
You’re making me blush.
Hayes
I’d like to be making you do more than blush right now. Fuck this damn hockey travel. I need my dick between your sexy legs, filling up that sweet pussy of yours and watching it drip out of you.
I’m feral for her right now and a thousand miles away. This is fucking torture. The little bubbles keep starting and stopping on my phone as the bus takes off from the arena. Vladi is now in his seat, and I shift away from his nosy-ass a little more. My screen lights up again with her reply.
Olivia
These legs and this cunt are anxiously awaiting your return. When do you get home again?
Holy shit. I fucking hit the jackpot with this woman.
Hayes
Not soon enough. lol
We’re almost to the airport. I won’t get into the hotel until probably around 1AM. Guessing you’ll be asleep by then.
Olivia
Yeah, I don’t think I’ll still be awake lol. But can’t wait to chat more tomorrow. Goodnight Hayes.
Hayes
Sweet dreams, beautiful girl.
Once I get seated on the plane, I see Bougie drop a coffee off in the cockpit.Who the fuck does he know up there? Probably one of his millions of social media followers.I roll my eyes as he walks through the cabin stripping off his clothes like he’s on the set of Magic Mike, throwing his shirt and dress pants around the cabin, as usual. Vladi walks down the aisle to claim his seat next to Bougie, giving me an evil glare as he passes. Since we’re on a winning streak, his superstitious ass has to sit next to Bougie, and he fucking hates it. I smile back with a devilish grin, shooting him a wink.This has been the best prank and motivator for that grumpy ass goalie.
“Larsy…hell of a game,” Zack Reeves says as he takes a seat beside me on the plane. This is his first road trip with the team this season since he’s been rehabbing his injury. He’s a legend, and we’re all anxious for him to get back on the ice.
“Thanks; it’s a great start to the season so far,” I say. “How are you healing up?”
