Page 12 of Face Off
“Uh… bathroom down here is currently being remodeled so you have to use the one upstairs. Second door on the right.”
He nods his head and disappears up the stairs. My nerves build at the thought of Brooks in my house. I should have told him no; this is probably all just a plea to get into my pants. The cocky smirk he has permanently on display says it all. God, sometimes I wish I can wipe It off, but not after I kiss the shit out of him.
I stand in my kitchen, opening a bottle of water when Brooks finally reappears. He looks nervous as he fidgets with his car keys in hand. “Was beginning to think you fell in. You didn’t go snooping around, did you?”
In all seriousness, I was just joking, but the look on his face says that may be exactly what he was doing. He rubs the back of his neck as if to relieve some tension, and I can’t help the urge to tease him some more. “You didn’t happen to wander into my bedroom, did you? Cause if you did, I just hope you didn’t see any of my unmentionables on the floor.”
“No!” he says, looking more and more nervous, guilty almost. “Uh… I’m going to get going.”
Gotcha.
“You did go into my room,” I tease, a smirk playing at my lips. “Did you touch any of my panties that were lying on the floor up there?”
The guilt even more evident as he clears his throat. “…No.”
He turns on his heels quickly, making his way to the front door. I follow closely, knowing that I certainly caught him redhanded. A devilish smirk playing at my lips as he turns to say something to me. “See you Monday, five a.m. Don’t be late.”
Standing in the doorway, I watch him rush down the stairs to his car. I’ve gotten under his skin as he did mine. I know nothing can come of this, but what’s the harm of playing this little game he’s started? Nothing really. Except the fact that it’s a dangerous game, and my heart could get trampled in the process.
Brooks
Itossed and turned half the night thinking of Hayley, like I’ve been doing for the past two nights. Watching her at the bar when she threw that drink in that guy’s face had me both laughing at the mother fucker and feeling sorry for him at the same time.
Hayley is a gem. A rare one at that. She has goals, aspirations, and a kid who is pretty damn awesome. Most guys would see these things as a deterrent, but I see that as a bonus. If you lose someone like her… well then, you probably never deserved her to begin with.
I’ve been working with Camden at camp, and he has more talent than I did at his age. When he’s at camp, Hayley isn’t far behind. She spends most lunch breaks watching from the sidelines as Cam practices.
I know. I sound like a stalker, but I can’t help my eyes from wandering to her. The way her auburn hair is tied into a messy bun most days and the sight of her scrubs hugging her body so perfectly. I imagine her in the little black thong I swiped from her room Friday night. I didn’t intend to snoop, but her door was open when I walked past, and I’d grown curious. ThenI saw the sexy little things on the floor and couldn’t help myself. I picked it up and held it to my nose, inhaling the intoxicating sent. Yes, I know I sound like a creep, but I couldn’t help myself. I’m attracted to her. Realizing I had been gone long enough, I stuffed them into my jean pocket before going back downstairs. I didn’t anticipate her to tease me like she did, and I can’t say I didn’t like it, but the thought that she knew what I had been doing the entire time had me flustered.
I lie in bed after placing the stolen contraband into my nightstand draw, staring at the ceiling. Every time I fall asleep, she’s in my dreams. Not just in her scrubs but in sexy lingerie. Stripping slowly, exposing her tits that I can only imagine look as swollen and voluptuous bare as they do when they’re strained by her scrubs. Her wet pussy glistening for me as I take her swollen clit into my mouth and suck it while two fingers work her on the inside, rubbing ever so gently against her g-spot.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
Her hands go to my hair, gripping and pulling it as her back arches off the bed. Her breathless pleas as she shouts my name. I kiss my way up her body, my hard length pushing against her wet entrance. Begging. Ready to be inside her sweet heaven. I stare into her eyes, her lust building as I crash my lips to hers. I pull back to thrust in—
Beep. Beep. Beep.
Son of a bitch.
I fumble with my phone on the nightstand, silencing the alarm signaling it’s time for me to get my ass in gear. Usually, I’m up before the alarm even goes off, but today, I’m not. I succumbed to my dreams and what a dream it was. I’m pissed that the alarm went off and interrupted one of the best dreamsI’ve had in a long while. It was a damn good dream, Goddamn it. One I’ll probably remember and replay in my mind for a while.
Rubbing my hands down my face, I climb out of bed and take a quick shower before making myself a cup of coffee and breakfast. My morning routine never strays, but much like my sleep schedule never being off, my morning seems to follow its lead as thoughts of Hayley wearing nothing but her tied-up hair in her underwear with my t-shirt on and her makeup gone dance around in my head.
God.
Why can’t I get her out of my mind?
I glance at the clock on my phone and realize I’m going to be late. It’s four forty-five. It only takes me five minutes by car to get to the training facility, but it will take me at least fifteen to twenty minutes to suit up. Placing my dishes in the sink, I grab my keys and hustle out the door.
Way to make an impression. What impression am I trying to make anyway? I shouldn’t be trying to impress her at all.
I suit up and walk out to the ice, skating a few laps before she arrives. There’s no better feeling then being on the ice, especially after it’s just been cleaned by the Zamboni. The feeling as if your weightless as you speed down the ice with the puck toward the goal. Ice shavings flying from your blade as you come to a sudden stop, winding up for a slap shot. It’s everything.
“You ready? Or should I continue to let you daydream?” Hayley says, skating across the rink to meet me in the middle.
A smile tugs at the corner of my lips as I do a once over. Her auburn hair is piled high but loosely on the top of her head, and her face is makeup free, showcasing her natural beauty. From what I’ve noticed, she’s not the type to cake on themakeup like some of the puck bunnies I had back in the day. The ones who tried too hard, but not Hayley. She’s not like those girls. She flourishes with confidence in her natural beauty. Her crewneck sweatshirt showcasing the team logo hangs loosely off one shoulder, while her black leggings cling to her tight ass. An ass I would most likely never get tired of gripping and holding if given the chance. But it’s her skates that have me thrown most of all.
Figure skates.
