Page 18 of Face Off
Never have I ever been a creep and did what I had done. But there’s just something inside of me that’s drawn to her. She’s like a drug that I must have a taste of. Let’s face it, as soon as I saw her walk in wearing that form-fitted black dress with the open back and those sexy as hell, red-bottomed black heels, I was a goner.
The cold night air sobers me as I stand on the patio, the silence bringing me back to logical thoughts. I want her, but I’ll never be able to have her. She’s the relationship type, while I’m not cut for commitment. I tried the whole relationship thing when I was still playing for Chicago. Yeah, what a trainwreck that was. Girl was a typical puck bunny, who even after I proposed to her, continued to sleep with a few other guys. Some teammates and some from rival teams. After that, I swore off women, told myself I was done. I didn’t need a woman in my life.The lone wolf. But for some reason, Hayley has me wanting to try.
I walk back into house, my eyes searching the entire room for her. I find Camden standing with Cassidy and Halloway of all people, talking up a storm. I thrust my hands into my pockets and walk toward them, ruffing up Cam’s hair when I stop next to him.
“Hey, I didn’t think you were here,” I say, raising an eyebrow at Camden.
Swatting my hand away, he smiles up at me. “I was in my game room.”
“Game room?” I question as Cassidy grips his shoulders as if he said something wrong.
“Yup… Good to see you, Brooks. You and Hayley have a good time on the dance floor?” she says with a tone that I can’t quite put my finger on. It’s not malicious, more intrigued, and curious. Does she know something I don’t? Has Hayley told her about my panty stealing?
“Brooks. Glad to see I didn’t ruin your evening too much.” Her voice sounds from behind me as I go to interject. Her voice is smooth and sweet like drinking a good Moscato. My cock strains against the fabric of my dress pants as I imagine her saying my name, screaming it as she’s about to climax.
Goddamn it, Brooks, snap out of it.
I have to stop thinking about her.
Wanting her.
Yet I can’t help the effect she has on me.
“Hayley.” I nod in her direction. “Nope. Can’t say you did.”
“I’m glad.” She pauses for a moment, turning to Cassidy. “Well, Camden and I are going to get going. Cassidy, I’ll see you tomorrow. Brunch. Don’t be late.”
Oh, to be a fly on the wall at that brunch, I can’t help thinking as I let out a low chuckle. The thought of them gossiping over God knows what.
“You got it, boss,” she says, doing a little salute before turning back to Channing. God, he better be careful with her. I’ve heard stories about Cassidy and the players. She’s probably why they implemented the no fraternization clause.
I focus back on Hayley who has a shit-eating grin spreading across her face as she directs her attention back to Camden.
“Cam. Go say goodbye to Mr. Richards. I’ll only be a moment more.” He opens his mouth to interject but skips off, completely abandoning his train of thought. “Mr. Miller.” Her tone is low but laced with a hint of seduction. Her smile disappearing altogether. “Being that you find it so amusing to take things that aren’t yours, especially without asking, I figured I’d leave you with a little parting gift.”
She reaches into her clutch, concealing something in the palm of her hand before reaching for mine. Something passes from her hand into mine as she lets go. Her gaze meets mine as her playful, yet seductive smirk plays at her lips. “Have a wonderful night.”
I open my hands to see a pair of black panties wadded up.
Holy hell.
She’s trying to kill me.
I wad them back up into my palm, gripping them tightly as I watch her walk away. My cock is now suffocating as I realizewhat she has done. They’re wet. As if our banter from earlier turned her on.
I shove them into my pocket before stalking away toward the bar. My fist tightly at my side as I order a scotch on the rocks to try to combat the hard on she just gave me. Hayley is treading on shallow ground right now. The next time, I’m not sure I’ll be able to keep myself away, from doing something I know I’ll regret. Distance is what I need from her. Yet this cat and mouse game we now seem to be playing, keeps me all in.
???
The last week of training has been brutal to say the least. Hayley’s been tense. Closed off. Her flirtatious banter we usually exchange is nonexistent. I mean I’ve had a role in it too. I can’t place the blame all on her considering I’ve been really avoiding any, if not all, interaction with her like she has the bubonic plague.
I’m a coward, nonetheless.
After she gave me her panties at the party, I told myself I wouldn’t use them. I walked straight to my nightstand that night and dropped them in the drawer, shutting it as if I never received them. But like all well-thought-out plans, I abandon them.
She was wet when she slipped them off before handing them to me. The feeling of the dampness as I rub my hand along the lace, has me nearly busting in my pants. Is it wrong of me to have rolled over and get them from where I had sworn to keep them locked away? Yes. But all logic is driven out the window by my need for wanting her. The scent of her fills my senses as I drop them on my face, gripping my hard shaft. Stroking it to the thought of her. How she was aroused at the realization that I had stolen a pair of her panties recently. My strokes becomemore vigorous and faster as I reach my undoing. Cursing out her name, I release on my stomach.
Yeah, that’s exactly why I’m avoiding her.
