Page 19 of Face Off
“Again,” she yells after blowing the whistle.
The conditioning she has had me doing for the past thirty minutes has me exhausted, worn down. Fuck. Is this punishment for stealing her panties, then jerking off to the pair she practically threw at me? I should have known God would find some way to smite me out of all this.
I skate over to the players bench, Hayley hot on my tail. “Again,” she says, her tone laced with something I’m not familiar with. Is it anger or frustration, I’m not sure.
“No. We’re done for the day,” I say, removing my gloves before taking off my helmet.
“You’re not done till I say we’re done.”
I shake my head as I make my way to the tunnel leading to the locker rooms. “Yes. We. Are,” I growl back as she hurries behind me. “You have a problem with it, talk to the GM.”
“I won’t clear you. Today’s your last day before training camp begins. You want to participate, you’ll get your ass back out there and finish what we started,” she says, crossing her arms over her chest, the ample cleavage she already had on display in her long-sleeved V-neck, now being pushed out more.
I take in the sight of her in all her pissed-off glory as she stares me down. Her spin straight as puts on her best intimidating glare, all the while my cock is screaming to be in her. My mind is telling me to walk the other way, but my feet have other plans. Dropping my gear to the floor, I walk back toward her, forcing her back up against the wall as my frametowers over her. Her breath hitches as I cage her in with both arms. Her eyes burn not with anger, but lust.
“You’ve been a real pain in my ass all week,” I say, my mouth only inches from her as she lifts her chin to look into my eyes. “What’s got you all fucking wound up, that you can’t take a goddamn chill pill? Was it the panties? Because if that’s what this problem is, then get the fuck over it.”
Her chest rises and falls as does mine as we stare at each other with frustration. I didn’t want to yell at her like I did, but obviously, she has a problem with me. Maybe, she’s just as frustrated as I am. I turn my back to her, urging myself to walk away, knowing I should. Knowing that nothing good could come of us, this thing we’re doing.
“Fuck it,” I say, stopping in my track, turning back to her. My lips find hers in a hungry, needy kiss.
My hands grip her waist tight as I deepen the kiss, her back remaining firm against the wall. My tongue runs along her bottom lip, begging for entrance, a taste of her sweetness. Her lips part slightly, my tongue dancing with hers as it fights for dominance. Her hands grip the back of my neck, moving to grip my hair as she deepens the kiss even further. My cock throbs against my jock as I savor this moment in time with her.
It's wrong. We shouldn’t be doing this, especially in our place of employment. Yet, the idea of being caught fills me with excitement. My lips on hers. How she molds into my body. It feels so right.
My hands move to grip her ass as the sound of the arena door opening echoes through the arena. Hayley pushes me away as quick as possible. Her chest heaves up and down, breath labored as she stares into my eyes. Is it pain I see reflecting at me, or is it sadness?
I open my mouth to say something, but Hayley beats me to it. “This isn’t right,” she says, turning to walk toward her office. “We can’t be doing this. I’m sorry.”
I watch as she clomps away in her skates. My cock is hard as a rock, kicking myself in the ass for making a complete total ass out of myself.
After a quick shower, I change before knocking on her office door in anticipation to find out what the hell happened back there. She doesn’t answer as I slowly open the door. She’s sitting behind her desk, the back of her chair facing me. It’s not hard to see she’s been crying. Her soft sobs fill the silent room.
“Hayley,” I start to say before she cuts me off.
“Mr. Miller, I’d appreciate it if we could just continue with our business as planned,” she says, wiping a stray tear from her cheek. “You’re cleared as of today for training camp. I wish you nothing but the best for your upcoming season and don’t expect to see you in my office again, unless otherwise advised.”
I stand to make my way to the door but hesitate as my hand grips the handle. I know I should just pack up and leave like she wants. Forget about her and the fucking insane kiss we just shared in the tunnel. Yeah, fuck that. The only place I’m going, is behind that desk to show her how serious I am about that kiss and this game we started.
I round the desk, spinning her chair to face me. Her breath hitches as her eyes lock with mine, a silent conversation being exchanged with one another.
“Brooks,” she stammers, breathless as I caress her cheeks.
“Why have you been a bitch to me this week? Give me the reason, and I’ll walk away if it’s good enough,” I say, staring intoher emerald-green eyes. God, how I could get lost in them for days.
She turns away from me, dropping her chin to look at her hands, her voice in a low murmur. “Camden’s father got engaged, and the guy I was with not long ago is apparently also tying the knot—has been the entire time we were together.”
My calloused thumb rubs gently across her cheek before she tries to pull away from me. “Look at me,” I say, my tone demanding but soft.
Reluctantly her eyes meet mine, tears building on the surface. God, she’s beautiful even when she’s upset. Pulling her from the chair, my lips find hers. The kiss is rough and passionate as I grip her ass, lifting her to a seated position on top of her desk. My knee spreads her legs so I can stand between them, pulling her close to me as we both fight for dominance.
She releases a moan as my mouth moves down her jaw. Pulling down the shoulder of her crewneck sweatshirt, I kiss and suck on her clavicle. My finger teases the band of her leggings, just as her hand comes out of nowhere and smacks me.
Seriously, she slaps me.
Cocking her hand back a second time to smack me across the face, I grab her wrist. Pulling her close to me. Her breath hitches as mine fans her face, my lips mere inches from her full, plump lips.
“We can’t do this,” she stammers out as she tries to catch her breath. “I told you. This can’t ever happen between us.”
