Page 33 of Face Off
“I’d ask why you’re so sluggish today, but the look on your face says it all,” Halloway says, snapping a towel at me before throwing it in the bin.
Morning skate was brutal. My muscles were tight, I skated slow, but who fucking cares. I was on cloud nine.
“Shut the fuck up, Halloway.”
“Dude’s finally getting some and doesn’t wanna share the deets,” Powell says.
Thorne walks in with a towel wrapped around his waist. “Oh, I’d pay money to know the deets about the women who melted the ice man over here.”
“Yeah, slim to none he’ll be sharing those,” Polston says. “But I have a feeling I know who it is.”
“Me too,” Halloway interjects.
I pull on a shirt and shake my head. “You assholes wouldn’t know who it was if it smacked you in the back of the head.”
“I bet it’s the team doctor. You guys saw how he basically pummeled Tremblay when he mentioned her,” Levi Blake, our goalie, says, taking his seat on the bench in front of his locker.
“Oh, good one,” Sparrows teases.
I grab my phone and keys from my locker and stuff them into my pocket. “If you jackasses are done, I’m going home to get some sleep before the game tonight.”
“Yeah right, and I’m gonna be the king of England,” Halloway says while putting on his shoes. “Tell the mystery woman we said hi.”
I walk out of the locker room with a little spring in my step. I’ve never been one to brag about hookups, but I want to brag about Hayley. How fucking amazing and perfect she is in every way. And she’s mine.
Brooks: Just finished morning skate.
Hayley: Are you coming back over for a little? Cam won’t be home till 3, so we have some time to snuggle and nap.
Nap, my ass. I laugh a little as I unlock my SUV and climb in.
Brooks: I mean I should probably nap. Someone kept me up pretty late last night after our flight home.
Hayley: You’re the one who showed up at my house… do I need to refresh your memory?
Fuck. Yes.
Brooks: Hmm, it’s kinda fuzzy. I think you may have to.
Hayley: Well, then get your ass back here so we have time to rest and refresh that memory of yours.
Don’t have to tell me twice.
I throw my SUV into drive and head toward Hayley’s. My chest feels warm at the thought of being inside her again. I was hard all of morning skate thanks to the little present Hayley snuck into my workout bag before I left her house this morning. As I was dressing for morning skate and scrounging for my socks in my bag, I stumbled across a red lacy thong. The exact one Hayley was wearing before I left. She must had slipped it off when I was brushing my teeth. I had rubbed the fabric between my fingers, feeling the soft edges of lace before bringing it to my nose, Hayley’s intoxicating scent swarming my scenes.
Yeah, I’ve become the resident panty sniffer.
I park along the curb outside of Hayley’s townhome and climb her stoop two steps at a time. I turn the handle and let myself in. The faint sound of country music carries throughout the house as the smell of something cooking wafts through the air.
The sound of bacon frying fills the air, clashing with the music as I watch Hayley sway her hips side to side, humming along to the beat. The black cotton t-shirt I wore last night hangs down to her knees. My body hums with the thought of being inside her again. Pushing off the door frame of the kitchen, I walk up behind her, my arms snaking around her waist.
“I could get used to seeing you in my t-shirts,” I say in her ear as she jumps in surprise.
“Hmm,” she moans out as she relaxes her head on my shoulder. “How was practice?”
My right hand rubs up her thigh, stroking her soft skin along the way before rubbing against her bare pussy. Shit. She’s not wearing any underwear. A stark reminder that I currentlyhave them in my pocket. If you thought I was hard at practice, you can imagine how fucking hard I am now.
Pulsing.
