Page 68 of Face Off
“Let me come with you guys. I’m sure I have some personal time I can use.”
“Brooks, no. I can’t ask you to do that,” she protests. “The playoffs are literally right around the corner. I’ve already been a distraction to you and the team. I’ve caused fights between youand your teammates. I won’t let this be a distraction anymore. It’s only for a day or two. Then we’ll be back.”
I want to argue with her. Throw my fist into something. Beg her not to go without me, but I can’t. Instead, I stay quiet, my knuckles turning white as the anger I wish to unleash boils inside me.
“When do you leave?” The question comes out harsher then intended.
Hayley deflates a little. “After tonight’s game. The same time you’ll be on your flight to Detroit.”
I plop down on the love seat next to the couch. I drop my head into the palm of my hands, running a few fingers through the strands, mussing it up a little. “We’ll be fine, Brooks,” she says in a calming tone, her hand grabbing the top of my balled-up fists. “And if I have any problems, you’ll be the first person I call.”
“No, the cops will be the first you call, then me. They’ll be able to get to you a lot quicker than I will.” He pauses for a moment before getting close enough to whisper in my ear. “Then when I get there, I’ll fucking end that mother fucker.”
Her breath hitches as I pull back. Did I go a little overboard with that comment, sure. But I want to make sure she knows I would intervene if that dick crossed the line. She’s mine. Camden’s mine, regardless of his relation to Boyce.
Hayley brings out this side of me. The possessive one that is. I’ve never been a possessive guy before; jealous, yeah but never possessive.
After Hayley knew that I wasn’t too thrilled with the plan, our evening carries on as usual. We pack our bags for our respective trips, then load up my SUV and head straight forthe arena. Security is doubled this time, so once we park in the garage, we enter the arena without a problem.
As we approach the locker room entrance, a few of the guys linger outside. I give them a firm nod before stopping and turning to Hayley. I press my lips to her forehead just as the doors to the tunnel leading to the locker room open. Polston stands there, one hand rubbing the back of his neck to relieve some tension. Neither of us will be playing tonight, so I know it has nothing to do with that.
He steps closer to us, pulling his luggage behind him before stopping in front of us. “Hayley… Brooks,” he says, looking me dead in the eye. “Uh… mind if I talk to you for a second, man… preferably alone.”
“Look, whatever you have to say, you can say it to me in front of Hayley,” I say, pulling her close to my side. “Just like anyone else’s wife or girlfriend or staff member on this team; she’s family and gets the same respect as everyone else.”
“You’re right, man. I fucked up.”
“Yeah, you did.”
“Brooks,” Hayley warns before turning to Camden. “Hey, buddy, why don’t you go find Cassidy.” With that, Cam turns on his heels and heads toward the admin offices.
“Look, Hayley. I apologize. I don’t know the reasons you chose to withhold Cam from Boyce, but it’s not my place to judge,” he says, his shoulders relaxing a little. “I just know that if that shit happened to me, I’d be pissed. I also didn’t want anything distracting the team. We want the Cup. And I’m sorry but with the way Brooks looks at you and Camden… yeah, shit was about to get distracting.”
Hayley wiggles out of my grip and places her hand on Polston’s arm. A harmless gesture, but deep down, I’m jealous. “It’s fine, but you two need to remember you’re a team and what you two did early today is just as much of a distraction as what’s going on in my life.”
We both give each other a firm nod in understanding, taking what Hayley has said with no contest. I walk Hayley to her office and once inside, I shut the door. Her lips soon crash on mine in a feverish kiss as my hands work their way to her hips, pulling her close to me.
Her arms wrap around my neck, deepening our kiss. My tongue brushes against her bottom lip, begging for entry. Her lips part, my tongue darting out to meet hers.
“Door,” she whispers against my mouth as she backs us to her desk.
I turn my back to lock the door. I know there’s not much time before we both have to get to our respective areas, but I can’t help the growing need I have for her. Knowing that she’s going to be in Arizona without me, without any support, drives me insane. But I can’t think about that now. Hayley is here in this moment… with me.
I turn around and stop dead in my tracks. Hayley, radiant as ever, stands in front of me, hands clasped on the zipper of her dress. She slowly drags the zipper down, the sound of it gliding along the teeth has me hard as a rock.
Fuck me.
She shimmies her shoulders, the sleeves sliding off her arms, revealing a black lace bra underneath. I take a step toward her, loosening my tie as she continues to shimmy her hips, working the dress down her toned legs. My fingers work the buttons of my dress shirt, pulling it loose from my trousers. Shebends forward, showing off that perfect ass of hers to work on the straps of her heels.
“Stop,” I say as I unclasp my belt. “I want to fuck you while those are still on.”
Her bottom lip gets caught in her teeth as she stares at me. Watching me as if I am her last meal. My steps are quick as I approach her. Gripping her hips, I pull her into me. My hard cock rubs against her stomach as I fuse my lips to hers. Shit, she feels like home. Heaven. Pure bliss. My hands grip her ass as I lift her, sitting her on her desk.
“Brooks…” She gasps as I use my knee to spread her legs wider. My knuckle rubs against the lace fabric, feeling her wet warm heat underneath.
Shit, she’s soaked.
Dripping.
