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I watched her walk away and hated that I couldn’t see through the walls of the building she went into. She promised me she was coming to the game later and I set a countdown timer on my phone. I needed to know exactly how many minutes I’d have to fucking endure until I’d see her again. I’ve never had cravings for a person like I do for my girl.
I wanted to be with her more than anything in the goddamn world. My heart was with hers but it wasn’t enough. I needed more. I needed her in the arena, wearing our hoodie with my name on her back so everyone knew she was mine.
My timer ran out and I threw my phone in my cubby. I bulldozed over Monroe and took his spot to stand right behind our Cap and Jake while everyone lined up to take the ice. I needed to get out there first, I wanted every goddamn second that I could have to look at her being here.
I fly on the fresh ice and skate to where her seat is. My lungs burn and I’m not sure if it's from my sudden burst of speed to get to her or from it being hours of not being able to breatheher in. Either way, my chest is fucking aching for her. I’m used to getting hurt out here, but this current pain makes every past collision, check into the boards, high stick, or cross-check feel like they were goddamn tickles.
Since November, I’ve been struggling with where the ice and I are. I’ve lost my way out here and have felt unworthy as a player more times than not over the past few months. But right now, it’s like I’ve been reborn and I know it’s because of her.
All I want to do is set the ice on fire with an award winning show. Seeing her sitting in the stands with my name and number on her back does things to me. It makes me want to break my PR for goal scored in a single game and fold her five paper cranes afterwards.
I feel fucking delirious watching her and chew on my mouthguard like a goddamn dog. She looks hot as fuck sitting there in our hoodie with a smile on her face. I wave at her and she waves back, that grin grows and so does my dick when I think about those cum painted lips and what we did earlier. I’m as hard as the goddamn crossbar and my cock is thumping against my cup.Fuck, I need another hit of her.
I want to scale the fucking boards and glass to kiss her. I hate this damn physical barrier that’s dividing us. I could kick my own ass for purposely putting so much space between us for so long. I’ll never forgive myself for it.
She’s got a beautiful smile on her face while talking to my sister and looks like she’s right where she belongs sitting with the other girlfriends. Except she’s the only one not wearing her man’s jersey.Not for fucking long.
A wild urge to claim her in front of this whole fucking arena takes hold of me and won’t let go. It’s got me under a spell and has me hypnotized.
She got up on that stage and sang her heart out to me in front of a packed house. Well, the ice is my goddamn stage, andI plan on letting every single person here know that the goals they’re about to see me score, are all for Sloane Higgins.
I don’t take my eyes off of her when I drop my stick to the ice. She’s got a curious look on her face and her eyebrows arch up when I throw my gloves down and rip off my helmet.
“What are you doing?” She shouts with her hands cupped over her mouth and I answer her by reaching behind my head and pulling my jersey right off.I’mshowing the whole fucking world that you’re mine, gorgeous girl.
The crowd is starting to catch on and is shouting, “Wilton” throughout the arena. I’m smiling at her like a goddamn fool; I can’t help it, my girlfriend is here and I’m so fucking happy it’s making me do crazy ass things.
I ball up my jersey and toss it over the glass right into her outstretched hands. She holds it to her chest and I send her a wink when she slips it on over her head. You’d think we just won the fucking Frozen Four with how loud the crowd is cheering.
A ref is blowing his whistle in my face and yelling about misconduct. I could give two shits. Not when my living breathing pin up girl is wearing my jersey. I can’t stop staring at her.Goddamn.
B doesn’t hesitate to help her adjust the sweatshirt hood from the jersey collar and I see the moment unfold when my sister realizes she’s not only sitting in the stands with her best friend, but with her future sister-in-law.Because I’m gonna fucking marry this girl.
“You’re outta here, get off my ice number five!” This fucking ref is screaming his head off and is red as a tomato. You’d think I had my dick out with how he’s acting about me stripping my jersey off.
Coach is fucking shouting and demanding I get my ass into the locker room but I’m in no hurry. Not when my girl blows mea kiss with unshed tears in her eyes.Yeaaahhh there’s no way I’m turning away from that beautiful face.
“You fucking crazy bastard, let’s go,” my brother says when him and Max come up to me just as I catch her kiss and place my hand over my heart.
The last fucking thing I want is to be pulled away from her but I’ve got no other choice. They each hook their elbows with mine and skate me back toward the bench. I don’t care how mad Coach is right now, the look on her face when I gave her my jersey was worth it.
“I love you!” I roar across the ice and make heart hands while they skate me away.
“I love you, too!” she shouts back while throwing up her own finger heart. She loves me. She fucking loves me. That makes me the goddamn luckiest sonofabitch on the planet.
“You’re a goddamn idiot, you know that?” My brother says with a dumb smile on his face and shakes his head.She loves me.
“About fucking time, man,” Max adds as they lead me off the ice.
“What the fuck, Wilton! You’ve been ejected for stripping out on the ice!” Coach screams and spit dribbles out of his mouth.
“My girl needed my jersey, Coach,” I tell him the truth and shrug my shoulders. I don’t regret what I just did. Not one part of me is sorry. I love my team and the game, but I love her more. And now everyone knows it.
“If you cost us a win, so help me God, Chase.” There’s no way we're losing this game. We’re playing the last seated team in our division. Coach was planning on playing third and fourth lines for most of the game anyway. Plus, I don’t need to play tonight to win, I’ve already won.Goddamn, she loves me.
“We got it, Coach,” Jake says and lifts his helmeted head toward me. “Be good to my friend, man,” he says andoutstretches his fist for me to bump. “Happy for you both.” He gives me a smile and I know he’ll take care of things out on the ice tonight.
“I don’t want to see your goddamn face until Monday morning at 6AM do you understand me?” Coach yells out. “Double shifts this week in the gym and for volunteering, you got that?”
