Page 22 of Room Twenty-Eight: Her Beautiful Surrender

“What’s our next adventure? It’s not often that we aren’t both working,” Cecily asks. Somehow, she got two days off in a row from the call center, and I don’t have to be at the coffee shop again for a few days. Since my blog started picking up traffic, the ads and tours are close to paying enough to quit the second job.

“How would you feel about a train ride to Philly and a hockey game tomorrow?” Leon was kind enough to score me tickets behind the Black Bears bench, and I’m really hoping Cecily will go with me; otherwise, I’ll have to askhim, and I’m not sure how well that will go over between the four men.

“Seriously?” She appears excited even though I know she’s not a huge fan of sports.

“Yes?” I hedge.

“Do I get to meet them?” Laughing, I nod my head. “Then, hell yeah!”

“The train leaves at three, and the game starts at seven.”

“Let’s head back to the city; we have plans to make!” She practically drags me to the car.

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By the time we board the train the following day, I’m filled with a mix of fear and anticipation over surprising the guys. What if it backfires, and they don’t want me there? What if everything they’ve been saying is only for their convenience? Thankfully, Cec is able to take my mind off everything by chattering non-stop about this restaurant near the arena that we have to visit.

The first thing we do upon arrival is eat and then shop for jerseys. Finding one for the opposing team is difficult, but I manage to get Major’s jersey, and Cecily grabs one of Colton’s linemen, Hudson Michaels. He was the only one I could remember, and he seemed pretty good since he got a hat trick in Chicago.

“This is so exciting!” She tugs on my arm as we’re settling in our seats just minutes before the game begins. By the time the anthem has been sung and the players are on the bench or positioned on the ice, I still haven’t caught their eye and begin to worry further if this was a mistake.

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Colton

Fucking bullshit call. Devens dropped like a bitch without me even touching him, and my goal was called back. A two-minute penalty has me in the box fuming, deciding on how to hit the asshole without getting called on it.

Knocking on the glass attempts to pull my attention from the game as I watch Diesel and Hudson circling Devens like a couple of rabid wolves. Waiting for the perfect time to strike.

Tap, tap, tap.

Glaring towards the sound, I’m prepared to ignore the person until I notice Asta sitting next to the tapper, wearing Major’s jersey.Son of a bitch.This night is looking up already. Getting to my feet and turning to give her my attention, she’s chewing on her lip as she watches me.

When I’m told my time is up, I almost say fuck it and jump the glass instead. She gives me a bright grin and starts screaming as soon as my skate touches the ice. Snatching the puck from Devens, I forget all about him as I weave through the other players and wrist shot the goal into the top right corner, getting my second goal of the night.

“Fuck yeah!” Diesel shouts, slamming into me with the other guys close behind him. Pointing my stick at a screaming and cheering Asta, along with her friend, Diesel notices my smile and the adoration I can’t hide and follows my stare. “Goddamn,” he mutters, his mood changing.

“I want that fucking hatty tonight, man,” I say. I’m giving her one hell of a night if it kills me.

“We’ll get you there.” He taps my shoulder as we rush to the bench, standing and facing our girl.

“Who’s this?” Hudson asks.

Glancing at Major, I catch his sight on Asta. Spinning my finger, I indicate for her to turn so he can see whose number she’s wearing. Pleasure radiates from the man, and I’d swear the ice was melting as he grins before putting his mask back in place.

“Asta,” I finally answer Hudson, who is eyeing up her friend like he’s about to drag her to bed when he sees the girl wearing his own number.

“Introduce me to the friend?” he asks, and I shrug.

The second period finishes with a 4-2 score for us, and as we’re leaving to go to the dressing room, I send up one of the trainers to grab Asta and her friend. Seconds turn to minutes as we wait; it feels like hours before we finally see her.

As soon as she spots us, she runs and jumps into my arms since I’m closest to her. Cupping her ass in my hands, our lips collide, and she tastes like salty popcorn and sweet soda. Her fingers dig into my scalp as she tugs on my hair, sucking my tongue into her mouth in the same way she sucks dick. A groan escapes my throat, and she rubs her pussy against my stomach, making me wish I were wearing far less.

“My turn,” I hear Major say as he pulls her from me, pushing her against the wall. “Wearing my number.” He bites her jaw, stealing a whimper from her. “Looking to get dicked real deep tonight, aren’t you, kitten?”

“Yes, please,” she breathes into his mouth as they clash. Diesel moves in, standing at their sides, and I watch his hand slip between their bodies, knowing he’s looking to get her off. Hell, I’d like to, but we don’t have much time.

From the corner of my eye, I notice Hudson talking up her friend, and I’m happy for the distraction as Asta silently weeps out her release. Christ, watching her come undone is the most erotic sight I’ve ever witnessed.

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