Page 3 of When Love Takes The Ice

The life of a professional athlete gets fucking lonely. You don't have to be by yourself to experience that.

My closest friends know this, especially Taylor, but it’s not something I’m advertising by shouting it from the rooftops. Idon't care what others think, but I don't want to appear like a total pussy, either.

My mom would love to see me settle down. I guess it’s just a matter of finding the right girl.

Hockey has been my entire life, but I am willing to let someone in?

We won the Stanley Cup, and my body has suffered from the grueling back-to-back games. I can't slack off during our break, but I need some rest and a vacation.

A spontaneous visit to see Maddison might be one solution. Soak up some sun, rest my tired body, and get away from my father.

I'm on the verge of deciding, leaning on the cold glass and observing the skyline.

The world twinkles below me, and I feel lighter about things.

Yes, a vacation is exactly what I need.

I don’t register my phone buzzing next to me. It’s Sunday, and I don’t get up early for anything. The only thing up is the wood I’m sporting, but that’s normal.

I don't bother looking at messages until I've taken care of myself. It’s best to get a quick one out of the way before I slide into my usual Sunday routine—coffee and bagels from the cafe near my apartment and doing something as mundane as reading the newspaper.

I watch some TV; it’s distracting, and the news is depressing.

This is how I like to spend my Sundays. Having nowhere to be, no deadlines, and no training makes me smile.

I reach under the covers to my hard dick and bend an arm over my eyes.

Maybe it’s wrong to think of a woman who is virtually a stranger… one I made out with after knowing her less than a day. Her lips were so full and luscious, there was a whole other world waiting there. Her energy is like nothing I’ve ever known. Right away, she locked eyes with me, and we discussed anything and everything. She knew nothing about the game, but it didn’t matter.

I wonder how she’d look sitting here now, in only my team jersey.

I stroke up and down and sigh into the cool morning air.

I know this is where I need to be, pleasing myself and fantasizing about a girl I hardly know.

I can’t help but wonder how she likes it. Would she prefer to sit on me or be under me? Does she like it hard and fast or slow and passionate? I can do either—in fact, I can do it all.

I’ve been in puck-bunny heaven for the larger part of my career, so I’ve learned a lot about women and gained plenty of experience pleasing them.

I know I can make Maddison a happy woman in the sack. Especially because we already have that connection. And I know I want to see her again. I jerk myself off fast and hard, moving my hips to the beat of my own drum. I imagine she’s on me, riding me like a bronco in the Wild West, as I rip my jersey off her body to reveal her gorgeous, silky, tanned skin. Her big, succulent tits bounce up and down, her nipples brushing my chest. To hear her call my name would be like heaven on earth.

If she gave me the chance, I would take her to Heaven and back.

I haven't been laid since the playoffs started, but there's more to my feelings than just being horny.

IlikeMaddison. The fact she didn’t know who I was is super fucking hot.

And she liked me. Fuck yeah, she liked me. I could tell.

She saw me for who I am, which is what I want in a woman.

I know we would be good together. But does she want a casual fling or a deeper connection? I could hook up with her, but it may not be enough for me.

I’m ready for a relationship.

I’m ready to get to know her.

I keep up with my fantasy while I work full-throttle on jerking myself off. I imagine the feeling of this gorgeous woman in my arms, enjoying each other in my large, warm bed, wrapping her up in my cocoon.

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