“Crosby!” Coach Hayes bellowed.
“Yeah Coach?”
“What the fuck has gotten into you? It’s like you’re not even trying today.”
I shook my head, hitting the cross bar with my stick. “Sorry Coach.”
“Snap the fuck out of it or you will not be starting tomorrow night.”
Fuck. I must be really pissing him off tonight. That was a big threat, telling your starting goalie you might not play him on the first night of the playoffs. It was a fucking low blow, and I knew I hadn’t been messing up that badly.
Once I started playing closer attention, I realized it wasn’t me in particular that was stinking up the joint—the entire team was. Gavin threw his hands in the air as Harding missed another one of his signature slap shots, not even getting it close to the net.
“All right guys, what gives?” he yelled as his father threw his clipboard down on the floor. “We can’t be psyching ourselves out because of the playoffs.”
It was overwhelmingly apparent that that was exactly what was happening. We were all letting our insecurities and anxieties get the better of us.
Gavin continued with his speech. “We played our hearts out all season and it fucking paid off. We can’t go in and choke on game one. That is not the Otter way!”
All the guys yelled in agreement.
“Are we going to let a chance at the cup slip through our fingers because we’re a little scared?”
“No!” we all answered in unison.
“Fuck right we’re not. We’re the goddamn New York Otters, the best hockey team in the NHL. Never forget that, gents.”
Chapter 14
Jordan
I had no idea what to expect when I got to the arena that night, but it was really exciting to be going there after hours. Breaking the rules can be quite thrilling.
“What are we doing here?” I asked Crosby as he took my hand, leading me down some back hallway.
“You’ll see.”
He walked me into what looked like a souped-up garage and I gasped. We were standing in the Zamboni room.
I gripped his hand tighter as I skipped a few steps. “This is so awesome.”
“Just wait, it’s going to get better.” He dug the keys for the machine out of his pocket. “In high school, I worked at the local rink driving the Zamboni over the weekends, so I talked the guys into letting me borrow the keys for a night.”
My eyes got wide. “We get to ride it?”
“Well, I figured we could skate for a while and then hop on this bad boy and take her for a spin or two.”
“I don’t have skates with me.”
Will held up one finger, going into the corner of the room to grab a duffle bag. “I took the liberty of calling Myla and getting your shoe size. She said these were the best ones to get.” He pulled out a brand-new pair of figure skates and handed them to me. “I had to guess if you would want a pair of these or hockey skates, but I felt like these were just more practical.”
“They’re amazing.” I was elated as I took them from him. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, baby. Now get them on and let’s have a little bit of fun.”
Crosby got his skates on too and then we were off to enjoy a little bit of time in the quiet rink.
“It’s so weird to be here when no one else is.”
Crosby gripped my hand. “I love it at times like this. It reminds me of all the times I lay in bed at all hours of the night dreaming about something like this. It helps remind me how hard I’ve worked and how far I have come.”
“Thank you for sharing this with me.”
He kissed the back of his hand. “Thank you for coming here tonight. I want to share everything with you.”
“Aren’t you tired of skating after practicing for so long today?” I asked, trying to not look like a complete klutz.
“This is different. Practice is work, this is fun.” He pulled me closer to his side. “You need to loosen up a little though. How long has it been since you skated?”
“God, fucking years. As kids, we always skated, but as I got older, I guess life kind of got in the way of stuff like that. I work too damn much.”
“I love how hard you work, but I hate how hard you have to work…if that makes sense.”
I looked over at him, and his kind eyes locked on mine. “Yeah, it does. Hopefully I will be able to save enough to invest in my own bar some day and then I can slow down.”
“Why don’t you get an investor? You would be an amazing bar owner. It would be rough at first, but then once it was up and running smoothly, you’d be able to step back and reap the benefits.”
“That is easier said than done. Finding an investor for a bar in Manhattan is not as easy as it sounds. The turnover rate and loss ratios on investments are enough to send any financial backer running for the hills.”
“What if I backed you? I’d be completely a silent partner and I know how amazing you are, so I know my money would be safe.”
“I don’t know.” I loved that Crosby wanted to help me see my dream come true, but it felt like too much for me to ask of him. “We’ll talk about business crap later. I don’t want to spoil this night.”
“Fair enough, princess. Your chariot awaits.”
Will led me over to the bench to change out of my skates then we climbed up onto the Zamboni where I sat in Will’s lap.
“Now, I have never driven one of these with someone on it with me, and it has been a hot minute since I have even been behind the wheel.” The engine roared to life and we were on our way.
I started giggling. “This is amazing.”
“You’re amazing,” Will whispered in my ear before kissing my cheek.
I could feel his desire for me building as he gripped the top of my thigh. I shifted a little to be able to kiss his neck and nibble on his shoulder a bit.
“I missed you,” he growled.
“You saw me yesterday,” I teased.
“It’s not the same when I don’t have you all to myself.”
He parked the Zamboni in the middle of the rink before starting to unzip my jacket. I followed his lead, pulling his flannel shirt up over his head and shifting so I was straddling him. It was fucking cold as shit, but I pushed that to the side and let my lustful desires take control.
“There are too many layers between us right now,” he complained as he yanked at the rest of my clothing. Within seconds we were both naked, hungrily kissing and biting each other’s shoulders and neck.
His fingers traveled down my stomach, all the way down to my clit. I was already swelling with passion as his thumb drew small circles over my tender skin.
“I love the way you feel, Jordan.”
“I love the way you make me feel.”
I gently took the head of his dick between my fingers, softly teasing it as I played with the tiny bit of pre-come that had bubbled up at the tip.
“I can’t wait another second.” His voice was lust-filled as he grabbed my hips and forced me down onto his thick shaft. I gasped from the sheer force of him filling me so quickly. It was white-hot pleasure that seared into every vibrating cell in my body.
I moved my hips and Crosby quickened our pace as I cried out. He tenderly bit down on my shoulder as he started to shudder under me. “Holy fuck, little girl. This pussy is mine.”
“Only yours, Daddy.”
He thrust into me harder. “Good girl.” He breathed into my neck before letting his teeth dig into my tender flesh. The bristles of his beard tickled my skin as his teeth sank down. Thank goodness for playoff beards. They really were my weakness. “I need you to come for me, princess. Let me feel that perfect cunt collapse around my cock.”
His words triggered me and within seconds I was shaking and moaning in his arms. Right as my orgasm crashed around me, Will’s was coming on strong, filling me as I came harder than I ever had before. Even though it was freezing in the rink, our bodies were covered in a thin layer of sweat.
“That was phenomenal.” I panted in his arms.
“You’re telling me.” He let out a long breath before kissing me quickly.
“I don’t want this night to end, but I think one of us has a very big day tomorrow.”
His head dropped to my shoulder. “Yeah, you’re right. Will you at least sleep over tonight?”
“You don’t even have to ask—of course I will.”
“Good. I’ll sleep better knowing you’re right there.”
We put the Zamboni back and made our way through the busy city streets to Will’s apartment. Even though I had only spent the night there once, it felt so much like home to me, and it was the first night I truly understood what the saying home is where your heart is actually meant.
Chapter 15
Jordan
The weeks passed by and the playoffs were in full swing. I knew Will was going to be busy during them and I tried to be the least selfish with his time as possible, but it wasn’t easy. I had practically moved into his apartment and we were spending every spare second he had together.
I hated when Will was on the road, but I loved it at the same time. His sexting game was on fucking point and it drove me wild.
My eyes flickered open when I heard the text tone chime from the nightstand. It was way too early in the morning, but it didn’t matter because it wasn’t easy for me to sleep when he was away. My body was fighting me to just ignore the message and go back to sleep, but I couldn’t. The excitement of knowing who it was from won out and I hastily grabbed my cell.
Crosby: Good morning beautiful. Just left JFK.
Me: Babe, I miss you already.
Crosby: Thank goodness for wifi on planes. I miss you too, princess. I’ll be home tomorrow though.
Me: That seems like forever away.
Crosby: Craving you, incredibly bad! I hope your day has been nothing short of fantastic.
Me: With a few more hours of sleep, it will be fantastic. I haven’t left your bed yet.
Crosby: Want me to let you go back to sleep?
Me: No. I want to hear more about you craving me.
The thought of Will crammed on a plane with the rest of his team, horny as hell and not able to do anything about his frustration other than type it out to me was thrilling, to say the least. Ever since the first night we spent together, he consumed my every thought and kept my mind in the smut-filled gutter.
Sitting up, I yawned and stretched, hoping for more texts from my sexy goalie. I grabbed my fluffy blue robe from the floor and made my way into the kitchen. Black tea on his balcony had become my morning ritual on days he wasn’t there. I heated a mug of water until almost boiling in the microwave and popped in a teabag to let it over-steep—the darker and stronger the better. Right as I took a seat in one of the Adirondack chairs on the balcony, my phone vibrated with another message.
Crosby: I can’t get the image of you shaking under me out of my head. Do you know how gorgeous you are when you come for me?
I bit my lip—just reading his words turned me on. Knowing that just the thought of me engulfed his mind was intoxicatingly sexy.
Me: Come play with me Daddy. I want to feel you so badly.
Crosby: I want my princess to crawl on her hands and knees over to my cock and beg for me to place it in her mouth.
Me: Please Daddy, I want nothing more than to taste you right now.
Crosby: I am going to throat fuck you until I see that makeup run down your cheeks.
I slipped my hand into my sleep shorts and under my cotton panties, letting my middle finger glide over my throbbing clit. Will’s words coursed through me, sending my body into overdrive.
Me: My panties are soaked.
Crosby: You better be touching yourself like a good little girl and thinking about Daddy’s cock slamming into the back of your throat.
Me: It’s turning me on that you have to sit there with your entire team and act casual, all the while aching to feel me.
Crosby: You have no idea, baby. I can’t stop thinking about your eyes glancing up with your mouth full of my cock. Your gorgeous eyes beg for me to stop, but I push down on the back of your head and make you take more, stabbing at the back of your throat, choking you with joy on your new favorite toy.
Me: What else, Daddy? What else do you want right now?
Crosby: Daddy is going to lift you up and pin you against the wall then rail you like he’s never felt something so astonishing in his life. I want to rediscover carnal pleasure inside of you. Then I’ll hold you up and make you take every inch like the beautiful little girl you are.
Me: Holy fuck, yes sir.
Crosby: I’ll take you from behind, slipping myself in slowly and watching your mouth widen farther at every inch. I’ll cover your mouth and thrust slowly and rhythmically, making sure to give the last inch a hard shove deep into that beautiful pussy of my little girl.
Tingles shot down my spine as I closed my eyes and played Will’s words like a movie in my head. Panting, I rubbed my swelling button while my thoughts consumed me. A low moan escaped as I plunged one finger into my wetness, still working my clit with my thumb. The scene overtook me entirely and I longed for Crosby to be watching as I pleasured myself on his balcony while hundreds of people hurried to work on the streets stories below me.
With a shaking hand, I typed another text.
Me: I’m about to come, Daddy.
Crosby: Come for me, baby, like the perfect princess you are.
My body shook as my climax engulfed me.
Me: That was incredible, Will. Just so you know, I am on your balcony.
Crosby: That is the hottest thing ever, babe. You’re amazing. I can’t wait to be home to you.
He was heading to game six of the Stanley Cup and I knew I should have just left him alone so he could get his head in the game, but how could I resist a conversation like that?
Me: We’ll have tons of fun tomorrow night when you get home.
Crosby: You have no idea how much I am looking forward to that. Where are you watching the game?
Me: I’m going over to Myla’s tonight. I’ll probably end up just crashing there.
Crosby: Sounds like a great plan, sweetheart. Have a great time and I will talk to you later.
Me: Bye babe.
“Look at all of our sexy boys with those tantalizing beards.” Myla was practically drooling. Her pregnancy was nearing its end, and she was really feeling the hormones.
Simon plopped down on the couch in between us. “My favorite time of year is playoff beard season. Yummy!”
Shaw waved him off from the other side of the large living room. “Honey, look all you want, ’cause this chin is staying clean shaven.”
I could see how uncomfortable Griffin was getting from them flirting in front of him, and it was quite funny. He had moved in with Shaw and Olive, so I figured he would be used to it, but at least he was trying to be a good sport about it.
“Myla, are you guys all ready for the baby?” Liv asked from Griffin’s lap.
Myla popped up. “Want to see the nursery?”
“Sure!” Griffin and Olive followed Myla into the back hallway.
Sean and Jessica were working, which completely sucked, but they promised to listen to the game on the radio. Karla didn’t want to bring the kids out and her sitter flaked on her last minute, so she wasn’t going to be able to make it either.
“How’s everything been at the bar?” Simon asked me.
“I just finished up an assignment and I don’t start another one for a couple of weeks. I am definitely enjoying the time off.”
“It must be nice to have a chance to recharge those batteries,” Shaw added in.
“That is a total understatement. If I didn’t have these breaks, I would totally burn myself out.”
The three who had left the room joined us again right before the first faceoff.
“I’m going to puke! I don’t know how I am going to get through this game.” Myl
a remarked.
The Otters had to win that game and the following one to win the cup. There was a lot of pressure on them, and I hated thinking about how much it was taking a toll on the guys.
“Did you talk to Gavin or Brayden today?” I asked Myla.
She pursed her lips. “Only a little while they were at the airport. I hate that we couldn’t be there.” She rubbed her belly. Her doctor had given her strict rules about not flying this late in her pregnancy, and I knew it was eating her up that she couldn’t be there to support her husband and brother.
“At least we will be there for game seven.”
I put my hand on her shoulder as she signed. “Yeah, that is true.”
The game wasn’t even close and the Otters had only one more victory standing in the way of them being Stanley Cup champions. As the buzzer sounded for the end of the game, we all leapt to our feet to high-five and hug. Myla was hysterically crying.
“Honey, are you all right?” Simon pulled her into his side.
“It’s the hormones. I am just so fucking happy.”
Even though the Otters had made it to the playoffs over the last couple of years, this was the closest they had come to actually winning the Stanley Cup in God knows how long.
After Myla and I said goodbye to everyone, we crawled into her bed.
“I am so thankful to have you as a friend. Did you know that?” She sniffled with her head already resting on the pillow.
“You’re so sappy with all those damn hormones swimming around in that tiny body of yours.”
“Fuck, I know!” she wailed, wiping her nose with the back of her hand. “I am constantly a wreck. Will you please remind me of this if I ever get the awful idea of having another baby?”
“Sure thing, love.” I turned out the light and made myself comfortable.
“Do you love him?” Myla asked before yawning.
“Who, Will?”
I could hear her head moving against the pillow and assumed she was nodding.
“I do.”
“You need to tell him,” she whispered.
“Why is that?” I asked.
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