Two Hard

by Amy Brent

  She sipped some water and shrugged as she checked her bag. “I started seeing someone. No biggie.”

  “I hope he’s not a part of this world, or hell…maybe he should be. Your schedule is going to be tough to keep up with.” Tanner whistled as she stared at the towels in front of her.

  “It is.” He seemed to drop it as one of the players came in to tell her about some pain, and she had him hop on the table in his shorts as she pressed against his calf with a frown. “Feels like a muscle. Let me work it out for you.” She continued the work and looked at the young guy. “Are you stretching with your workouts?”

  “Not as much as I should be,” Randy admitted and she shook her head at him with a small smile.

  “Start. Do some yoga here and there to break things up and really get a good stretch in. You guys kill yourself in that gym.” Holly reprimanded him as she watched him nod and scratch his minimum of a beard. “Tell me how it feels after the skate.” She watched as he left the room and glanced over at Tanner. “These guys are my age or older than me and I feel like their mother sometimes.” They both looked up as voices filled the walkway outside of the door, her picking up on the fact that Aaron was here. “Want to watch the practice and see how Randy does?”

  “Sure.” Tanner responded, following her out and to the rink where they were gathered and listening to Pat. Holly took a seat in the first row and leaned forward, sipping her water as she glanced at Aaron. He nodded at her, greeting both of them as Tanner leaned back against the glass behind the player’s bench.

  “Did you get a chance to look at Randy?” Aaron asked her, taking the seat beside her casually as her heart started beating faster. He was dressed in slacks and a white shirt with a red tie today and she had to force herself to stare forward.

  “He’s not stretching like he should be. I told him to update me after practice.” She set her hand between their seats, brushing her fingers against his thigh as she watched him shiver out of the corner of her eyes.

  Nobody was watching them and she dared to glance at him, taking him in with one long hungry glance. Aaron looked over at her, his eyes already darkening as their gazes locked. “Holly.” His voice was a whisper before they both heard his name and looked forward with a slight jump.

  Pat was waving him down to the ice and she watched as he stood quickly and darted away from her, taking a deep breath as she tried to calm the feelings inside of her. The guys really started to skate and she found herself staring at Aaron more than she did the players, feeling like a girl with a crush in high school.

  She knew that this was much more than that.

  Tanner joined her in the seats as they analyzed a few things and made a few comments about some of the shots. After an hour and a half, it was time for the home team to get a chance and she stood slowly before stretching out and closing her eyes. Holly would love a good yoga class right now to relax her but she knew they souled get some dinner before the game so she wouldn’t be tempted to eat junk at the game.

  She was surprised when a few of them went to a local bistro, one of those people being Aaron. He took the seat across from her as they ordered, everyone sticking to high protein meals and water as she nodded approvingly. They had a light meal of chatting and laughter before everyone seemed to sober up before the game. She and Aaron walked a bit slower than everyone else, trying not to draw attention to themselves as she fought taking his hand. “Tonight?” He asked her softly after glancing around to make sure they were alone.

  “Yeah.” Holly told him, watching him slip his phone from his pocket and enter something into it before hers vibrated in her purse. She looked at him as they followed the others into the lobby, dropping her face as she headed to her room to get dressed into her work clothes for the game.

  The arena was filling up as she dealt with the players stopping in to see her for advice or just to talk. Holly was getting close to some of them and she found it comforting that there might be brother figures on this team, since her heart belonged to Aaron. She wished them all luck as she leaned out of the door, telling them to kick ass before she shrugged her jacket on and straightened her bun quickly. Holly couldn’t stand the idea of not watching the game, since she’d always watched Manny’s fights pretty closely.

  She told herself that it had nothing to do with Aaron as she stood by the wall and stared at him talking to Pat near the bench. He was focused on the ice as he made hand motions to the coach, nodding passionately as they seemed to agree on something. She thought he was so hot talking about the love of his life and always had. The way he’d played was captivating and quite the introduction to teenage hormones for Holly, leading her to a few clumsy and realistic experiences with high school boys.

  She blinked as she realized that the crowd was screaming as the teams moved onto the ice, seeing Aaron glance over at her quickly in the pandemonium. Holly smiled and gave her guys positive reinforcement as they moved past her to the sound of boos, something that was expected in an away game. She kept the smile on her face for the cameras that were no doubt filming even though she hated the booing. At the fights, the terms had become downright violent as well as extremely sexual in nature from the women. The signs were all of that multiplied by millions.

  Holly looked over the crowd, seeing several signs promoting the fans team or player, finding nothing too harsh. She preferred this environment and she took a deep breath as she stared over the ice, moving forward to stand against the glass. Randy looked good and she confirmed silently that he was likely slacking off in his work outs as she moved onto the other players.

  Once the puck was dropped, her adrenaline as a therapist kicked in hard. Holly watched all of the movement on the ice closely, breathing in relief a few times when guys managed to get up from being down on the ice. She was in good shape but she’d never understand how these guys bounced back from some of their injuries. Aaron had several that he didn’t recover so well from and she let her glance pass over the people around her to where he stood behind the players, his eyes locked onto the action even as she picked up on the scowl that lightly graced his face. He turned his head to meet her eyes and the adrenaline that they were both feeling turned into a dangerous heat as she felt her breath hitch in her throat. The professional in her wavered as she considered taking him back into the empty parts of the arena where they could do all of the things that their eyes screamed for. Her thighs ached and her nipples were pressed against the sports bra that she wore under her shirt, needing teeth and lips against them. Holly forced her eyes back to the ice, feeling like her need could melt the ice around her as she tried to see the players but the crowd broke out in screams as something loud filled the air. She saw her guys celebrating and it registered that they’d scored the first goal as she raised her own arms in celebration, still feeling the heaviness of her breasts underneath her clothes.

  The game ended with a three goal lead and some happy and healthy players walking by her as she smiled and slapped some of their gloves. Holly had been achy the entire game and she wanted to be in Aaron’s room with him as soon as possible, barely registering the game. Thankfully, there were no injuries to be concerned about but she made a mental note to pull her shit together so she could do her job properly if there had been. This was dangerous.

  The locker room was loud as she headed to her room, not wanting to go in there and see things that she didn’t need to see. Aaron would love that. Walter was the first to come in, picking her up and twirling her in a hug as he held her against the post-game clothes that they wore to greet the crowd. “Did you see that goal?”

  Which one? The first, second or third? “I did. Very nice, Walt!” She’d grown close to the captain and preferred this nickname to the use of his last name as the other players used. “What are your plans?”

  “Food and drink. Want to come?” Walt asked her and she didn’t know what to say. There were too many things to consider and she felt relieved as some of the others popped into the room. Walter crowed again
as she laughed.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  Holly learned from some of the others that it was a big group dinner that everyone was going to, including coaches and the owner. “Do I have time to change?” She really did like wearing feminine clothing and had some packed just in case.

  “We’re meeting in an hour.” Quinn told her the name of the restaurant and she nodded as she glanced around. Everyone seemed good here, though she still called out to check on all of them before she planned on leaving.

  Tanner and Holly walked the short distance to the hotel to change, knowing the guys would be drinking at the bar with their day off the following Friday. She slipped her hand into her pocket, feeling her phone vibrate but knowing she couldn’t check it like she desperately wanted to. They arranged to meet in the lobby as she hurried down the hall to her door, closing it and getting her phone as a weight dropped off of her shoulders. Her family was testing about seeing the game and the win. Friends were doing the same but she skimmed past those to find the name that she used for Aaron and clicked on those messages.

  He told her about the dinner and asked that she come so he could see her, double checking on their later plans as well. He seemed really wound up and Holly assured him that she’d be there as she smiled briefly. She slipped out of her work clothes and found her cute black skirt with a long sleeved shirt in a burnt orange that had a sexy little scoop neck and gathered sleeves. Underneath it, she wore the new lingerie that she’d gone shopping for Aaron. It was a demi cup bra in black lace and a matching thong and garter that she secured under her outfit as she ran her hands down her body. Holly slipped her feet into her favorite black heels that had been her gift to herself for getting the job, getting a jacket before she left the room. On the way down in the elevator, she sent responses to the other texts with a lot of smiling faces and cheer telling them that she was meeting the team for a celebration dinner.

  Tanner called for a cab at the corner to get them to Del Frisco's on the other side of town, chatting about the game and some of the plays as she nodded and smiled. Holly hadn’t had a lot of time to get ready but she’d managed to add some liner to her eyes along with mascara. Her favorite dark red lipstick was smeared over her lips and he glanced at her as they slid inside of the back of the car. “You clean up pretty well, Miller.”

  “You too.” Tanner was in slacks and a white shirt with a tie, his hair controlled with some product in its tousled waves. She smiled and realized how attractive he was with his dark hair and eyes.

  They arrived on the corner within a short time and exited the cab as he tossed some bills at the driver. Holly approached the door, seeing a crowd but knowing that the guys had a place inside. She heard her name called and turned her head right to left, smiling when she saw one of Manny’s assistants approaching her. “Phil! Hello!” She hugged him, waving Tanner inside as she asked how he was. “How was the fight tonight?”

  “He kicked ass and we’re eating here. Imagine that!” Phil told her, making her laugh and hook arms with him as they moved past the line and entered. It turned out that their large tables were very close and Holly saw everyone mingling as she smiled up at the very tall and intimidating man on her arm. “The boys are making friends.”

  They joined the crowd, each ordering a drink as Manny gave her a tight squeeze and greeted her warmly. She stood with him as she eyed the menu, starving suddenly from all of the excitement and need she’d been fighting with all night. Ordering the crab from the waitress making the rounds, she looked around for Aaron and found him standing by Pat as he watched her intently. There was a dark steel to his eyes and she realized that it was directed at the fighter standing beside her. That needed to be nipped in the bud and she turned her attention to him. “So, do you guys miss me yet?” Holly hoped that Manny wouldn’t take too much notice to what was going on.

  “Scott just isn’t the same.” Manny groaned in a teasing tone, fully aware of why she’d chosen to leave his team. “How are these guys treating you?”

  “It’s like a whole bunch of big brothers. Don’t mind the looks they might give you.” Holly told him, smiling brightly as he glanced around. “I think it’s a bit more hectic at times but I love it.” Her eyes met Aaron’s again and she sipped her drink, some fruity concoction that she’d forgotten the name of. She looked around the building, admiring the red material draped around the high ceilings and the general feel of the high-class place. She’d be getting used to this working for the clients that she was. Her phone vibrated in her purse that was draped over her arm, only holding what she needed.

  Holly excused herself to use the restroom after she glanced at it with a small smile, walking out of the crowded dining room and down the hallway into a quieter area. She saw the bathrooms ahead of her as footsteps followed her, making her glance back. Aaron approached her, his eyes searching the area as they focused on one door and took her arm. He opened it, pulling her inside and closing it to darkness as she gasped. “What is this?”

  “Storage closet. What is that asshole doing here?” Aaron asked her, slipping his hands around her slim waist and pulling her against him.

  “Manny? Aaron, he’s my former boss and what happened isn’t his fault. Stop that.” Holly hissed, silenced as he kissed her hungrily. She tasted the whiskey on his breath and shivered as she thought back to the night he’d had too much. His tongue was inside of her and demanding as she pulled him closer, feeling him lift her onto something that seemed soft enough as she wrapped her legs around his waist. “I want you.” Holly moved her mouth down to his jaw, her body on fire as she nipped at him and heard him unzip his pants as she sighed in relief.

  “I wanted you all night.” Aaron slipped a hand between them, moving her thong aside just from feeling alone and teasing her with his fingers as she moaned. “One look from you and I’m ready to go down on my fucking knees.” He slipped one inside as she dropped her head back, sliding in and out. “I knew that you were wet the entire time for me just by looking at you.”

  “I like watching you behind the bench, all passion and power. I like it as much as I liked watching you play.” Holly told him, breathless in the dark, not knowing his next move. She knew that they were risking a lot sneaking away like this but couldn’t find it inside of her to care as he spread her legs and drove himself inside of her. “Aaron…oh…harder.”

  “I am taking you to my room tonight and fucking the hell out of you tonight after this. I just can’t wait to be inside of you.” Aaron promised her as he took her slow and rough, pinning her body against his in the room. They stopped talking and moved together to find their needed release after a long night of want, with Holly breaking right before he did. Aaron thrust one more time before dropping back and letting her fall against him as his hands drifted down her thighs. “Garters? You’re wearing only those tonight, Holly.”

  “That’s what I was hoping for.” She whispered back, feeling his kiss as she parted her lips for him.

  They left the room separately and both went in to repair their appearance, feeling like they’d gotten away with it. Holly calmed her hair down and cleaned up the smeared lipstick before replacing it carefully. She blotted her face with a damp towel to even out the pink spots and fixed her clothes as she looked critically at herself. Aaron was standing right at the entrance of the dining room on his phone as she passed, her body still pulsing for him.

  She returned to the table, happy to see that their food was being brought out. She was starving now. Holly sat by Phil and Walter as they got to talking, happily cracking and eating her dinner as she moaned over it. Aaron came back over and dug into his steak, glancing at her for a few seconds every now and then as he talked with some of the other guys. It was a very festive group, eating and drinking until they started leaving in pairs and groups. “Want to head out?” Tanner asked her, yawning from the few beers that he’d enjoyed.

  “I’m going to enjoy one more drink with the guys but I’ll catch a cab back to the hotel.” Holly prom
ised him, watching him nod and look carefully at the group before heading out. She looked at Aaron, standing up and saying his farewells to Pat as he shot her a look. Everyone seemed to be calling it a night and since nobody had heard her excuse with Tanner, she slipped out front with Aaron casually. “How do we do this?” Her voice was a whisper and he stared at her before replying.

  “I’ll take the first cab and head up to the room. Follow me with your own.” She nodded, watching him step away and into a car before she did the same. Holly hoped that nobody was watching as she pulled away from the curb and her own hotel, ending up at his as she walked to his room ready for more.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  Their affair continued the same way for a couple of months. Aaron always managed to make time for them, be it after a game at home on somewhere on the road. He romanced her as much as anybody could without their relationship being known. They both hated it, but the season was busy and they made do with being satisfied by the time that they did have. Nobody seemed to be catching on and Holly felt both relieved and disappointed in that.

  Some of the players asked her out along the way, after a little time had passed since she started. Holly always told them that she was flattered and that she didn’t feel right about that, given her position with the team. It was the stock answer but not the one that she could give Aaron, choosing to run back to his bed every chance she got so they could enjoy the way they knew and loved each other’s bodies.

  They were on a week-long trip when she started feeling sick, assuming that she’d picked up a virus from one of the games. Though she kept herself really healthy, there were thousands of people at any given arena and it was bound to happen. She was resting in Aaron’s bed in Minnesota, smiling at the way that he was fussing over her and insisting that she eat. “I’m okay. I’ll kick this, Aaron. It’s just been busy with the couple of injuries and the traveling.” She’d tried to insist on sleeping in her own room but he loved having her in his, making her relent and find a cab after she’d passed on the team dinner. “I just need sleep.”