“Max, you picked her up at her house. Did you see this clown she is dating?”
He shakes his head. “Nope, got there and she was already outside.” He turns and walks on the plane.
“I don’t like this,” Matthew says. “Why the secrecy?”
“Because it just happened and I want to see where things go before my two hot heads scare him away.”
“Is it someone from the team? I swear to God if I found out one of those imbeciles touched you they’re dead,” he says, walking up the stairs. “Dead.” I hear him talking as I follow him on the plane and see that Max is sitting by himself in the front seat with his earphones in, watching something on his phone. I sit next to him as he looks at me sideways, then looks back at the screen.
Matthew is sitting across from me. “I’m going to be watching you, Aly,” he says with his two fingers at his eyes and then moving them to me. “Be on guard.”
And Max and I can’t help but laugh at him. “This isn’t funny.”
I smile to myself as I close my eyes and think back on the night before.
Chapter Eighteen
Max
“One more period and we get to go fucking home,” Matthew says from across from me as we sit in the locker room between periods.. We’ve been on the road for six days. The only ones really enjoying this are the rookies.
“We need this win,” Phil says from beside me. “We took a beating in Tampa. We can’t lose to Columbus.”
“You need to stay out of the penalty box.” Matthew looks at me and my eyes glare at him. “Calm down, I know you were protecting Luka, but that’s what they want.”
“Okay, so next time I’ll let them poke check him till the puck goes in and smashes his leg. Got it, Captain.” I salute him and get up. Okay, so maybe I’m on edge also. I can’t wait to get home and just be fucking normal. This whole sneaking around bullshit is too much. Yesterday we were almost caught dry humping in her room when her brother came knocking. We can’t even have a private conversation without someone coming in to ask questions. I grab my gloves and go into the hallway on the way to the ice when I see her standing there, leaning against the wall as she types something on her phone. “Hey.”
She smiles, looks around, and then says, “Hey there, pretty boy. You okay?” she asks, seeing something on my face.
“I’m just tired, angel.” I haven’t had a good night’s sleep since we got here. I would fall asleep in her room and then have to sneak back to mine like I’m James fucking Bond.
She looks behind me and then behind her. “How about I stay over at your house tonight?” She crosses her arms over her chest. “Would that perk you up?”
“It’s a start.” And I’m about to touch her when I hear my teammates behind me, so I smile and walk off.
The third period we are on a roll. It’s like we can taste the finish line. Matthew, Phil, and I score one goal each in the first four minutes. I jump back on the ice for what will most likely be my last shift of the game when the goon on the other team cross checks me from the back, making me go flying on my face. Matthew is the first one to grab the guy in a chokehold. I shake my head and look down, seeing blood on the ice. I get up and go straight into the back room, as the doctor is there to put gloves on and the nurse almost closes the door in Allison’s face when I speak up.
“Leave the door open, it’s small in here.” It’s a fucking broom closet.
The doctor checks the gash under my chin. “I think we can glue this one,” he says and I look up at Allison.
“It’s a cut,” I say loudly, pretending to look at the doctor, but in fact, I’m saying it so Allison can know. I’m finished by the time the guys walk into the room. I’m showered before everyone else, grabbing my bag, and walking out of the room. I see Allison at the end in a small office closing up her stuff. Looking around to make sure no one is around, I go in, closing the door behind. “Come here, angel,” I tell her, standing with my back against the door.
She comes to me. As she stands in front of me, her hand goes to my chin and she touches where the cut is.
“Angel, I’m fine.” I put my bag down, grabbing her face, bringing my face down, and kissing her lips. Her breath hitches, giving me just the space I need to claim her tongue with mine. The minute her tongue slides with mine my cock wakes up. Fuck, I’m lying. The minute I see her he gets up. It’s like he’s singing ‘mine, mine, mine.’
My hands get lost in her hair as she presses herself to me, both of us forgetting where we are when we hear the guys walking down the hall.
She pulls away. “Two hours.” She rubs her hands on my chest. She finally pushes away from me and I stand up, opening the door, and seeing Matthew coming out of the room looking down. I wait at the door as he stops here also.
“Is your boyfriend picking you up?” he asks and Allison smiles.
“As if I would make him come to that ambush. Nope, Max is taking me home.”
“I can drive you home,” Matthew pipes in and I know he’s full of shit. He’s dying to get back to Karrie.
“Isn’t Karrie waiting for you?” Allison asks, putting her bag over her shoulder and picking up her luggage.
“Fine, but you.” He points at me. “You see this fucking clown I want a picture and I would be okay if you roughed him up a bit.”
I shake my head and laugh at him.
“I mean, not like punches, but tell him I’m scary and shit.”
“Yeah, you’re so scary. I still have pictures of you with eye shadow,” Allison says, walking out before us. “Green is not your color.”
“I can’t say no to my girls.” He shrugs his shoulders.
The bus ride is quiet with everyone doing their own thing and the plane ride is even worse. Many of the guys nod out while I watch, I don’t even know what I’m watching. I can’t concentrate on anything with Allison sitting next to me, her head falling on my shoulder.
When we all make it off the plane we walk to the car, getting in without a word. I pull off as a couple of cars follow me, but I still reach over, grabbing her hand, and she leans in a bit.
“I need to shower before I come to bed,” she says, walking into the bedroom, dropping her bag in the corner.
I pick it up and bring it into my closet, placing it in the middle of the room. She follows me, opens her bag, grabs her stuff, and then walks to the bathroom. The need to follow her is like trying to catch my next breath. But she’s nothing if not someone who needs to be respected and cherished, even if my balls have turned a shade of blue and I’m pretty sure I’ve gotten two more calluses from jerking off so much. I wait for her in the bed. I flip through the channels, stopping on the highlights from last night’s game.
She walks out of the bathroom, her hair tied again on the top of her head, and she wears booty shorts and a gray T-shirt. It’s nothing sexy, no lace, no silk, no garters, yet it’s the sexiest thing I have ever seen. She places her knee on the bed and then crawls over to me. She sits on me, her pussy right over my cock, which is ready to start this party. She leans in and kisses me. This time I let her take what she needs.
“So this is going to be really awkward, but I need to tell you something,” she says, using her finger to trace some of the ink on my shoulder.
“Awkward I can do,” I say, trying to ease her. “What’s the matter?” I have to be honest I thought she was going to tell me she got her period. The last thing I expected was what she said.
“So I’m a virgin.” She throws her hands up. “I mean, I’ve done stuff, lots of stuff.”
“Not interested in hearing about the stuff you did with other men, angel, when you’re sitting on my cock,” I counter.
She rolls her eyes. “You are aware that there is a website out there that rates all athletes in the sex area, right?”
I look at her. “What?”
“So say we have sex. I can go onto this website and tell them about my experience and rate you.”
I’m shocked. I mean, I knew that
puck bunnies all stood together and they all spoke, but to have a website. “Did you read them?” I ask her and she looks down.
“I did and then I couldn’t take it, so I blocked the site so I wouldn’t be tempted to go back.” She looks up. “You’re very well rated.”
“Again not interested in talking about sex with other people,” I tell her, about to toss her off of me.
“Well, since we are dating I thought you would like to know I’m not as experienced as you are.” And that is the last thing she says before I flip her off of me and put her under me.
“You’re untouched,” I tell her, looking into her eyes as she rolls them. “It’s not like I didn’t have the opportunity. It just never felt—”
I don’t let her finish. I just crush my lips on hers, and her legs wrap around my waist, where she locks her ankles at my back.
“I don’t deserve you,” I tell her in between breathing and kissing her. “I deserve nothing that you are giving me.”
She lets my lips go as well as my waist as she says, “You deserve everything.”
“I will never force you to do anything you don’t want to do,” I say as she rubs her finger on my lips.
“You can try, but I’d pretty much kick you in the balls and then cut them off.” She laughs, trying to make a joke out of it. “Max. I have never been one to be persuaded into doing things I don’t want to do. So if the time is right and we have sex it’s going to be something that I decide and not you.”
“So we take this one step at a time,” I tell her, bending my head to kiss her neck and then suck it a bit. “Is it barbaric to want to put my mark on you? Kind of like she’s mine.”
And she tosses her head back and laughs. “It’s funny you say that because I kept thinking the same thing today when we walked into the plane and the flight attendants were all like ‘I can get you what you need.’” She mimics the girl. “Ugh, really, bitch, he doesn’t need coffee. It’s fucking midnight.”
“You’re jealous?” I kiss her.
“You have a website that rated your dick. It doesn’t get worse than that.”
“You are not allowed to bring that fucking shit up anymore,” I say, biting her lower lip, and then sucking it into my mouth. “I haven’t had sex with someone in over eight months.”
“What?” She opens her mouth. “Impossible.”
“Angel, that is the last of it,” I tell her, rolling her on top of me. “No more fucking talking. I’m tired. I finally get to spend the night fully sleeping without trying to tiptoe down the fucking hall with my shoes. By the way, next time, adjoining rooms.”
“I can’t request that. It’ll be like a flashing ‘I’m getting it on with Max’,” she says and then thinks about it. “That isn’t a bad idea.”
“Tomorrow. I need sleep and you need to get off me or my cock will think it’s time to play and it’s not.”
“Want me to take care of it?” She smiles and wiggles her eyebrows at me, laughing in my chest at the end.
“Good night, angel.” I kiss her as she turns on her side and I turn into her.
“Um, Max, I can’t sleep with that thing in my back,” she says quietly. “I mean, I’m a virgin, but you know.”
“Shut up, Allison,” I say, turning around and squishing my cock into the mattress, and I swear I hear him groan. It takes me about two minutes before I finally fall asleep. I don’t even know how long I sleep. All I know is I wake up and the bed is empty next to me, so I get up and go about finding my girl. I walk around the wall and hear her.
“Hey there, princess.” She is talking to the cat. “Did you have fun while we were gone?” She picks her up, kissing her face, and bringing her into the kitchen. “Did you have a big party with your cat friends?”
And my cat is listening to every single word she says as she takes out some food and puts some on the plate. The cat jumps out of her arms and walks away while Allison starts the coffee and opens the fridge, taking out the milk as she looks up. Her hair is down now.
“Morning,” she says as she opens cupboards to find two cups. She finally finds them on the fourth try. “Coffee or orange juice?”
I walk to her, taking her in, standing in my kitchen, barefoot again, one foot on top of the other. Her camisole strap is falling down on one shoulder, showing me that she isn’t wearing a bra. I grab her by her waist and put her on the counter again, putting her hair over her shoulder, leaning down, and sucking right where her camisole starts, right above the swell of her breast.
“Max,” she whispers, looking down at me as her legs dangle.
I lift my head, looking down at the red mark. “Perfect,” I say then kiss her good morning.
Chapter Nineteen
Allison
“Let’s go, people,” I yell, running down the hall at the rink. It’s the day that we go and visit the hospital. It’s been two weeks of ‘dating’ and I’m fit to be tied. I can’t get enough of him. We can be watching television and I look up and crawl on his lap just to kiss him, because I fucking can. We’ve mastered dry humping and kissing. We spend the majority of time at his place, since it’s our safe haven of sorts. Plus, I wouldn’t be surprised if Cooper got the cameras hooked up to his phone. “How are you guys not ready? It’s been forty minutes.” I look at my watch, seeing that they all arrived here forty minutes ago. “The bus is waiting,” I say as the guys start walking out.
We are traveling again after the hospital, so everyone met here as it’s easier. “Here, wear this.” Matthew throws his jersey at me and I look down at it. “So they know you’re with us.”
“I don’t need to wear your shirt,” I tell him, opening up my jacket and showing him the T-shirt I have underneath is of the team’s logo. I won’t take off my jacket because then he will see that it’s Max’s name on the back. When I walked in the kitchen this morning wearing it, well, you can say my guy was more than happy because it led to a heavy make out session, “Fuck you make me lose control.” He whispered. “We don’t have time for this.”
As my tongue mixed with his. “I can help you,’ I said as my hand cupped his cock over his jeans, rubbing up and down, his moan drowned out by mine.
“Next time,” he said as I laughed at him trying to postion his cock in his pants before walking out to the car.
Now here we are all heading to the bus on our way over to the hospital. Once we get there we all make it to the fourth floor where Denise and Steve are there waiting for us. She comes to me, hugging me, and thanking me for doing this.
“Shall we?” she says. “Half will be with Steve and half will be with me,” she adds as half of the guys go one way and the other half go the other. Max and I both follow Denise. “The first patient is Katie, thirteen. She has Lymphoma. Diagnosed six months ago and is in her second round of chemo. She just shaved her head again, and she is having a hard time with it.”
I walk next to Max as he walks in first with eight other guys.
“Hey there, Katie,” he says and the other guys all follow his lead as he sits with her and they talk about everything. She asks them all questions.
“How many of you have a girlfriend?”
Denise and I stand by the door and giggle. Such a girl question. Most of the guys say no because they are mostly the rookies and are ‘playing the pussy’ as the guys call it. When it’s Max’s turn, I stand here waiting for his answer.
“I have a girlfriend.”
The rookies all howl at him.
“Ignore these rats.” He smiles.
They spend ten more minutes with her and then Denise takes them to the next one.
I wait for them to walk out before giving her a team bag so she can put all the stuff in.
“He’s so cute,” the little girl says as her mom smiles beside her. “He’s my favorite.”
I look around to make sure it’s just me, then lean in, and wink at her. “Mine, too, but don’t tell anyone.” I walk out and by the time the tour is over all the men are silent. Denise th
anks them and hands them a thank you card that they made for them. Everyone gathers around Denise and we do a group photo. I don’t know where I should go and stand, so I go to the right and then look behind me and feel Max’s hand on my shoulder, as his other hand rubs against my other. We smile for the picture and then make our way to the bus. As soon as we pull off the talk starts. Everyone thanking God that their kids are healthy. It’s a little thing, but I have some of the rookies ask if they can go back. It makes my heart burst with pride that I did something so good.
On the bus Ryder is the first to speak up, “Aly, you think that I can go back when I have free time?” he asks from the back of the bus.
“I’m sure that could be arranged.” I look at him.
“Thank you,” Phil says next as Matthew nods his head. “We have never done this and it was so nice to be with the kids.”
“It was beyond awesome,” Ryder says, “seeing all those kids fighting for their lives. It just goes to show...” He looks out the window and everyone is lost in their own thoughts.
We get on the plane again. Everyone is bustling about. I sit down, Max sits next to me, and we watch Game of Thrones together. Once we get to the hotel we all get our keys and I make sure everyone is okay before going up to my room. As soon as I open my door and drop my bag, I hear a knock coming from the door in the corner. Getting up and opening it, I see it’s Max.
“How the hell did you manage this?” I ask him as he comes into my room and puts his hand on my face before taking my lips under his. My hand goes to his waist as I pick up his shirt, putting my hands on his skin. He lets go of my mouth, groans out, and puts his head back. I’m about to rip his shirt off of him when someone knocks at my door. Max steps back into his room as I close the door and yell, “Coming.” I swing the door open to find Matthew there.
“Jesus, what the hell were you doing?” he says, looking at me up and down. “Your hair is messed up and everything.” He puts his hand on his mouth. “Oh my God,” he shrieks out loud as Max opens his door and comes outside. “Were you having face sex?”
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