“What?” I screech, spitting wine all over our cream carpets. “No, I have my hands full trying to keep Miller at bay.”
“Chill out, I’m joking,” she laughs as I do my best to mop up my spilled wine with the edge of my shirt. “But to answer your question, I really don’t know. Maybe I like him or maybe I just like getting with him, I’m not sure.” She takes another long drink of wine then smirks back at me. “When you said you have your hands full with Miller. Did you mean literally or figuratively? I mean, your hands would be extremely full with that one.”
I can’t help but laugh along as she raises her eyes brows in curiosity. “I saw it when he dropped his towel in the locker room and most definitely felt it pressed up against my ass at his party, and let me tell you, anybody who has their hands around that would definitely have full hands. But no, I meant figuratively and you know it.”
“Seriously? What’s stopping you? He’s clearly into you and it’s pretty damn obvious you like him too. Match made in heaven. Just do it already so you can come back and tell me how good it was.”
“God, Sophie, put down the wine,” I laugh. “And no, you know why I can’t get involved with him. He’s not the relationship kind of guy, and I’m not ready to get trampled on all over again by another loser looking for a good screw.”
“Come on, already. You know what they say, right?” she smirks and waits for me to give her my undivided attention. “The way to get over a guy is to get under another,” she laughs.
“Oh, god,” I groan. “You know my problem isn’t getting over Brett, right?” I ask.
“I know, I just really wanted to use that line, and besides, maybe Miller is the exception.”
“You’re such a dork,” I say doing my best to ignore her comments, I mean, what if he is the exception?
She falls to her hands and knees and crawls along the carpet like some kind of wildcat until she’s bowling me over. “You love me,” she says, then jumps to her feet, pulling me along. “Now, you’ve got me drunk so let’s go and party.”
“Jared?” I call down the hallway.
“What?” he yells back.
“You up for a night of drinking and dancing?”
“Fuck, yeah.”
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“Alright guys, where’s Mr. January?” I ask as I make my way into the guy’s locker room to find them all topless, rubbed down in baby oil and giving me very unimpressed glares. “Hey, don’t look at me that way,” I scold. “You’re the idiots who agreed to do this shit in the first place,” I laugh, taking way too much satisfaction out of this.
My eyes land on Miller and instantly take in his impressive body as his jeans ride dangerously low on his hips, making it quite obvious that he’s going commando. Which reminds me that he still holds my thong captive. His broad shoulders and hard chest, put on the perfect show as my eyes lower down his body, leading me to his sculptured abs, narrow waist and perfect ‘V’. Then there’s the arms and God, they look good, but they feel even better wrapped around my body.
Miller's eyes dance as he watches me take him in, knowing exactly the effect he has on me. I push my thoughts aside and do my best to get back on track.
Bobby grumbles something extremely inappropriate as he gets up from the bench. I run over to his bag, grab his skates and hockey stick then rush out of the room with Bobby dawdling behind, though, I don’t miss the scowl Miller shoots in his direction.
Sophie smirks when she sees us enter our little makeshift studio and begins getting busy fiddling with the lighting.
“Alright, Bobby,” I tell him. “Lose the pants.”
He groans but does as he’s told, making sure to keep a hand covering his junk at all times. I grab his skates and tie the laces together at the ends. I sling it over his shoulder, positioning it just right, so his skate covers his groin. “Ah, perfect,” I smile, grabbing his stick and laying it across his shoulders. He reaches up and casually loops his arms over either end of the stick and begins working his body.
“You’re a pro at this,” Sophie says as I get to work, clicking away on the camera. “If the whole hockey thing doesn’t work out, you should go into modelling.”
He groans at her ongoing commentary, but we can tell he secretly loves it.
I move onto the next guy, then the next, all as equally embarrassed but secretly thrilled to be there. “Jaxon, you’re up,” I shout through the open door.
Two seconds later, he comes strolling out, looking as confident as ever. “Where do you want me, babe?” he asks, flexing his pecs.
Ugh. “Follow me,” I groan, leading him into the weights room in the rink. I turn away from him to adjust the setting on my camera. “Ok,” I say turning back around to find him smirking at me with hooded eyes, butt naked as the day he was born with a massive erection pointing right at me. “Whoa, what the hell Jaxon?” I screech, turning away again, holding a hand to my eyes to block out the image.
“Sorry, babe. I’m covered in baby oil, butt naked in a room with a hot chick. What do you expect?” he says, taking a step towards me.
“Hold it right there, buddy,” I say, holding both my hands up to stop his advance. “Go and get yourself sorted out.”
I hurry out of the room, not looking back to see where Jaxon goes and head back down to the locker room, this time walking straight in. “Hey,” Aaron asks, spotting me launch myself through the door as he comes out of the showers. “How do I get this slimy shit off me? It won’t go away.”
I laugh and shrug my shoulders. “I don’t know. That’s a question for Sophie, go find her,” I tell him as I make my way over to Miller.
“That was fast,” he comments, noticing how quickly I finished up with Jaxon.
“Yeah,” I laugh. “He had a little trouble controlling himself,” I explain.
Miller’s face darkens and I see the anger in his eyes. “Did he try anything on you?” he asks.
“Nah,” I tell him. “Well, he might have but I got out of there before he had the chance.”
“Good,” he grunts.
God, I love how he’s becoming territorial over me and just that little bit possessive. Could he be the exception? It would be so good if he was. I could see myself falling so deeply in love with the guy, it’s crazy.
“Hey Tank” I call. He turns and grunts at me. “Can you get your skates on? I’ve got something different for you guys."
They give each other a curious glance but shrug it off and get started putting their skates on. “I’m not going naked with Miller, if that’s what you want,” Tank tells me.
“Don’t stress,” I laugh. “You guys even get to keep your pants on for this.”
“Damn,” Miller murmurs under his breath as he finishes tying his skates.
They both stand and face me, waiting for directions. “Grab your sticks and pucks,” I tell them, then instantly break into laughter as they grab their dicks, cackling at their own wit. God, they are idiots. “Your other sticks and pucks,” I confirm, turning away and heading back up the hallway to the entrance of the ice.
I open the barrier gate and look out onto the ice, trying to work out how I’m going to get into the center without making an ass of myself. Miller comes up behind me and places his hands on my waist. “You didn’t think this through, did you?” he smirks.
“Nope.”
He scoops me up in his warm arms as he steps onto the ice, effortlessly gliding around. Tank hops on after me but doubles back when he sees Sophie approaching the gate. “Where do you want us?” Miller asks.
“Just drop me in the center, then you guys are going to show off a little.” He smirks in satisfaction as Sophie squeals from the side. I glance over to find her hanging over Tanks shoulder as he glides towards us.
Miller puts me down and not long after, I have Sophie standing beside me, gripping onto Tank’s arm for balance. “Ok, drop the puck directly in front, then you guys come for it from either side with your sticks out, maybe spray up a bit of ice too,
” I instruct, then take a deeper look around the arena.
Miller and Tank begin to take off when an idea strikes. “Wait, wait, wait,” I say. They stop immediately and turn with curious gazes. “Can we turn the arena lights off and put the spotlights on?” I ask.
“No problem,” Miller says, dashing to the side, jumping the barrier and heading into some kind of control room. The lights suddenly flick off, leaving us in darkness for the shortest moment before the spotlights flick on, creating big circles of light on the ice.
I shuffle over to adjust my position against the spotlight and get Tank to drop the puck right in the center of the ice. “Can you use your stick and pretend like you’re going to hit the puck?” I ask Tank who immediately gets into position. I instantly take a few shots and pull the camera back to have a look at the screen.
“Oh, yeah,” I say leaning towards Sophie. “Check this out,” I tell her.
She takes the camera and studies the screen as a smile takes over her face. “Far out, this is giving me a lady boner,” she declares.
Tank and Miller skate over and take the camera from Sophie’s hands, looking over the pictures. “Not bad,” Tank says and I know coming from him that’s the greatest compliment.
“Thanks, just do it again. I want to try it from a lower angle, getting more of the ice,” I explain. They skate off as I get down on the ice and lay flat on my stomach. “Shit,” I gasp. I look through the camera and hate that I was right. These shots are going to be awesome. I take a few more of the guys then get them to mix it up. “Now, come at each other from the sides and fight for the puck,” I order. They immediately get into action and we spend the next few minutes trying different things.
“I think Miller needs more oil,” Sophie suggests, pulling it from her back pocket.
“Nah, he looks fine,” I tell her suspiciously. When in fact, he looks more than fine.
“Nope,” she smirks. “I really think you ought to help rub more oil into his skin,” she says, flicking the bottle at me. I catch it effortlessly and roll my eyes as she calls him over. “Oh, Miller,” she sings. “Dani needs to rub more oil into your skin,” she explains, which we all know is bullshit because the other guys had to put it on themselves, but he happily plays along anyway.
“Sure,” he says, skating over with a smirk as he comes to a stop right before me. He leans down, wraps his hands under my arms and pulls me to my feet. Holding onto me while I catch my balance.
I squirt the oil into my palm and rub it between my fingers, heating it up before placing it on his skin. I lift my hand to his strong chest and begin rubbing. He groans and I moan as the sexual tension intensifies. Far out. I move my hands lower, rubbing the oil into his abs and enjoying every damn second of it. “Sure you don’t need me to lose my pants?” he murmurs.
“Well, actually, I was thinking I could do the shot with you in the weights room that I was going to do with Jaxon,” I explain, a little breathy.
“Sure, baby,” he whispers, sending thrills through me at the way he calls me baby.
I move the oil down over his arms, then turn him so I can work on his back. “Ok,” I say, giving him a push to give me space. “You’re done,” he goes out to the spotlight once again and turns to face me. “How good is your aim with that puck?” I ask.
He raises an eyebrow in question, but doesn’t respond, just simply turns towards the open barrier gate, shoots the puck and slams it right into the side of the trash can. “Ok, so you’re pretty good,” I say.
He stands silently and a little smugly as he waits to find out what I need him to do. “So, you need to shoot the puck so it comes flying past my face, by a few inches maybe.”
“Ok,” he says, focusing on me. “Just tell me when you’re ready.”
I slide back down to my stomach, feeling my hard nipples rub against the wet material of my bra and shirt and hope that it isn’t too obvious for Miller to see. I get into position and adjust my camera. “Ok, I’m good,” I tell him.
He immediately shoots and just as expected, the puck sails firmly past my face. I hear the whoosh of the air as the puck flies past and I do my best not to flinch. I take as many shots as possible then pull the camera away, immediately bringing up the pictures. Yep. They’re awesome.
“Cool, I got it,” I smile, coming up onto my knees.
Miller and Tank come over to help us off the ice. “Who else have you got left to do?” Miller asks as he places me back down on the ground.
“Just you,” I say.
He gives me a knowing smile then turns to Tank. “Dani’s finished with the guys. Could you send them home?” he asks. Tank grunts and leads Sophie down towards the locker room while Miller takes me by my hand and leads me to the weights room.
He closes the door behind him as we walk deeper into the room. He heads over to the weights then turns back to me. “What do you want?” he asks, sitting down and taking his skates off, and I realize I don’t know if he’s talking about the picture or our situation.
“I don’t know,” I tell him honestly. “Why don’t you try a few things and we’ll figure out what works,” I say, giving him a double meaning.
“Pants or no pants?” he asks, getting up and standing before me with his eyes sparkling in excitement.
“Up to you”
His hand slowly reaches for his button and with practiced moves, he flicks it open. His eyes rest heavily on mine as I raise my camera and begin shooting. He lowers the zip and his jeans gently fall to the ground, revealing his perfect naked body.
Fuck, I’ve never been so turned on in my life.
He turns away and leans over to pick up one of the larger dumbbells, giving me the perfect view of his toned ass. My camera gets a workout as I take shot after shot of his movements. “My ass better not end up in that calendar,” he warns. “Those pictures are just for you.”
He takes a seat on the bench, leans forward just enough to cover himself and begins to curl the weight. Fuck. My mouth waters and I need to mentally slap myself to remember to lift the camera to take the shots. His impressive biceps bulge as he continues his set. Then switches hands, because, not working out the other side would be ridiculous.
He places the weight down on the ground beside him. “Come show me that,” he says indicating to the camera. I step up to him and reach out the camera. He goes to grab it, but instead grasps my arm and gives me a tug. I fall into him as his other hand takes my camera and places it on the ground beside us. He lifts me gently and brings me down on top of him so I straddle his lap.
I feel him grow beneath me and I know I don’t have the strength to resist him any longer.
Chapter 8
Miller
“What are you doing?” she gasps as I bring my lips down on the sensitive skin of her neck, making my way up to her earlobe and giving it a nip.
“What I’ve been needing to do since I first saw you,” I tell her.
Her hands come down on my chest, moulding perfectly into my body as she grinds herself against me. My hands roam over her back and lower to her tight waist. I slip my hands under her shirt and slowly raise it, letting her know my intentions and giving her the chance to stop me.
I raise her shirt up over her head and throw the thin fabric to the floor, revealing her sexy body. My eyes greedily roam over her creamy skin, over her perfect tits that sit full and perky in a red lace bra, the outline of her nipples through her bra as they beg for me to suck them, down her waist, past the belly piercing, and over her curvy, delicious hips. Fuck, this woman is a masterpiece.
She watches me as I take her in before slamming her lips down on mine, giving me what I’ve been craving. I reach behind her and unhook her bra with the quickest flick of my wrist and let it hang open, giving her the choice if she removes it completely or not. She surprises me not two second later when she shrugs the straps off her shoulders and allows it to slide down her arms, revealing her tits to me.
I can’t help myself and dive straight in
. I suck one nipple into my mouth as I take the other in my hand, giving her nipple a firm squeeze. She moans my name and arches her back, giving me more of her. Where the hell has she been all my life? She reaches down between us and takes my cock in her small hand, wrapping her fingers tightly around me and begins to move.
“Fuck,” I groan. I’ve got to taste her.
I twine my arms around her waist and stand up off the bench, lifting her with me as she continues pumping her fist up and down my length, driving me to the edge of no return. I turn on the spot and lower her to the bench, laying her back down, while keeping her nipple firmly in my mouth. I reach down and unclasp the button on her jeans while searching her face for approval.
“Don’t stop,” she moans giving me all I need to keep going. I tug her jeans down her body to reveal yet another black lacy thong. My dick twitches in her hand as she watches me. I hook my fingers in the sides of her thong, stepping just out of her reach as I remove them from her body, leaving her bare for me, and when I say bare, I mean, completely bare. Just perfect.
I lick my lips as I stare down at her naked body. I take my cock in my hand and give it a tight squeeze, willing it to hold on just a little longer. She looks up at me through thick lashes, anticipating my next move. I lean over her as I run my fingers down her body and across the sensitive skin of her pelvis. I run my fingers down her pelvis and between her folds, finding her soaking wet for me.
I rub my thumb over her tight bud and push two fingers deep into her slick heat. Fuck, she’s tight. “Miller,” she gasps. “More,” she demands as I begin to fuck her with my fingers. I drop to my knees before her and push her knees apart, admiring the way she looks with my fingers deep inside her.
The scent of her arousal hits me and I can’t wait any longer. I put my mouth down on her, sucking and licking as she screams my name. Her sweet taste on my tongue is one I will never grow bored of.
I keep going, giving her everything I’ve got. I press down on her clit, making little circles between my fingers and send her completely over the edge. I feel her release on my tongue and I taste every last bit of her arousal. She collapses down on to the bench as I smile up at her from between her legs.
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