“Oh, this is good.” She couldn’t tell what kind it was, but she came from a Scottish family and knew good scotch when she tasted it.
“I’m glad you like it. I really don’t drink more than a beer or two that often, but when I do, I like the good stuff.” They chatted about this and that as they finished their drinks.
“Keith?”
“Um, hm?”
“Would you mind if I took a quick shower?”
He didn’t even bother answering her. He just picked her up, putting her glass down on the table in the process, and carried her into his bathroom, where he stripped all of their clothes off. She experienced orgasm number one in that shower.
“Fuck!” Pip was grabbing the windowsill as Keith continued his intense assault on her clit. “Oh my God! Oh, please.” No sooner had those words come out of her mouth than she felt him insert one finger and then another into her.
He felt her tightening around his fingers almost immediately. His cock throbbed with wanting, but his fucking condoms were in his fucking bedroom. He’d have to wait for his own release.
“Yes!” She moaned loudly, thrashing her head from side to side as she came. He continued to lick her more and more softly until she gently pushed him away.
“Wow. That was really great, Keith. I mean really great. But you didn’t… I mean you…”
“Oh, don’t worry, Pip. We’re nowhere near done.”
She smiled down at him and reached for his hands, pulling him up. Kissing him was thrilling and a bit erotic to her as she could taste herself on his lips. They washed each other again, enjoying every caress.
When Keith turned the water off, Pip’s body language told him she was nervous again. She wasn’t even aware that she was rubbing her arms or biting her lip. “Pip. Spill it. Why are you so nervous? I mean, you did enjoy that, didn’t you?” He didn’t think she could have faked that reaction.
“Oh, yes! For sure. You know I did.”
“Then what is it? Hey, if you don’t want me inside you, that’s okay. I told you. You can say no anytime.” Please, please don’t say no.
“It’s nothing. Let’s go to your bed.”
He actually laughed—again. He laughed a lot around her, and he enjoyed it. “No, it’s something. Tell me. I promise not to judge you or laugh.”
“Well, you promise not to throw me out?”
“Of course. What is it? You have a boyfriend? A girlfriend? What?”
“That was the first orgasm I’ve ever had that I didn’t give myself, and—I’m a virgin.” Those last three words were out so quickly, he wasn’t sure he heard her correctly. She jumped out of the shower, and walked quickly toward the bedroom, Keith right on her heels.
“Pip.” He wrapped his fingers around her arm and turned her around to face him, a bit surprised at her admission. “I don’t know if I’m the right guy for this. But if you’re sure, I’d be honored to be your first. I promise I’ll do everything I can to make it good for you.”
“Really? You’re not going to freak out and make me leave?”
“No. You’re an adult. You know what you want. We’ve both made it very clear that we’re not looking for a relationship, and we’re not going to hurt each other. I’d like to make love to you, Pip, if you still want me to.”
“I do. I guess I’m just a little scared.”
“That’s okay. If you can trust me, I can promise to make it good for you.” He kissed her gently, trying to put her at ease as he pushed her back against the bed until her legs hit.
Pip responded by wrapping her arms around him and rubbing her tongue against his in a way that made him moan in appreciation. His sounds encouraged her further. Leaning back, she fell to the bed, taking him with her. She wrapped her legs around his hips, feeling his hard cock pushing against the core of her body.
“Pip. I need to get a condom.”
“You’re going to do it already?”
“No, baby. Not just yet.” He knew she was a little scared of the unknown, and he didn’t want to have to stop when he was ready to enter her in order to put the condom on. “I just want to be ready for you.”
“Oh, okay.” She watched as he tore the package open, but stopped him before he placed it on his rigid cock. “Can I do it? Show me how.”
He guided her hands as she rolled the condom down over him. “Jesus. Your hands feel great.” His body shuddered, showing the truth of his words. His reaction made her bolder and she stroked him again. “Ah, yeah. That’s good, Pip.”
“Can I, um lick it?”
“Oh God, no.” At her forlorn look, he explained. “It’s not that I don’t want you to—God, I do—it’ll just be over too soon. But later…” He let that sentence go as he grabbed her hands and placed them behind his neck again as his hands methodically explored her body. He took her lips with his and kissed her gently, slowly adding pressure, and then slipping his tongue inside until she was arching against him.
When more foreplay caused her breath to come out in short, urgent puffs, his fingers wandered down to stroke her until she was wriggling impatiently beneath him. She was slick and swollen with need. He gently eased himself inside of her, but stopped when she stiffened up. “You’re sure about this?”
“Yes. Please, just do it.”
He lowered his lips to hers once more and kissed her until she was clawing at his back. When she started moaning, he entered her with one quick thrust. She again stiffened against him, but it didn’t take more than a minute of his caressing and kissing to have her hips arching against him in need.
“That wasn’t so bad. And now it’s—good. Oh God. It’s really good.”
Using the last of his condoms, he was able to please her—and himself—twice more before the dawn broke. After making her breakfast and kissing her one last time, they parted ways. It was a great night and neither one of them had any regrets. He never did find out why she was leaving, but in the grand scheme of things, he didn’t really need to know.
* * * *
Later that day, Keith made himself go food shopping, a chore he hated. Strolling down the cereal aisle, he came across a most pleasant surprise. The delivery girl was there.
“Kelly, right?”
The sight that met him when she turned to fully face him, made his knees weak. Her short, blonde hair was curled charmingly around her face, with long bangs that swept across her forehead before being tucked behind her ear. Full, lightly glossed lips immediately sent erotic thoughts to his brain as he pictured them on him. She looked like she was all sugar and spice, but he already knew she wasn’t to be trifled with.
“Yeah. Hey, Lambert. You do your own shopping? I figured you rich guys had people to do that for you.” He could tell she was yanking his chain by the slight upward curve of her lips.
“Thought I’d see how the other half lives, you know?” He leaned over and looked in her basket. “Frozen dinners, eggs, cereal, and fat free yogurt? That’s it? Where’s the steak and potatoes?”
“I’m trying out for the ice girls this year. Have you seen the outfits they make them wear? No steak and potatoes for me. Not until I make the team, anyway. I’m plump enough.” She slapped herself on the butt, as if to prove her point.
“Are you kidding? You’re gorgeous. Don’t change into one of those girls who don’t eat.” He teasingly snuck a peek at her bottom, but his voice was thick when he said again, “Gorgeous.”
Kelly’s blush covered just about her entire face. Keith couldn’t help himself as he brushed his thumb along her bottom lip. When he realized he was about two seconds away from mauling her in a grocery store, he backed up with an unsteady step. “Sorry. I forgot about the no hitting on you thing.”
“No, you didn’t. But I have to say, you’re pretty good at it. Well, it was good seeing you again. I have to get going.” She patted his chest as she walked past him down the aisle. He turned around just in time to see her checking out his ass, and he let her know he caught her.
“I k
new it. You want me.” He was gifted with her lovely laughter again as she turned the corner and slipped away from his sight.
Chapter 5
Training camp was crazy as usual. Keith was slowly getting to know the guys and how they played. To his frustration, he still couldn’t score on Vlad.
“Come on, Bejsiuk. Give me a fucking inch somewhere!”
Vlad ignored him, looking totally in the zone. Keith sent another hard wrist shot his way, going for the five-hole. It bounced away neatly as it hit Vlad’s pads, and sailed safely off to the right.
“Ha! Denied again O’Capitan!” Ace’s mouth never stopped. Never.
Vlad came out of the net and gave Ace his spot. Before he went off to the side, he skated over to Keith. “Skate around the net, fast, and then come back to about six feet in front of him. Shoot the puck over his right shoulder. He’ll miss it. Guaranteed. And the kid won’t listen to me.”
Keith did as Vlad said and scored on Ace easily.
“See?”
“Sure do.”
“You got lucky. Try it again.” Ace settled into his net and hunched down a bit, ready for Keith’s onslaught.
A carbon copy of the first goal, the second went in just as easily. “You’re turning too much when the puck’s behind you, and you can’t get back into position fast enough. You don’t need to turn your whole body like that.”
“Save your breath. I tell him that all the time. So does the coach.”
“Bite me, Impaler. I’ll get it.”
Keith took two more shots the same way at Ace. One went in, one he caught in his glove. It was definitely something he needed to work on.
After the team was done with practice for the day, the girls took to the ice to battle for a spot on the ice girls team. Talk about something hot enough to melt the ice. Scantily clad, beautiful girls doing drills that included a limbo—yes, please lean back so your shirt rides up—and bending over their shovels to scoop up the snow—cleavage galore!
Keith was on the balcony of the second floor looking down onto the rink. He was chatting with the general manager of the Scorpions while the candidates ran through the various drills. One of the first girls fell when her toe pick dug into the ice upon leaving the box, but she picked herself right back up with a smile.
“So, what do you think of the guys?” Henry, the GM, asked him.
“I’m still getting to know them, but they’re obviously a talented bunch. I think we’ll all work well together.”
“Good. That’s what I want to hear. Let me know if you come across any problems.” Henry took his leave and left Keith on the balcony, essentially alone. Two other coaches were up there, but they were having a heated discussion about goalie training exercises.
Keith’s eyes drifted down to land on a particularly cute potential ice girl. Man, he had it bad. He even felt guilty about having sex with Pip. How stupid was that? He wasn’t dating Kelly—yet. He was still looking at her when Ace walked out.
“Ah, my favorite day of training camp. Hot girls in skimpy clothes.” He pointed to a busty girl with long flowing chestnut locks. “Jesus, would you look at that one? Yeah, that’s it, honey. Bend down low. A little lower—BAM! Christ, would you look at that ass. Man, I’d like to plow myself into that. Damn!”
Keith looked at him, shaking his head in disgust. “Are you for real? What the hell’s the matter with you?”
“Huh? What are you gay or something?” Ace didn’t even spare him a glance. He was too busy making hand gestures, pretending he was grabbing the girl’s ass.
“No, I’m not gay, but I’m also not fifteen.”
“Oh, come on. Pick one out. Not my girl though. I’ll be banging her in a couple of hours.”
“You’re pretty sure of yourself, Hawthorn.” Keith almost wished he had Ace’s confidence. Not his arrogance though. He could keep that.
“No reason not to be. I have a mirror. I know how hot I am. All I have to do is crook my finger and they’re half-naked before they reach me. It’s almost too easy. So which one do you want?”
“None of them. I was just talking to Henry out here.” And then looking at Kelly.
Ace followed Keith’s gaze. “The fat chick with no hair?”
“Fat? There’s not a fat girl down there. And if you’re referring to the curvy girl with the short, blonde hair, I think she’s cute. No, actually, I think she’s smoking hot.” Keith was beginning to like Ace less and less. Vlad warned him that would happen if he spent too much time with him.
“I think her name’s Kelly. I’ve seen her around at practices and skating in the rink. She hangs out with some of the girls I’ve dated. I wouldn’t waste my time though, she doesn’t put out.”
“Okay. I get it. All you think about is sex. Next subject.”
“Just trying to help you out, man. Blue balls ain’t fun for anybody.” With that parting remark, Ace left him alone on the balcony once more where he continued to watch Kelly skate a bit longer before leaving himself.
* * * *
It was the Saturday before their first preseason game, which meant that Keith was off to the beach party. He picked up Brandon Marcoux on the way, along with a cooler full of Molson.
“Hey, Keith. Where’s Vlad? I figured he’d be with you.”
“Nah. He’s picking up Manny.” Manny Parsons was the Scorpions’ enforcer. At six foot two and two hundred-ten pounds, he was a good protector to have on your team.
When they pulled into the small parking lot, Keith wished he was driving something smaller than his crew cab pickup, but with some finagling, he managed to squeeze into a corner spot. “Looks pretty packed already.”
“It’s San Diego. We’re at the beach. It’s always packed.”
Keith caught a flash of a hot pink top and curly, blonde hair out of the corner of his eye as he was pulling the cooler off of the tailgate. Taking a better look, he confirmed that it was Kelly. He came very close to dropping the cooler on his foot. Be cool! “Hey, Kelly. How are you?”
“Hey, Keith. I’m great. How are you?” Kelly stopped next to him and gave him a sunny smile. He thought he actually heard some brain cells pop. She looked incredible.
I’m great too. We had sex last night. Yeah, yeah it was all in my head, but… “Fine. I’m fine. How are you? Oops, already asked and answered. I guess people are just used to saying that when someone asks them how they are, you know? I mean I know I asked you first, but I guess I forgot, you know? It’s good to see you again, though. I mean I’ve seen you since the last time, but you know, I mean to talk to you again, you know?” Seen you since the last time? What the fuck is wrong with me? And could I fucking say “you know?” about ten more times.
Kelly looked at him, cocking her head at his strange attitude. “Uh-huh. Um, you okay?”
“Yeah, yeah. Of course. I just meant… Forget it. How were skating tryouts? You looked good out there.”
“You were watching me? I’m not sure if I should be flattered or creeped out.”
“Honey, we all watch the ice girls.” Brandon decided Keith had floundered enough and chimed in to throw the poor guy a lifeline. “Brandon Marcoux. Nice to meet you.”
She shook his proffered hand, and the three of them started walking toward the beach.
“So you all watch us. Really? Well, I guess that’s to be expected. I mean we are wearing those skimpy outfits and all. It’s not like we don’t watch you guys getting all sweaty and hot on the ice.” She gave an exaggerated flip of her nonexistent hair, gaining a hearty chuckle from both of them, and Keith started to relax.
“Good to know. Maybe next practice, I’ll practice without a shirt on—give you girls something to really look at.” Brandon was an easy flirt.
“Can’t say I’d say no to that. Oh, there’s Zoe. I’ll catch you guys later.”
Keith found his tongue just in time to say, “Bye.”
“Man, you’re smooth, Keith, you know? Real smooth, you know? Like her, do you? I think you do, you
know?”
“Fuck off, Marcoux.”
Brandon playfully slugged him in the arm and took the cooler from him, setting it down beneath the big white tent, out of the sun. He opened the lid and fished out a couple of beers. “Want one?”
“Nah. Not yet, thanks. I’m going to walk around, maybe stick my feet in the water.”
“That loosely translates into you’re going to go stalk Kelly?”
Keith couldn’t deny it. “Something like that.”
* * * *
Kelly walked over to join the group of girls who’d made the cut to become ice girls, but veered off before she reached them to greet Zoe first. “Hi, Zoe.”
“Hi. Kelly, right?”
“You got it.” Kelly had only met Zoe briefly when she had bumped into her while she was in the office handing in her paperwork to the human resources manager.
“Are you excited for tomorrow? First game as an ice girl.”
“Actually, I’m a bucket of nerves! It’s silly to feel that way, I guess. I’m a great skater, and we’ve all been practicing with the shovels and making sure we’re in the right formation to clear the ice quickly. It’s just that we haven’t done it in front of twenty-thousand people before.”
After taking a swallow of bottled water, Zoe said, “You girls will be fine. Try to block the crowd out. See the ice and only the ice. Concentrate on your goal and forget all the rest. I’ll bet after the first period is over, you’ll all feel like pros.”
“I hope so. I…” Her thoughts shut down as she watched Keith take his shirt off and dive into the ocean. He really was a joy to look at.
“Ah, so it’s Keith, is it?”
“Huh? Is what Keith?” Kelly tore her eyes away from him and returned her attention to Zoe, but she could feel herself blushing.
“Um hmm. You have the hots for him, don’t you? You can’t fool me. I study people for a living. I saw your eye wander to him before at the rink. He’s a good pick. From what I know of him, he’s a genuinely nice guy. He doesn’t sleep around either. At least he’s never been talked about. He was in a steady relationship before he came out here.”
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