Score on Me

by Melody Heck Gatto

  He heard Kat sigh. Obviously she knew.

  After ordering the pizza, he turned to say something to her. Before he could utter a word he saw her slip off her sweater, revealing a black, form fitting Renegades v-neck top.

  Kat looked up and caught him staring. She grabbed for her sweater, trying to quickly cover up. "Wow," he said, his eyes locked on her form fitting tee. The way the fabric hugged her body, the shirt made her already perfect breasts stand out even more. He gulped trying to regain his composure before he continued to speak. "Yeah, so they said twenty minutes. I'm sure we can find something to keep us occupied until then." He flashed her a smile.

  Kat's face turned a deep shade of red as she brushed her hair behind her ear bashfully.

  "And by the way," he added, pulling her to him. "You look amazing," His mouth was watering just being so close to her.

  "Oh," she shyly tried to hide her face. "Thanks."

  He ran his hands down to her ass, making sure to give it a squeeze while he was there. His hard body moved on top of her. Starting at her collar bone he placed small kisses along her skin until he got to her lips.

  Pushing his tongue inside her slightly parted lips, a groan rumbled from the back of her throat. His tongue twisted with hers. His hand slid under her shirt and his fingers caressed her soft bare skin, making his way to her cotton covered breast. He ran his finger ran over her nipple, teasing her through the cotton.

  She let out a quiet moan as his lips moved down her neck, leaving her mouth swollen from the force of his kisses. His lips met her stomach, and he kissed his way down her soft skin.

  CHAPTER 10

  Ding-Dong! Ding-Dong!

  Kris let out a ragged breath. "Dammit, must be dinner." He answered the door, unhappy with the delivery boy's timing.

  Kat helped Kris by taking the pizza into the kitchen as he paid the delivery guy. He followed her back to the kitchen when the doorbell rang again.

  "What did I forget?" He asked out loud.

  Opening the door he was surprised to see Anna standing on his porch. Before he could react, she pushed her way inside.

  "What? You never answer your phone?" She spat without even a hello.

  "Kris?" Kat stopped dead in her tracks as she laid eyes on Anna.

  Kris's face burned, what the hell was she doing here? After talking to Shaun he expected her, but not on his doorstep. He huffed and let out a growl, "Anna, what are you doing here?"

  "I'm back." She smiled at Kris, pausing with her arms open wide, waiting for him to take her in his arms. Once Kat emerged from the hallway, her eyes narrowed and her lips puckered. "Who–" she pointed at Kat– "Is this?"

  Kris walked towards Kat. Sliding his arm around her waist he pulled her close. "This is Kat." Without giving it much thought he added, "my girlfriend."

  Kat's head whipped around as he said the words. That's not really how he wanted this to go.

  Anna smirked, laughing at Kat. "Looks like that's news to her."

  Kris was annoyed with her already and couldn't help himself, "Oh trust me, after the other night, she knew." Leaning over he placed a gentle peck on Kat's cheek and flashed her a smile.

  Anna huffed, then sniffed into the air, "Do I smell pizza?"

  "Yeah, we're about to eat dinner, so if you will just leave–" Kris tried pushing her towards the door, to no avail.

  "Pizza? Really Kris? Obviously she eats pizza." Anna gestured to Kat. "But you need to watch what you eat; you can't put all of that fat into your body."

  He pulled Kat closer as she mumbled, "bitch."

  "Anna let me get this straight. So you left your little boy with a nanny in Montreal, just to come here to tell me how to eat and insult my girlfriend?" Kris asked.

  "I came back for us." Anna corrected him.

  "Well, sorry to disappoint, but there is no us. And I hear you no longer have your hand in Shaun's wallet either?"

  Looking Kat over again, Anna spit more venom and said, "Speaking of Nico's nanny, at least she has more style then she does." She pointed at Kat. "What? Which bargain store did that outfit come from?" She cackled an evil laugh.

  "Anna, get out." Kris said calmly as he felt Kat tense up. Anna tried to say something but Kris cut her off sternly repeating himself. "Get out."

  Anna's designer heels clicked on the tile. "This isn't over," she managed to say before Kris shut the door and locked it behind her.

  "She is a piece of work. Holy shit." He said as he shook his head. "Kat–"

  Kat looked confused and a little sad. He was afraid Anna's nasty comments got to her. Kat was not comfortable with her figure, even though it was a damn amazing figure, and Anna's comments probably hurt.

  "Kat, c'mon, I'll get us a beer." Taking her hand he pulled her to the kitchen. The aroma of the cheese wafted over him. His stomach growled and his mouth watered.

  Damn Anna for making Kat feel bad. He pulled out a stool for Kat at the nook, and opened the refrigerator to get the beer. Popping open the beers he handed her one.

  He caught her pulling at her shirt, trying to loosen it around her middle.

  Kris sat down beside her. Opening the pizza box he plated a piece for each of them. "First of all, Anna is a bitch." Finally he got a giggle out of Kat.

  "No really, she's a bitch. She has always been one." He took a bite, "Mmm, that's good. Go ahead, try it." He motioned for her to take a bite of her pizza.

  Nibbling on her pizza, nodding as she pulled at the stringy cheese.

  "Told you." He smiled. "So tell me what makes Kat tick."

  She covered her mouth to finish chewing before she said anything. "What do you mean?"

  "Tell me about Kat." He flashed her a panty dropping smile. "For starters, you said you love pizza, so why are you so self conscious about enjoying it? You are beautiful. I think I am qualified to say that there is nothing you have to be ashamed of."

  Kat put her pizza down. "I am no Anna." She shrugged. Her face reddened like she regretted the words as soon as she said them.

  "No, you are certainly no Anna, and that is what I adore about you. You are as sweet as you are sexy. Anna doesn't have a sweet bone in her body." He chuckled. "That poor kid of hers." He reached over to stroke her cheek. "C'mon, help me eat this pizza. Coach won't be happy if you make me eat the whole thing." Finally, a smile.

  "It's not just Anna."

  "What's not just Anna? Tell me about Kat, I'm listening." He started to eat another slice.

  "I love junk food, pizza, burgers, and pastries."

  "Oh really? So you prefer junk food over salads and stuff?" He grinned at her, making the color of her face as red as the pizza sauce.

  "Well, kinda… Yes. Is that bad? I know, I shouldn't eat that stuff, but I love it."

  "No, not at all. It's just that I don't really do junk food. Only once in a while. I have always liked healthier foods; the guys like to harass me about it." She started to look a little worried, so he smiled and continued. "That doesn't mean you can't like it."

  "So, yeah, I like my junk food, always have. I also enjoy going to the gym. But that's what's bothering me." She swallowed hard, pausing for moment as she picked the mushrooms off her pizza. His brown eyes were fixated on her, hanging on her every word. Taking a heavy breath she continued. "I'm not as thin as my sister. I can literally hear my parents in my head, saying that I shouldn't be eating this pizza, I should be on a diet. Then Anna rudely refers to me as a fatty, saying I obviously like pizza. Who says things like that? So I find myself here with you, wondering why you are even interested in me?" Kat looked down at her curves, an unimpressed look on her face.

  Taking her mouth in his, Kris braced his hand under her hair so he could kiss her deeply without her pulling away. "Stay with me, and I will show you why. Please stay." He was able to get another smile out of her. Hungrily he came down on her lips. Softly sliding his tongue right in her mouth as a moan slipped from her.

  He wanted her. His body throbbed, he needed to be inside her. H
e was so turned on, he couldn't wait another second. "I want to take you upstairs." He said in his best seduction voice. She responded with a blush, which he took as a yes. Closing up the pizza box he quickly slid it into the refrigerator. Turning his attention back to Kat, he pulled her to her feet and kissed her lips, parting them with his tongue, and exploring her warm mouth.

  Grabbing her thighs he pulled her into his hips, his hard-on pushing eagerly against his blue jeans. As Kat hooked her arms around his neck, she accidentally knocked his baseball cap to the floor. His dark hair flopped into his eyes; she whisked it back behind his ear. A shiver ran through his body as Kat ran her hands through his hair.

  "Let's go," he whispered as he carried her up to his bedroom.

  He sat on the edge of the bed, straddling her on top of him. Running his hands up her body, he lifted off her shirt. He cupped her cotton covered breasts in his hands, and ran his tongue along her lacy bra. Reaching round her, in one motion he unhooked her bra tossing it aside. Sliding her jeans down around her knees, until she moved and kicked them to the floor, exposing her matching panties.

  Grabbing her ass he pushed her into him. She undid his jeans releasing his swollen length into her grasp; she ran her hand up and down his hard hot flesh. He arched his head back in pleasure at her touch.

  Kat pulled his shirt off, throwing it to the floor. She held on to him as he leaned down and took her breast in his mouth She gasped as he grabbed at her hard nipple with his teeth. He pushed against her damp panties and she groaned loudly.

  Sliding off her panties he flung them aside. He grabbed her ass holding her against him as he thrust hard into her.

  Kat let out a gasp, pushing her body rigid against his. When she threw her head back in pleasure, he grabbed her breast in his mouth again, making her cry out.

  Kris was biting his lip, trying to hold back.

  "Oh, make me…" Kat said, breathlessly.

  He knew what she wanted and had no problem obliging. Holding her ass tight so he could be as deep inside of her as possible, he dug his fingertips into her skin until finally he spilled into her. She moaned wildly as her climax matched his. Falling back onto the bed Kat curled up beside him.

  Trying to catch his breath, he huffed, "Wow…" Still in disbelief at how intense that was he wiped the sweat from his face.

  "Yeah, wow..." Kat agreed softly, laying her head on his chest and snuggling in close.

  CHAPTER 11

  Kris had been trying to call Kat since he left the arena. Sitting in his hotel room, he wondered why she wasn't answering her phone; she knew he was going to call. Maybe she fell asleep early? Finally settling in for bed, he decided to try her in the morning; after all he had already left a message on her voicemail. Well, maybe three messages.

  He tossed and turned all night. Something wasn't right, he could just feel it. Finally his alarm went off. He rubbed his eyes and stretched his aching back, whining. He felt like he hadn't slept at all. His mind was racing and wouldn't let him sleep. Plus, this hotel bed was awful.

  Kris growled as he looked at the coffee maker in his room, noticing it was empty. Mumbling and irritated already, he got dressed. He wasn't in the mood for the dress code today, a suit. He ran his fingers through his unbrushed hair, tossing an oversized knit beanie on. He looked at his cell phone, still nothing. Where was she? It was still early. The guys were to meet in the lobby at eight to fly back home. He was an hour early. Doing one last check in his room to make sure he hadn't forgotten anything, he carried his luggage to the lobby.

  Tyler Kidd was already there. "Hey, Ty," Kris called. "Is there somewhere I can get coffee around here?"

  "Yeah," Tyler pointed to the small café off of the lobby. "Over here. C'mon, I'll join you. Seems as if they forgot to put coffee in my room," he complained.

  "Mine too," Kris growled. He tried to text Kat this morning again, asking why she didn't answer his calls, and still nothing. Did he do something to make her mad? Shaking his head, he followed Tyler into the café, and ordered a French vanilla espresso. The vanilla aroma reminded him of Kat.

  Dammit! He had it bad for this girl. Why was she blowing him off all of the sudden? He was under the impression everything was great before he left.

  "Dude, you okay?" Tyler asked as he sipped his own hot coffee.

  "Nah, I didn't sleep well." He rubbed at his eye, then ran his thumb along his jaw line. His teammates knew him well enough to know his nervous habits. There was no hiding his distress from any of them.

  Tyler looked at him oddly.

  "Okay, yeah. Don't look at me like that." He knew that Tyler suspected something was wrong. He hadn't shaved today and his face was more scruffy than normal.

  "Kat? Or Anna?" Tyler asked.

  "Kat. I can't get a hold of her. I don't know why. She knew I was going to be calling after the game last night. But she isn't answering my calls." He sat back and let out a heavy breath, then took a long sip of the hot liquid, taking in the vanilla aroma.

  "Um, I found this on twitter last night." Tyler handed his phone to Kris. It was a tweet of Anna at the Garden. She didn't have a jersey on, just a tank top with her boobs on display for the world to see, as usual. All her tweet said was 'Renegades vs. Bruins tonight-I'm one lucky girl.'

  "Where did you see this?" Kris asked.

  "I saw it retweeted on Rancy's timeline after the game. But it was on Anna's during the game. Did you see her there?"

  "No, I didn't even know she was there. Must've been there with him." JR Rancy's pockets were deeper than Braden's, and Kris knew that was what Anna was after. "Wait…"

  "Yeah, I was thinking the same thing, wonder if Kat saw that? No way to really decipher in the tweet if she is all team Lafleur or team Rancy." Tyler said exactly what Kris was thinking.

  Kris shook his head; he wanted to toss his coffee across the room. Anna was messing with him. What's worse is she was messing with Kat too. What the hell was wrong with that girl? Why couldn't she just let him be? She could've just as easily tweeted that she was there with her boy-toy, but she left that out.

  The team started filing in to the lobby one by one. Kris needed to get himself together. He needed to set Anna straight, but it wasn't going to happen right now.

  "Guys! The busses are here. Let's go!" Coach Walker called.

  Kris sent Kat another text once he was seated on the bus. We need to talk.

  She surprised him with a response immediately. Too bad it was a disappointing one. No, we don't.

  What the hell, Kat? You're not getting rid of me that easily, he thought. He knew that she saw the tweet, it was the only explanation for her abrupt change of attitude.

  I will be home after practice, I will call you tonight. He refused to give up so easily.

  ****

  Kat watched the television as the Renegades played against Boston. Her curiosity got the worst of her, and she pulled out her laptop. She Googled Anna Jourdain. Yes, again.

  She was immediately hit with an image of Anna at Boston Gardens.

  "What the hell?" she yelled. She is in Boston, with the Renegades. Kat's heart fell. No wonder she hadn't heard from Kris since he left Pittsburgh. Deep down she knew she wasn't as pretty or as perfect as Anna. Tears welled up in her eyes. She knew this would happen.

  She searched Twitter only to find another tweet from Anna. Spending the night with the sexiest hockey player I know.

  She shut off the television, turned off all her lights and went to bed. She switched off her cell phone. Kris told her he would be calling after the game, and she didn't feel like talking to him right now. Or, maybe he won't call, he might be too busy with Anna, she thought. Could she really blame him?

  She desperately tried to sleep, but slumber eluded her. She tossed and turned as her mind raced the whole night.

  The following day she had been busy in Delmont for a figure skating championship. It wasn't hockey; but after last night, she was okay with the distraction. The cold arena felt good for once. Her
body chilled, she let out a sharp breath. She was exhausted; but the bitter cold air was helping to keep her awake.

  She loved watching the figure skaters. They were graceful and yet so powerful. It was a fun assignment, and even though her hot coffee had long ago turned cold, she was enjoying herself. Wrapped up in her big oversized sweater, gloves and a knit scarf, she was doing her best to stay warm.

  "Kat, you okay?" Kenny asked her. Kenny was the photographer the paper had sent out with her today. Occasionally he worked with her at the pee wee hockey tournaments too.

  "I'm fine, Kenny. Had a bad night– bad night's sleep, I mean." She smiled at him and turned her attention back to the ice. The last competitor had just started her routine. It had been a very long morning. Looking at the arena clock she realized it was almost two in the afternoon; no wonder her stomach was growling.

  The crowd began to clap as the last skater exited the ice. Kat let out a sigh of relief. She was starving and wished she would've had more than that stupid diet shake this morning. What was she thinking? Oh yeah, that she needed to get skinny if she ever had a chance in hell to get a guy like Kris.

  Walking out to the parking lot she stretched. Her muscles were tired and achy from being in the cold rink all day. The sun shone through the clouds, and the ground was covered in two inches of snow. She hated winter. She missed summertime already, and she still probably had two months of this left. She cleaned the snow off her car since it snowed while she was inside. Looking at her feet now buried in the snow she was glad she wore her winter boots instead of anything that was fashionable today.

  Kenny had just pulled out of the parking lot as she finished clearing her car off. "Must be nice to have an automatic starter," she mumbled to herself. Finally she got into the car and started the engine, it sounded rough. But then again, it never sounded that great to begin with. The bitter cold temperature couldn't help matters. She sat in the driver's seat, rubbing her gloved hands together while she willed the car to warm up.

  The already broken heater was not cooperating at all. Finally, she just put the car into gear and pulled out onto the highway towards home.