Page 3 of On Thin Ice

I roll my eyes and fold my arms across my chest again. “I’m not impressed by you Taylor, now get back on the ice and do your job.”

His eyes flicker to the timer on the scoreboard. 20 seconds.

“Will you come home with me after the game if I score a goal for you?” He asks, jutting his bottom lip out and making puppy eyes at me. “I'll think about it.” I most definitely will not, think about it.

He fist bumps the air and winks at me, before sliding back out onto the ice and flying towards the goal. Lewis smashes the puck to Sean, he glides across the ice effortlessly, weaving through the opposing team and whacking the puck flying. It whips past the left side of the goalie’s head and within seconds of Sean hitting the ice, he’s scored the winning goal. With only minutes left of the game it's almost certain that Redwood have taken this one, and when his teammates clamber off him, releasing him from their bear hugs, he looks straight at me. He points his hockey stick directly at me and throws me a dazzling smile. My vagina does a little dance and I metaphorically slap her around the face. I can’t let him get to me like this, he’s interested in one thing and one thing only. And that thing is something I can’t give him.

Chapter 3

Sean

Thank fuck for that, I’m so glad that game is over. My poor dick couldn’t take the torture of staring at Callie any longer, the poor guy needs relief. Her face was a picture when I pointed my stick at her, her cheeks glowing pink as she sunk lower in her seat, hiding from everyone’s staring eyes and mouthing insults at me. I thought for a second there that my usual charms really weren’t working on her, which is something I’m not accustomed to and don’t wish to experience. My cock leapt with joy when I scored that goal, imagining all the things I can to do to Callie tonight.

I take a slow jog towards the hallway, exiting the rink after my teammates and letting the crowd’s loud cheers muffle when the door falls closed. Callie is walking alongside our coach, the soft curve of her spine begging me to run my fingers down it. Her thick curls sway with her as she walks and when coach turns left and enters the locker rooms I run to catch up to her.

“I’ll be ready in 15 minutes, wait here for me.” I whisper into her curls and her head flies around to face me.

Oh man, she smells so good, like pineapple and mango.

She purses her pouty lips and tips her head at me, her thick lashes fluttering. “And why would I do that?”

I hear snickers from my teammates who are loitering behind me, listening to their captain being sass mouthed by this fierce little firecracker. “I scored a goal for you, now I get to take you home, that was the deal.” I say, my heart picking up speed as I watch her eyes sparkle with delight. “Deal’s off Captain.” She smirks and spins around, strutting towards the exit.

My mouth has fallen open and I’m not sure whether to laugh or cry. My dick is definitely crying right now, agonisingly desperate to see how she feels.

“What?” I choke, hearing my boys hooting with laughter behind me. “I’m sorry to disappoint you but I have no interest in being another notch on your bedpost and I don’t do casual sex.” She says over her shoulder, not even bothering to turn her head fully to look at me as she batters me with rejection.

“Can I have your number then?” I blurt out.

My teammates fall silent behind me, their snickering stopping abruptly. When I flick my head around to look at them their faces are stunned in silence. It’s not a secret that I don’t ever ask for girls numbers, I don’t need them. I don’t make a habit of seeing women on repeat but Callie turning me down makes me want her even more, I’m willing to do almost anything to make her want me back.

She fully turns around now, just as she reaches the doors. “Sean Taylor wants my number?”

I smile, showcasing my panty dropping dimples and hoping my charm is slowly bringing her around. “I'll admit I don’t usually ask women for their numbers, but for you I’ll make an exception.”

“Awe, that’s so sweet.” She says, smiling sarcastically and yanking at the door to leave.

I panic. “Is that a maybe?” I yell after her and she freezes in the now open doorway.

“Like I said, I don’t do causal sex big boy, sorry to crush your dreams.” The door swings closed behind her and she’s gone, her mind bending scent filling the corridor and making me woozy with need. I don’t know how I feel about this game we’re now playing, I literally never get rejected by women, if anything I’m usually the one with the pick of the bunch. This is like a punch to my ego, but I also feel a competitive fire lighting inside of me. She’s made herself a challenge and I fucking love to win. I already wanted her, the minute I saw her sitting in the penalty box with her soft curls falling over one shoulder, her beautiful green eyes bright but fiery at the same time and her delicious ass when she swished away during the break. But hearing her tell me no just makes me all the more desperate to win her over.

I don’t make it home until 8pm and my legs are wobbly with exhaustion when I throw my bag down onto my bedroom floor. I’m really lucky to be living here in this huge house-share with my teammates but sometimes I crave alone time, like real alone time. Lewis, Nick, Kyle and I rent a house together just off campus along a quiet country road. The outside of the house really doesn’t do justice to the inside, especially since the bedrooms here are more like their own luxury apartments. The four of us share the price of rent and food, but with me being from a family with cash to spare I like to chip in a little more where I can.

My parents are high flying lawyers, working in London in an office building that was designed and created specifically for their company. They’re always put together, both of them in matching suit trousers and hair immaculately tamed, but don’t be fooled by their appearances. They’re two of the kindest, most level headed, loving people I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing. There’s nothing they wouldn’t do for my sister Lois and I growing up and they’re still a constant support for us both. My sister is two years younger than me and is here on a gymnastics scholarship, whilst I managed to bag one of the few hockey scholarships they offer here. When I told my parents I wanted to come to Redwood University to play hockey I was worried they’d be disappointed, that they’d want me to go into some sort of business like their’s. But my mum’s face lit up and she pulled me into a hug, reassuring me that I could do whatever makes me happy. Lois received the same reaction when she told them she’d been offered a full scholarship for gymnastics here. My parents really are amazing people, consistent and always present for me and my sister whenever we need them.

“What the fuck was that out there today?” Kyle’s voice yanks me out of my daydream and I let myself fall back onto my king sized mattress. Kyle stands in the doorway, his arms folded and his body leaning against my doorframe. His grin is lazy and knowing, he’s one of my best friends and I know for a fact that he has already deciphered exactly what was wrong with me on the ice today.

My teammates know what I’m like and they accept it, Kyle and Nick also being pretty much addicted to women the same way I am but I will admit, of the three of us I get the most attention. When the three of us have girls in our rooms at the same time the house sounds like some sort of orgy is taking place. I feel for Lewis though, he wants a relationship, craves more than just sex and after his messy breakup with his ex he’s been pretty much wallowing. He outright refuses to take my advice and hook up with someone else to help him get over Grace, although I guess I don't blame him for ignoring me, what do I know about getting over a girlfriend? I’ve never had one.

Kyle flails his arms, his blonde hair shaking back and forth as he waits for an answer from me.

“You know what that was.” I smile, letting my mind wander back to it’s Callie induced coma.

“You’re one crazy fucker you know that?” Kyle laughs, pushing off from the door and starting to close it behind him.

“Hey, hold on I need to ask you something.” I call after him and he pokes his chiselled jaw around my half closed door.

“Is it Callie related?”

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