Page 7 of On Thin Ice

I twist my head, turning my attention back to the ice and away from Molly’s hamster cheeks that are now bursting at the seams with popcorn. The guys emerge from the tunnel and slip onto the ice one by one, each of them looking fine as hell. My subconscious mind is searching for him and I want to punish myself for even wanting a smidge of his attention, but I can’t help it. When Sean launches himself onto the ice, following the track of his teammates and skating in a circle around the rink I watch his eyes lift up to the stands where Molly and I sit. He’s looking for someone, my stomach jumps to think he might be looking for me, then I remember the man has never held interest in one woman for more than an hour in his entire life before moving onto the next one. I'm sure he’s forgotten I exist by now, I fucking hope he has anyway, the pig headed arsehole. He glides across the ice, skating in an ’s’ shape before dropping down to stretch. He bends his knees and gets down on the ice, stretching his legs and keeping his chocolate eyes flitting around the stadium. When he comes up empty I watch him skate over to Kyle and whisper something in his ear. Molly hasn’t noticed my eyes following Sean, she’s too busy singing along to the music that pumps through the arena as both teams complete their warm up skate. Sean and Kyle are still whispering to each other and after a few seconds Kyle points directly at me, drawing not only Sean’s attention but some of the other guys in the team too. Thank god Molly is too drunk on her second cocktail of the night to stop singing along and actually pay attention to the fact that half of the hockey team are staring at me. Before I can turn a dark shade of red Sean lifts his gloved hand to his mouth, and blows me a kiss.

The fucker blows me a kiss in front of everyone.

I want to die of embarrassment, but I don’t want the man whore himself thinking he’s getting to me. I can’t let him get to me.

So I do the only thing I can think to do, I lift my middle finger and direct it straight at him, which only widens the smug grin that was already plastered across his handsome face. His toothy grin is blinding as his caramel eyes lock mine in place and I have to fight to break his invisible hold on me.

Luckily Sean doesn’t stare at me the entire game, but every time the ref blows the whistle his eyes catch mine immediately and his face widens into that shit eating grin that’s come to live in my head rent free. During the third period Redwood are two-nil up and the Preston boys are getting more and more aggressive on the ice. They’re constantly bashing our boys into the plexiglass and sneakily tripping and jabbing at them with their skates. Like Molly said earlier, they are arch enemies and the whole stadium can feel the heavy tension and growing violence filling the air as the timer moves towards the end of the game. The second the ref blows the whistle to signal the end of the game, the captain of the Preston boys launches at Sean. Sean is known for fighting during games so he was likely prepared and hoping one of the Preston boys would give him the fight he was waiting for. The two of them whip their helmets off and start hitting each other, and all I can think of is, why does Sean have to be so hot for no reason? My heart jumps into my throat as I watch them land punch after punch on each other and I can’t decide if I’m turned on or worried for Sean’s beautiful face to be ruined.

Molly is loving it, whooping and shouting, “Go on Sean, smack him!” When my dad and the refs finally break the two of them up I see Sean’s face is bloody, a small gash across his cheek which he wipes with his jersey. My dad escorts him off the ice whilst Molly and I stand to leave. I’m trying to be sneaky, glancing Sean’s way and hoping Molly doesn’t spot me, god knows the girl will have twenty-thousand questions to ask if she sees me eyeing up the one and only Sean Taylor. Luckily my best friend is now three cocktails and a large popcorn down so she simply saunters ahead of me out of the stadium, not even glancing back to see if I'm following. I let myself look one more time towards Sean and see that my dad has an ice pack on his face. My dad looks mad, he’s cursing at him, I can tell. As if he can feel me staring, Sean looks up at me, his eyes softer than I’ve ever seen them and he gives me a quick nod as I scurry out of the stadium.

Fuck, how could he tell I was worried about him? I don’t want to him to think I give a shit because I don’t…Ok, maybe I do a little but I don’t want to. God how do I stop his charm from seeping it’s way into my pours and making me want to do something I know I’ll regret?

Chapter 7

Sean

“Jesus Christ…” I whisper under my breath as Callie comes into view. She saunters down the stairs of Mac’s house, the music blaring and making the walls jump to the beat. She’s wearing all black, her mini skirt looking like it’s sewn onto her skin, dipping just under the curve of her ass and making me itchy to reach out and grab a handful of it. Her top is tight too, fitting like a glove and showcasing her perfect chest. Her thick curls cascade down her back, swishing with her as she takes each step at a time, her heels clicking and making her legs look long and sultry. A slap on the back of my shoulder pulls my eyes away from Callie.

“Think you’re drooling there man, not a good look.” Kyle says, breathing a heavy laugh and bringing his frosty beer glass to his lips.

“I swear I’ve had a wet dream exactly like this.” I groan, shaking out the dark curls that sit on my head.

Kyle titters next to me and yanks my arm towards a group that has congregated around the kitchen island. Of course my eyes are on Callie immediately, who leans her hip into the counter and sips at some fruity concoction. She’s chatting with the group, they’re having a debate about some shit, I don’t know and I don’t care. I wrap my huge arm around her chest and rub my other fist on the crown on her head like she’s five years old. She scowls up at me and then shoves me with all her might, which is the might of a mouse.

“Get off me Sean! Why do you have to be so fucking annoying? Is it your new hobby now or something?” She runs her fingers through her hair, shaking out her chocolate curls.

I grin, booping her nose and earning another slap on the arm. “I think it is my new hobby, I’m enjoying it.”

“Yeah well I’m not, so can you piss off and annoy someone else please? There’s some girls over there that I'm sure would love to go upstairs with you, keep you busy and out of my way for a while.”

She spins around, facing away from me and continuing her conversation with Lewis and the others. Does she not understand what’s going on here? I don’t want any other girl, I want her. I’m so far from interested in other girls it’s actually worrying me, I’m losing my touch.

I lean down to her ear, her hair tickling my nose. “Never going to happen tiger, it’s you that I want.”

Her green eyes catch mine over her shoulder and I see her falter for just a second, before the familiar scowl returns and she spins back to Lewis. God, I love this game we’re playing.

After a few hours of watching my friends drink themselves stupid and pretty much just staring at every detail of Callie’s body, I decide I’m done being sober. I wasn’t planning on drinking tonight, we have a day off from training and games tomorrow so I thought I could get shit done, you know, be productive and all that. But I need some sort of anaesthesia for my dick, every time I look at Callie he jumps for joy like he’s getting some tonight, he’s not and we both know it. I don’t know if I’ve ever gone this long without sex and I'm not sure how much longer I can wait. But the kicker is, no other girls are doing it for me right now. Even the thought of taking some random girl upstairs and fucking her just isn’t exciting me like it usually would. One drink, that will be enough to blur my mind a little and make this evening pass by more easily.

As I make my way into the huge, open plan kitchen, making a beeline for the array of alcohol that’s scattered all over the countertops, I see Mac. He’s stuck to the spot, fixated on something and when I follow his line of vision I spot the girl who’s quickly taken over my mind. Mac is staring at her ass, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth and readjusting his junk like a teenage boy who’s never seen a sexy woman before.

Fucking pervert.

I grab the back of his collar, yanking him back towards me and making him stumble.

“Hey Mac, keep looking at my girl’s ass like that and I’ll have to break your fucking neck.” I growl into his ear.

The little fucker is so annoying most of the time anyway but watching him fantasise about what’s under Callie’s clothes the same way I do makes me consider acts of violence that I never have before.

He turns around and breathes a stuttered sigh. “Oh shit, sorry Cap, didn’t realise you two were a thing.”

“Well, now you know, keep your eyes off what’s mine.” I say, slithering past him and moving across the large expanse of kitchen towards Callie. Fuck the drink, I don’t want other guys staring at her like that, like they want a piece.

I snake my arm around her tight waist and kiss the crown of her head as Mac slinks away with a frown. She knows it’s me before she looks up, I can tell by the way she stiffens under my touch and I wait for her to shove me away again, but she doesn’t.

Instead I’m greeted with an eye roll and a muttered, “Fuck off Sean,” but she doesn’t wriggle out of my grip. My chest tightens and my dick does a dance at the realisation that she might actually be warming up to me. Maybe I can get a kiss from her tonight…fuck me what I wouldn’t do to get a taste of her soft lips. The same lips that are moving seductively right now, continuing her conversation with Anais, Kyle and Nick, whilst pretending her heart isn’t beating 100 miles per hour with my hand wrapped around her middle. If she thinks I can’t tell the way her body reacts to me then she’s crazy, I feel her pulse quicken and the air thicken between us every time I'm near her.

I eventually remove my arm from Callie’s waist and join in with the conversation, receiving a knowing wink from Kyle as his eyes track my arm where I let it rest possessively on the island behind Callie. “I’m not fucking telling you her name so just back off.” Nick groans as Kyle continues to tease him about this new, mysterious girl he’s been secretly seeing.

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