Page 91 of One Shot

“Want to do it at the rink?” Lucas asks. “I was going to go let myself in and practice more shooting drills. The conference championship is going to start right after the jersey retirement. I need to be ready.”

“Sure, that sounds great. Leave the side door closest to the locker rooms open for me?”

I love writing near the ice. It makes me feel even more connected to the game and players I am writing about. It will be the perfect place to finish Nick’s article.

Thirty minutes later, I can hear Lucas’ hockey stick against the ice with each shot while I walk into the arena. A wide smile automatically appears on my face hearing him firing shot after shot. A blade intimately scraping the ice with the intent for the puck sailing into the net is weirdly one of my favorite sounds to hear. I don’t want to disturb him, so I try to stay as quiet as possible. I set my things down on the home team bench and start writing. I already finished a quick outline of points for the article so I should be done in an hour to send it off for review.

A few minutes later, Lucas skates over to the bench and kisses my cheek.

“I didn’t hear you come in, you should have yelled at me,” Lucas says.

He’s drenched in sweat from working his ass off, and I find it incredibly sexy. I bite my lip before responding, “I didn’t want to interrupt you, Captain Focus.”

“You’re biting your lip, Laur. You are about to be a distraction for us both,” he replies with as a smirk slowly spreads across his face. “Are you thinking about the last time the two of us were here on the opposing team bench?”

“I wasn’t, but now I am!”

I blush instantly. I can’t say I’ve been the most reserved girl, but Lucas definitely brings something out of me.

“That penalty box bench is probably jealous,” Lucas whispers, leaning in as close as he can to me while still on the ice. “We should probably help it out.”

“I have to finish this article, Lucas! And we can’t make you happy about going to the penalty box, if anything, you need to witness me with someone else on that bench, so you stay out of it unlike last game,” I tease.

Although Lucas does not find it funny at all. His shoulders tense, and his jaw subtly clenches.

“I don’t ever want to think about someone else in you.” His chest heaves with frustration.

“I’m yours, Lucas, it was just a joke.”

“It wasn’t funny.”

He skates away before I can say anything else. I honestly didn’t think he would care about the joke. My heart sinks into my stomach in despair. I didn’t mean to hurt him. Note to self: Lucas Donato is possessive of his girl. I’m not going to lie, now that we are together, I find it very hot. Heat swells between my legs thinking about it. I shake my head. I need to focus on this article first.

I’m not sure how long it’s been—maybe an hour or so since I arrived. Lucas skates back over to the bench. He’s now dripping with sweat. I can see beads along his jawline and neck. I’m tempted to lick them off. He is just so effortlessly sexy.

“Almost done?” he asks me.

“Yes, almost” I reply, trying to focus on my screen.

“I’m going to shower then I’ll be back in ten.”

Lucas skates off the ice and heads to the locker room.

I frantically finish typing my email to theUSA Hockey Magazineeditor. I finished my article about ten minutes ago and have been patiently waiting for Lucas to get off the ice and into the shower.

I pull out his jersey from my bag and slip off my leggings and sweatshirt. Luckily, I thought ahead and I’m wearing a very enticing black lace bra and panty set. I slip on my sneakers, grab my thigh high boots from my backpack and slowly fumble my way across the ice to the opposing team’s penalty box. I toss my sneakers into the home team penalty box and slip on my thigh high boots.

Sounds of Lucas coming out of the locker room float into the rink, he showered much faster than ten minutes. I lean up against the open door when I hear him coming out of the locker room.

“You never asked me about the opposing team’s box, Captain,” I say to him in a sultry voice. His eyes take me in and widen with thrill. It’s evident I have very minimal on under this jersey.

He makes his way across the ice quickly and so smoothly without skates on. He takes hold of my face and kisses me without a word. It’s deep, desperate, and passionate. We haven’t had each other in weeks because of our stupid busy schedules. Lucas leans my head back as he playfully bites my bottom lip.

“Show me that I am only yours, Captain,” I whisper as he trails kisses and nibbles down my neck. He pulls away and smirks at me. His hands slide up underneath the jersey to my panties. Slowly pulling them aside, Lucas slides two fingers in between my folds. A soft whimper escapes me.

“You’re already so wet for me,” he whispers against my lips before passionately pressing his lips against mine with a new eagerness.

“As much as I love you in my jersey, I want to see what’s underneath.”

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