Page 21 of Heart of Ice

I changed out of my uniform and slung my bag over my shoulder as I left the locker room. “Hofstedder, can I have a word with you?” Ruben asked.

“Sure,” I said and tried to keep it professional while stifling a fucking smile. He led me outside and away from the door. “What’s going on?”

“I know Coach talked to you too. Sorry, I know I did it quick, but I knew if he found out without one of us telling him first it would create even more problems.”

“It’s okay. And yes, he told me the same thing he told you. So, are you still okay if I go to your house later?” I asked and balled my hand in a fist to stop myself reaching for him.

“Of course it’s okay. I have a few more hours here but then I’ll be home. I’ll text you my address.”

“Okay, I’ll see you later,” I said, and forced myself to walk to my car while Ruben slipped back inside the arena.

“Go home and go to bed, rookie,” Jarin said as he walked to his own vehicle. “See you tomorrow.”

“He’s really not that bad,” I mumbled to remind myself. My phone sounded with a text that I knew would be from Ruben.

Ruben: Here’s my address I can’t wait to see you later. I’ll message you when I’m done.

Max: See you soon.

I put my phone down on my seat and thought about what going to his house meant. The heat between us was intense and growing more and more every time we were together. So far, we’d been able to resist each other. I wasn’t sure that it would last past tonight. I was ready to stop fighting it.

Nineteen

Ruben

A few of theplayers needed me to check on their injuries. Some needed either ice baths or physical therapy and I needed to make sure everything was done as it should be. Brian was a great help, but he wasn’t a doctor and needed guidance. Plus, it didn’t help that I was so anxious to leave I was ready to burst. Then I remembered, this was the drama Coach had talked about.

“I want you to come in after every practice this week and we’ll repeat what we did today,” I told Joe Wright, the left wing who’ddislocated his shoulder in the last game and needed to give it time to heal.

“Will I be able to play this weekend?” he asked.

“If you let it heal.” He nodded and left the room.

After sending a text to Max, I was finally able to leave work. I thought of stopping to get food for us, but I really could only focus on getting home so he could meet me there. Traffic was heavy so it took me longer than it should have and when I pulled into my driveway I breathed a sigh of relief.

“What took you so long,” Max said as he walked over to where I was just getting out my car.

“Hey, how’d you get here so fast.” I pulled him in for a hug and he squeezed me tight.

“I left the house as soon as you sent me a text,” he said. “Show me your place.”

I took his hand and led him to the door but as soon as I had it unlocked, he pushed me against the wall and kissed me while grinding on my leg. He held my hands above my head while dragging his tongue from my ear to my throat. “So, I guess you’re happy with what Coach said?” I asked barely able to get the words out.

“So happy,” he said between kisses as he lifted my chin for better access. “Want to show me your bedroom?”

“Oh god, I want to show you so fucking bad.”

He pulled back enough to meet my eyes, he was full of fire and want, and a need so strong I could feel it. “Show me,” he whispered.

I took his hand and led him to my bedroom without even taking the time to take our coats off. I pushed him back onto the bed. “So, this is my bedroom,” I said, making him laugh.

“I feel like we’re a little overdressed, what do you think?” he asked.

Without answering I stood and took my jacket off and flung it across the room. Then I started a slow striptease and gyrated my hips while slowly taking off my shirt. His lips lifted in a lopsided grin as he watched, and the way he looked at me did crazy things to me. Kicking off my shoes I shimmied around and unbuckled my belt letting it hang before adding a few pelvic thrusts. “Have you had enough?” I asked, but all he did was shake his head without taking his eyes off me.

“Not yet.” He reached for the end of my belt and tugged me close to him. “Have you had enough?”

His lips were on mine in a wet frantic kiss that made me grow even harder than I already was. I was leaning over him and reached down to press my hand against my dick when he brushed it away and gripped me. “I haven’t had nearly enough,” I managed to say before groaning at his touch. I stood and slowly pulled my pants down, taking my briefs with them and stood in front of him with my hands on his shoulders. “Want some?”

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