Page 23 of Heart of Ice

“Perfect timing.” I walked to the door and took all the bags from the delivery driver and thanked them. “I might have ordered a little too much.”

“I’m starving,” Ruben said and took one of the bags. “What did you order?”

“Dinner for six. I was still a little stunned from sex,” I admitted.

“Oh, you got egg rolls,” Rube said as he unpacked the bag in his kitchen. “It smells so good, and I don’t think it’s too much. We’re going to need to keep up our strength.” He took a bite of an egg roll before offering it to me.

“Now I wish I ordered more. I want to make sure neither one of us is running on empty later.”

“Later?” Ruben asked as he took out two plates.

“When I’m fucking you.” His eyes widened before he walked over to where I stood and settled his hands on my hips.

“You’d better eat up then because I want you to fuck me hard.” He breathed his words onto my neck, making me shiver and grow hard all at the same time.

“We can skip dinner,” I offered but he knew exactly what he was doing.

“No way. I really am hungry, and we’ve got all night. You have to be to practice at eight which is when I start too. If you want, you can stay here. I mean you don—” I stopped him with my finger on his lips.

“Shh, not a word. We’re going to eat, then fuck, then possibly eat again before fucking again before we finally fall asleep.”

“Can we throw a blowjob in there somewhere?” he asked and bit his lip to stop his smile spreading.

“Maybe,” I said taking one of the plates he’d set out and scooping some rice onto it before adding lemon chicken, and a little of everything else we had.

Twenty-One

Ruben

Both of us leftmy house at the same time but in separate cars. As I shifted in my seat, I was reminded of just how hard he had fucked me and how I gave back again as good as I got. I slammed on the brakes as the light turned red. I’d been so lost in thought I’d nearly run it. “Get your head back in the game,” I said to myself and the rest of the drive to work I forced myself to concentrate on driving instead of fucking Max.

His car was already parked when I pulled into the parking lot. Apparently, he didn’t have any trouble concentrating, or he got lucky and hit all the green lights. I hurried inside and the locker room was like it was every morning. Full of players that would have preferred to get a later start, and a few who were already suited up and ready to play.

“Listen up,” Coach said as he walked into the room. “This weekend we play the Terrors at home. It should be a good clean game with none of the bullshit we’ve had so far. We’re going to stick with the same roster that we’ve used so far and rotate second strings in as needed. I’m meeting with a possible third-string goalie today. You know I like to be prepared, and this kid has promise. Any questions? Good, now get to work,” he said without letting anyone actually ask a question.

Max was pulling his jersey on and still needed to strap on his leg pads, but he was here and pretty much ready to go. He glanced at me as I hurried to my office to get ready for the players I knew would need to be taped up and those who would need physical therapy after practice.

“Hey, Doc.”

“Stanton, come in, how’s the ankle?” Thankfully it was a strain and not a more serious injury.

“Call me Dave,” he said before sitting on the exam table while I grabbed the tray.

“Dave, how’s your ankle?” I asked again.

“It’s fine, not painful or anything.” He moved it around in a circle to show me while I pressed on the area he’d strained, and he didn’t react.

“You should be good to go for the game, but keep it wrapped until then,” I said, and wrapped it for him. I was just cleaning up the area when Griffin walked in.

“Can I speak to you?” he asked and sat down.

“Sure, what’s going on?”

“So, you and Max?” he said, shocking me.

“What?” For a moment that was all I could manage to say.

“He’s a good friend,” he said and folded his arms.

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