Page 18 of Bagging the Blueliner
Snagging a circular booth in the corner large enough for all six of us, I slid in first so the muscular men were forced to surround me. Maddox slid in behind me, sitting to my right, while Ashertook the seat to my left. This was the hunkiest Hannah sandwich I’d ever been a part of, and I was soaking it in.
Boldly, I dropped a hand to rest on Maddox’s thigh, and his quad tensed at the contact but didn’t shift away. Instead, he leaned in closer, draping an arm over my shoulder.
Fuck yes. This is happening.
Jake watched our interaction with a resigned look on his face. This likely wasn’t the first time a girl he liked had passed him over for one of the players. Giving him a shy smile, I doubled down on my silent promise to get him hooked up with someone before the night was over.
Asher leaned over, undeterred by his teammate’s physical claim. “So, Jake here tells us you work for the Comets. What’s a guy got to do to steal you away? Wouldn’t you rather work for a real contender?”
Giving him a slow smile, I licked my lower lip. “Oh, Asher, let’s not ruin the night. You boys can settle it on the ice tomorrow—don’t put me in the middle.”
Laughing, he shook his head. “Let me guess. Comets fan, born and raised?”
“Not exactly,” I teased. “But I’m no bandwagon fan.”
He didn’t need to know that my loyalty to the Comets ran deeper than a job or where I lived.
Bending down, he whispered in my ear, “I bet I could convince you to switch teams.”
Is it warm in here? Or is that just me?
Asher seemed confident. If he wanted to try and change my mind, who was I to stop him?
Glancing at the other players at our booth, Wyatt was scanning the section, paying us little attention. He probably figured his chances were slim with Maddox and Asher plastered against my sides. Jenner kept checking his phone, completely uninterested.From what I’d heard, his divorce was recent, and he was giving off wounded-bird vibes.
Wonder what happened there.
Maddox raised a hand, signaling the waitress working our section. As she approached, his fingers toyed with the bare skin of my shoulder. Asher might have the words, but Maddox’s physical cues had me leaning toward him as the front-runner for my focus tonight.
“What’ll it be, love?” Maddox’s voice was thick and rolled over me like honey.
Shifting slightly in my seat to ease the ache between my thighs, I breathed out, “I’ll take a Screaming Orgasm.”
With our bodies flush, I could feel the tremor that ran through his. “Fuck yes,” he said low before turning to the waitress. With his free hand, he held up two fingers. “We’ll take two Screaming Orgasms.”
Nodding, she wrote the order on her notepad, asking the rest of our group if they needed anything else.
Maddox dropped his hand to cover mine on his thigh before gripping it and shifting upward until it rested on his rock-hard dick, straining against the fly of his jeans. It was my turn to shudder.
He wanted this. I just had to seal the deal.
I was so close I could taste it.
Returning, the waitress placed the coffee-flavored, layered shooters before us on the table. Maddox lifted his and clinked it to mine before throwing it back. I watched how his throat muscles worked as he downed the shot before following suit.
Green eyes flared as they stared at my mouth, my tongue darting out to lick the remnants of Irish cream from my lips.
I smirked when his cock twitched beneath my palm, giving it a slight squeeze. Closing his eyes, Maddox let out a low groan. Turning, I pressed my breasts to the side of his body and ranmy hand up his chest, moving further upward until I felt the scratchiness of his soft, dark beard. Cupping his jaw, I pressed my lips to his.
Maddox took action, crushing me to him as he ravaged my mouth. He was so dominant, taking over the kiss, that I shivered, thinking of how confident he would be in bed.
Ineededthis. So badly.
A decade of bad sex was about to be wiped clean.
Breaking the kiss, puffs of air from his ragged breathing caressed my face. Panting against his mouth, I smiled. My heart raced with the promise of what this night would bring.
“Dance with me.” His words were a command, not a question.
