Page 47 of Blitz
We took our seats as the teams met at center ice. The Railers had been having a pretty good season so far. Tied for second in their division. The Pumas had been ripping things up over the past few Sundays and were in first place with what looked to be an easy game this Sunday. Of course, it never paid to get too cocky. Any team can win on any given day as coaches are known to say.
“Okay, whatever, man. So, fill me in as we go. Three periods, right?” I nodded while he dipped a chunk of soft pretzel into a cup of melted cheese. Tyrese was here to meet Trick after the game because I wanted to introduce my best friend to the man who had won my heart. Yes, Trick knew I had confided to Ty about our relationship. I’d discussed it with him at length, and he had been okay with Ty and Paula knowing. We were going to do a brunch at Pestoni Brothers on Rittenhouse Square tomorrow. Top-notch eatery with a fabulous menu. It was our first time out with another couple. The meet-up tonight was to ease Trick into the brunch Paula had planned for tomorrow.
And while Trick and I couldn’t act like acouple,just being out with him in public with two of the most important people in my world outside of my family was huge. I was ecstatic. Trick was cautious. I was sure it would all be fine.
After a short beer with Ty at a bar across the street from the arena tonight, then we—Trick and I—I’d have him in my bedfor a whole night, and the next morning before we did brunch. Sadly, Trick had to fly out from PIA for a road trip out west, so this one night was all we would have for another couple of weeks. Then, it was Thanksgiving. Thank God we weren’t playing on the holiday and neither was Trick, so I was trying to convince him to come to my parents’ for the big meal. It was a work in progress, but he seemed interested in seeing where I’d grown up and meeting the people who’d raised me, yet he was hesitant at the same time. I’d keep working on him. I had mighty persuasive ways.
“Okay, so Trick is that one. Damn! Oh man. That puck moves!” Ty shouted as the Railers came steaming into the Philly end zone. Noah Gunnersson took a shot on goal. It hit the pipe with a clatter that made everyone in the arena go YAAAYY. The puck flew off the goal into the corner. Six men converged on that spot. The little black disc wiggled out of the group, then skittered along until one of our hometown guys got to it and the action streaked down to the other end. “Mm, man they are fast. I see it now. Like on TV it doesn’t look this speedy, but in person—Oh! Shit, that was close. Oh!” He shot to his feet, pretzel dripping cheese onto his sneakers when a fight broke out by the Railers net. “Hit him!! Oh damn. Oh shit. Did you see that?! That’s a penalty. What?! Why is our guy going to the box, too?!” Fans nearby leaned in to explain what was going on, and what roughing and embellishment meant. “Okay, so doing a big flip after a guy taps you on the shoulder is showing off. Man, this is crazy. What, so now they play four-on-four. I get why people love this game now. Oh shit, my sneaker!”
He sat, then bent over to scrub the cheese off his sneaker. Trick and his line were out now. They won the faceoff. Tensions on the benches were high. The Railers had been yelling at our Philly players steadily since the penalties. When one of our players stole the puck from Trick, he got hot. It was sexy as hell.He skated over and checked the guy into the boards. I jumped back at the impact. The glass rattled dangerously. Ty got a soaking as his root beer flew off the ledge and dumped into his lap.
I laughed so hard I was sure I had wet my pants. Ty was a good sport about it after we got his hair dried with cheesy napkins. One of the guys behind us ran off to get Ty another root beer, which was damn nice. This time, he placed it between his feet. Lesson one of whatnotto do at a hockey game had been learned. I couldn’t wait to tell Trick about it. Right after I loved him all over of course. Man had to have his priorities.
When Trick lay pantingand spent beside me, his sweet bubble butt pink from my whiskers, I slapped my hands to my heaving chest and smiled proudly at the ceiling over my bed. Not only had I wrung two orgasms from the puck pusher, but I’d also gotten him to admit that my dick was truly phenomenal. Of course, he had yelled that about my dick as he had been riding it, but the compliment stays.
“Holy hell,” he huffed as he eased to his side, arm pillowing his head. “I think you broke me.”
“Sweet-talker,” I replied, then sat up, slowly, to stare at the bedroom door. Winnie lay on the other side whining ever so gently. “You okay if I let the dog in? She always sleeps with me when I’m home and hearing her crying is making me sad inside.”
“Marshmallow,” he mumbled as he rolled off the bed. “Sure, but let’s get washed up first, okay?”
Yeah, that sounded good. One fantastic blowjob from Trick, followed by a hot shower later, we were wrapped up in my duvet, a black cocker spaniel snoring indelicately by our feet, holdingeach other as the night grew colder outside. There would be frost on my jack-o-lanterns in the morning. Poor things. I’d have the gardeners chuck them into the compost bin.
“God you feel so good in my bed.” I sighed as we cuddled close, his breath warm on my chest, his fingers moving through the pelt of hair on my chest. “I wish I could have you here every night.” I yawned sleepily. He murmured something into my pec that I didn’t catch over the ladylike snores floating up from my dog. “What, baby?”
“Said that would be nice,” he whispered, then lifted his cheek from where it had been resting over my heart to gaze at me softly. “I like your bed, and your dog, and your friend. He will be discreet?”
“Absolutely. Ty is one of the best humans on this planet. You’ll love Paula too. She’s so bright, so funny, and so pretty.”
“Okay, yeah, I want to meet her, and your family, I’m just…”
I gave his cheek a stroke with the back of my big, fat fingers. “I know and it’s all good. Don’t push yourself too hard. I can be a bit of a pushy dick at times, but I just have so much that I want to share with you, Trick. I love you.”
His eyes flared. A jolt of panic hit me square in the chest. Damn my big mouth. I’d been so careful to keep my emotions in check, not an easy thing for me, and now I’d blown everything to fucking bits. He’d freak out, run off, and we’d have to start all over again, if he would even see me at all. Fuck. God, I was an asshole of the highest caliber.
“What did you say?” His voice was smooth as the fur on a puppy belly.
“Trick, I meant that I?—”
“No, don’t make things up. Say it again.” His gaze was intense.
Fearing what I had done, I wet my lips and spoke the words again. “I love you.”
He seemed to become lost in himself for the longest moment I had ever experienced. It took all the resolve I possessed not to tighten my hold on him. He would run. I knew it. My battered brainpan was already spinning out wild ways to try to win him back when he blinked away whatever mental soup he had been splashing about in.
“You love me.” Not a question but a statement.
“I do. Madly. Wildly. With all my heart.”
In for a penny as they say…
He could only streak off into the night once.
“That’s…” He cleared his throat. Winnie snuffled. The chilly November winds blew outside as they carried the first taste of winter into my yard and possibly my heart as well. “That’s powerful.”
“Yeah, I know. We can shelve that for later. I never meant to say it, I was just?—”
He brushed a kiss over my lips. “I love you, too.” Now it was my turn to gape like a dunderhead. “That’s the dopey football face I know and love.”
