Page 82 of Trouble in Love
“Kids! I made pancakes. Time to get up.”
“MA! Jesus fucking Christ.” With my boner deflating like a popped ballon, Polly and I stilled, waiting for the sound of footsteps that like me, never came before burying my head between Polly boobs. “As much as it pains me to say this, we better go. I might have been able to rock your world in a church with your family and fiancé a few feet away, but I cannot do anything with her there.”
“Time to get up, Luca!” Her continued knocking forced me out of bed, where I reluctantly pulled on some sweats and tossed Polly one of my tees. My body’s reaction to the thought of her boobs filling it out only intensifying as she slipped her sweet panty-less self from beneath the sheets and sauntered toward the ensuite.Ma is at the door. Ma is at the door.
“Luca, now.” Ma bellowed again. “They’re getting cold.”
Caught somewhere between amused and frustrated, Polly glared over her shoulder, a smile curling the edges of her lips. “I see where your doggedness comes from. Go. Eat. I’ll be down in a jiffy.”
“I love that I know what jiffy means now.” I replied, my feet and greedy hands ushering me towards her. “I’m practically an Aussie. I think I deserve a treat.”
“Pancakes are your treat. Go.”
My outstretched hands fell to my side, “Right. Right.” Turning on my heels, I made it halfway across the room, then paused. “Don’t be long. One because I’ll miss you, but also because Ana sucks them down without chewing. They’ll be gone in five minutes.”
“I’ll miss you too, Cowboy, and I won’t be long. Promise.”
Often, while lacing my skates, or padding up, the oddest things would pop into my mind. Today’s thought, which struck while pondering the perkiness of Polly’s satin covered boobs, was a curiosity more than an oddity.
Fuck, why have I never seen her naked?
I’d seen bits, all the important ones for sure—and not that I was complaining—but never the whole, perfect package. Actually, that was a lie; I had seen her that time I ran her a bath at her house and several more after that; I’d been blessed to witness her beautiful back, the way it flared from her waist into her beautiful, wide hips and lovely plump ass. But every other time we’d been together, there was one of those silly, frilly nighties lying over her stomach. Again, I wasn’t complaining. Rather, I was curious.
She often mentioned dieting and working out when I first met her, and she had been teased about her weight issues as a kid. But she was so confident. So … sexual. Surely she knew I worshiped every dip and curve on her body? Didn’t she?
Shit. How could I have never noticed?
It was a stupid question, but I was a stupid man. Of course I knew the answer, I was too distracted by the bits that were bare to notice the bits that weren’t.
“D’Cruz. Are you joining us?”
Again,shit.
The rest of the team had hit the ice, and I had a boner while thinking of naked Polly, which if I continued to do, could have speared through the bench I was sitting on.
“Coming, Coach.”
Further stupid thoughts struck as I caught up with my linemen and joined the tight huddle coach had them form. Hockey gear is really uncomfortable when rocking a semi, and the next time I call outcoming, I want to be balls-deep inside a naked Polly,
Dude, not helping the boner situation.
“Welcome home, boys. Nevada kicked all our asses. I’m proud of the effort you put in and the work you put out. Now it’s time to put those gains to the test on the ice, warm up, then scrimmage.”
“First and second lines are with me,” added Jax Martin, who was standing so close to Brown he may as well be on his back. Since I was still unsure of my spot on the team, I circled the same spot, waiting for instruction and hoping I didn’t have to ask. “D’Cruz, line two. Brookes, one. And remember, this is practice. You’re on the same team, but not.”
“Thanks, Jase, clear as mud,” I muttered, trying to seem cool when I wasn’t. I couldn’t be, not when the smug, heated gaze I knew was coming from Dallas without even looking could have melted the three-quarter inch-thick ice we were about to face off on.
The thing was it wasn’t him that had my blood pumping so hard it almost burst from my skin. Second line was a big deal. Sure, it wasn’t first, the spot I worked so damn hard to earn as a rookie,andas Jax emphasized, it was only a practice. But it was something. A big something. Kind of everything.
I was back on the team.
We were straight into it. Outside and inside edgework. End-to-end drills. One-on-ones. Scrimmage. Fuck, did it feel good. In Nevada, my ice time had been minimal, but we were at home, and the coaches were pushing me to the max with their eyes glued to my ankle the whole time,
Was it easy? No. Did it hurt? Yes, but the good kind. The-I’m-so-exhausted-I might-drop kind.
“I’m impressed,” smiled Tori, our tiny team physio, as she gave my foot a once-over on the bench. “I wasn’t sure how you’d go rehabbing by yourself on the other side of the world, even with my clear and expert directions. But you did good, kid.”
“Kid? Aren’t you like five years older than me?”
