Page 63 of Breakout
“Okay. I’ll go get your jersey from the store right now,” I tell him as he gives me his back, taking my jersey to a locker.
He opens it, tossing my jersey inside before pulling another one out. Shutting the locker, he walks over to me. “Put it on.”
I take the jersey from his hand, pulling it over my head. Once it’s in place, I pull my hair out of the neck of it.
Then I look at him.
He does the little circle with his finger again. This time, I do it without question, holding my hair up.
When my back is to him, he steps into me, his lips hitting the bare side of my neck.
“My name looks so fucking sexy on your back. If I didn’t have a game to play, I would fuck the shit out of you right now.”
I moan, arching my neck as he continues to pepper kisses up and down my neck. His hand slips up, underneath the jersey, until he reaches my breast. Then he pinches my nipple, making my ass press back into him.
“I wish I wasn’t wearing all of this shit so I could feel your body against mine.”
He spins me, pinning me to the door as he presses his lips against mine. “Wear this later. I’m coming over tonight, and I’m going to fuck my wife while she wearsourlast name.”
I’m panting at this point, my body aching for his touch. I’ve never needed someone as much as I need him.
A knock on the door startles me.
“Coach asked for you,” Ronnie calls through the door.
“I’m coming!” he yells back before kissing me once more.
“Cheer loudly for me.”
“Always,” I tell him, letting him lead me out of the locker room.
He threads his fingers through mine as we move toward Ronnie.
“What did you tell him?” Beckett asks.
“That it smelled like you were taking a massive shit. Get going before you get me fired.”
Beckett laughs. “Thanks, man. See you later, Pey.”
He gives me one last kiss before he heads toward the ice.
“Better get to your seat, ma’am,” Ronnie says, looking nervous.
I nod, heading back. As soon as I slide past the girls, Cora nudges me.
“Guess you could afford the jersey after all.”
I give her a tight smile as I nod, focusing on the game.
It’s getting harder and harder to lie to them. I’m going to come clean sooner or later.
I just hope they don’t hate me when they realize how much I’ve lied to them.
We’ve just played the game of our lives. I swear I am still high on the win as we all celebrate in the locker room together.
I don’t know about the other guys, but I know why I was at the top of my game.
Peyton.
