Page 124 of One Good Puck
My head spins. I can’t believe this is happening. I can’t believe I’m fooling around with Abby in an alley behind a dive bar. I can’t believe she’s my girlfriend.
My heart thunders in my chest just thinking about it.
This incredible woman is my girlfriend.
I almost come right then and there. But I grit my teeth, tense my quads, staving off my orgasm.
I can’t come just yet. I want to savor this wild and amazing moment.
It’s been years since I’ve done something this exciting, this reckless—not since I was in my twenties.
But Abby brings out this side of me. This side that would do anything and everything for her.
The things I would do for her are endless. Make her come in an alley, fight a war for her, capture a piece of the moon and deliver it to her. Anything in the world. All she’d have to do is say the word, and I’d make it happen.
I grab her face and kiss her, hard. With her other hand,she plays with my balls. I almost collapse at how good it feels.
White heat shoots up my spine as the pleasure coursing through me kicks up.
“Fuck, I can’t take it when you’re like this,” I mutter.
She smiles against my mouth. “Like what?” Her voice is so sweet and innocent, it makes me fucking feral.
I tug my hand through her hair and gently pull. She moans softly.
“You’re a sweetheart. But you have this dirty side. It’s so hot.”
She smiles, then keeps kissing me as she works me faster in her hand.
Heat blasts through my entire body. My balls tense and throb. I’m gonna come really, really soon.
Not even thirty seconds later, I blow. Abby jerks me fast and hard. I grit my teeth to keep from being too loud, but a wild noise rips from my throat anyway.
Reams of hot come paint the brick wall behind her. My muscles are tight, and my chest heaves as I catch my breath. My head feels dizzy and heavy, and my dick and balls are aching from release. It’s fucking heaven.
I look at Abby, taking in the giddy smile on her face.
I lean down and kiss her, soft and sweet.
“That was hot as hell, sweetness. Now let’s go home so I can fuck you properly in my bed.”
I glare at the ice, trying to keep my anger under control. It’s damn near impossible though.
We’re playing Calgary tonight, and I’m watching asMcCoy attempts to lay another dirty hit on one of my players.
It’s been like that this whole game. He had a late check on Theo that the refs didn’t bother calling, and he committed blatant goalie interference on Blomdahl in the first period. The goal he scored shouldn’t have counted, but the refs didn’t seem to give a shit about that either.
I watch as Theo passes the puck to Del. He takes off across the ice with McCoy trailing him. As Del gets closer to the Calgary net, McCoy hooks him. The refs finally blow the whistle, stopping play to call a penalty.
“About damn time,” I mutter.
Jason nods. “Right? Jesus, what the hell is going on with the officials tonight?”
McCoy shoves Del, then Del turns around and punches him. The crowd goes wild as the two scuffle and throw punches. I’m not the kind of coach who gets amped up about fights. I understand that they have to happen sometimes, but I don’t want my players going too crazy.
But I have to admit that it’s pretty damn satisfying to watch as Del slams his fist into McCoy’s face over and over until he falls to the ice.
The linesmen pull them apart and lead them both to the penalty boxes.
