Page 89 of Massacre Monday
All the women in my life standing close to each other like this does something to me. If I have to stay in Northview and obey my orders, become some suit-wearing decision maker, maybe it won’t be so bad if I have Pen waiting for me at home.
We could vacation a lot. Maybe Victor drives while I do stupid computer stuff, and Pen nurses on my dick during video conferences as we ride in the back of the RV…
Whelp, now I have to quell this growing situation in my pants.
Back on the ice, I square up against the asshole defender, who smirks at me with a glance toward my girl. “So she finally got here. Fucked your sisters, too.”
“Really?” I tap my stick three times, ready for the puck. Ineedit. “None of them mentioned you. Your tiny dick can’t be very memorable.”
“Dude… Isn’t your girlfriend Shayla Meyers?” Lan asks, chewing on his mouth guard.
The defender straightens up for a moment, but doesn’t speak. His eyes trail to the ice.
“Yeah, sheis! Holy fuck! You’rethatBrian Rivers…” Lan chuckles at some unknown secret.
“Fuck you. You don’t know her,” Rivers spits out and glares at both of us.
Lan only laughs harder. “I can only remember those cat eyes sitting right above her smooth mound.” He shrugs. “It’s a cute pussy tattoo.”
The ref points to the circle and shoves Lan back to it, reminding us to cool down, and we take our positions for the face-off. When he drops the puck,it’s mine.
For the next fifteen minutes, I command the ice. With sharp cuts and razor focus, I make up for my mistake from the first period by scoring without any opposition.
As soon as the black disk passes the net, I glance over to Pen, who screams and jumps up with the crowd. A look of awe in her eyes is all I needed to see. She blows me a kiss, and I pretend to catch it with my glove, then eat it.
Tied up, I give Lan the eyes. The ones that say,we’re going to win it, not just leave it as is. With only a few seconds left on the clock, I steal the biscuit from Rivers and skate like lightning toward the opponent’s goal. Lan trails to my right and as we approach, I make a sure pass straight to him. Their goalie doesn’t even see the puck fly into the back right as Lan scores and wins us the game.
A surge of victorious joy overwhelms me as our team meets in the middle to yell shouts of “Nighthawks take the night!” Especially as I rush to the side, where my girl is waiting.
I rip off my bucket, press my gloved hand against her neck, then kiss her and shake all my sweaty hair on her face. “Ryan!” she squeals, but she wears a giant grin.
“Got to make you smell like me, or these dogs will come sniffing too close.”
“Ryan, that’s disgusting,” Olivia says with a sneer.
My mother shakes her head. “Take a shower before you kiss your girlfriend.”
Leaning into Pen, I whisper, “Meet me in the back hall in thirty. Get rid of my family.” When I straighten up, I squeeze my mom’s arm. “Thanks for coming, Mom. See y’all at the house on Sunday.”
Hopefully, that was enough to get them out of here…
In the locker room, I hurriedly clean up and wrap a towel around my waist, then hustle to the hall where Pen waits for me, looking like a fucking temptress in my jersey.
My dick is spreading apart the thin white fabric, almost jutting into the open air at the sight of her. Her eyes widen as I snag her hand and lead her back in, avoiding the guys and snaking toward the trainer area.
“What are you doing?” she whispers in a harsh tone.
“I can’t wait, pink cheeks. You got me all hot and bothered. My cock isthrobbing.” Through gritted teeth, I growl, “I gotta put it in younow.”
She releases a hesitant giggle, but obeys and rushes with me into the darkened room, the boisterous calls from my teammates following just behind us through the open doorway.
It’s probably only seconds, but feels like an eternity when I swing her onto the table and rip down her jeans so she’s only wearing my number. My hands lace around the small of her back to pull her closer to my dick, the pad of my thumb trailing up her thigh to check her wetness as she shivers against me.
“Fuck. I love that you’re ready because I can’t hold back,” I say and thrust in as she chokes on a breath. The sensation of absolute relief from her warm embrace makes my head drop to her shoulder, huffing in the scent of her.
“They couldseeus!” she whisper-shouts. Her heated breath sends tingles down my spine.
“Yeah, they may. I’ll let them watch how fucking sexy you are, then scoop out their eyeballs after.” My hips dig in two long strokes, then several short ones, while my hands find their way under her knees to spread her wider for me. As I work myself into a frenzy, my towel drops to the floor and her head hangs back.
