Page 47 of Hooked
Hell, why not? I tried to hide my smile from the girls as I answered him.
“Sounds good, captain.”
***
I stood by the bench with Cora, watching the action at center ice, as Madison struggled with the right way to hold a hockey stick.
“Do you hold it like this?” she giggled, holding the stick completely backwards. She turned the stick around, but still somehow held it all wrong. “Or do I hold it like this?”
The director of the commercial, growing impatient, waved his arms in the air. “Nooo!”
“Yikes.” Cora sighed. “What can you say? She wants to be the star of the show.”
Hunter and his teammates fooled around, blasted slap shots at the empty net, pushed and shoved each other. Normal hockey player behavior while they waited. But every now and then, Hunter skated by us, smiling at me and running his eyes all over my body. His greedy gaze made me shiver with anticipation.
But, like I said earlier. Someone always notices those tiny things, and Cora figured it out quick.
“Damn,” she elbowed me. “You reallydidget him worked up, didn't you?”
“Oh, I dunno,” I said with a long sigh.
“Uh oh, Honor. That wasn't a sigh of hopelessness or futility—that was alove-sicksigh.”
My jaw fell with mock outrage. “No it wasn't!”
“Totally was.” Cora's eyes probed mine. “So, did somethingelsehappen between you two?”
I reared back. “What do you mean, 'something else?'”
“You know. Since you made out last week. Anything else happen since then?”
I almost needed an ice scraper to get my chin off the floor. “How—whotold you that?”
Cora rolled her eyes. “Youdid. Remember? The night we got trashed and watched the game?”
I lowered my voice. “I told you that?”
“Sure did!”
“Oh lord. Please don't tell anyone.”
“I told you, I won't! Remember what I said earlier? I avoid the gossip. Well, the gossip comes to me, because people trust me with their drama. But I don't spread it. I don't get in the middle of drama, you know?”
“Thank you Cora … I trust you.”
Madison suddenly called out for Hunter. “Oh, Huuu~nter! Come here and show me how to hold this hockey stick the right way!”
Hunter dropped his shoulders and slowly glided over to her, like a kid who just got called in early from recess. Madison fumbled with her stick, turning it around and around. “Hunter, I can't … I just … hm!”
“You really think she can't figure out how to hold that stick?” I asked.
Cora gave me a look. “She's not stupid. She knows what she's doing, and it's like I said: she wants to be the star of the show.”
Sagely, Cora nodded, directing my attention over to Madison.
Madison was busily roping Hunter into giving her ahands-onlesson in holding a hockey stick. She pressed her rear into his front, grabbed his hands and tried to make him drape his arms all over her body.
Hunter kept trying to break free, but Madison wasn't having it. She just chased after him, pressing herself into him, planting her booty right into his crotch.
