Page 31 of Big Pucking Deal
“Enough of that for tonight. But right now, I think it’s time for you to make me see stars.”
The small smile on my face is huge and I gladly oblige. That night she sees stars, Jupiter and beyond.
Me…I hold heaven in my arms.
THE BUZZERsounds bringing the second period to an end and we all skate towards the exit. Before I step off the ice, the announcer calls out over the loudspeakers.
“Havoc fans. Get ready to feel the heat and welcome your Whirlwind dancers.” Shouts and whistles and catcalls echo through the arena and I skid to a stop and look over my shoulder.
The dancers file out onto that special rug they use for center ice performance and I see my girl standing in the middle. The lights go black and a slow sensual beat begins to play. A single light shines down and puts a group of three girls in the spotlight. They dance for a few beats and the lights go out again only to come back on highlighting another group of girls. It does it a few more times, but Jolie has yet to be featured. I’m about to walk away when one last light flickers on and my Bunny stands solo.
Her hands glide over her body, making their way from her hips and flip up through her hair. The golden strands float through the air as her body sways this way and that way. One leg pops out to the side and her hand follows a different path, down her curves and over her shapely legs to her ankle where she stops and looks up to the crowd, throwing a wink. The crowd goes wild and when she flips right side up, all the lights come on and the entire dance troupe breaks out into a dance that could make a teenage boy shoot off like a geyser.
“Santos.” I hear my name barked from down the corridor and look to see a fuming Coach Hammer staring me down. “Get your ass over here and quit jacking off to the girls.”
I take one last look at Jolie and make my way to the locker room.
The rest of the game is quite difficult to focus when all I can picture is Jolie doing that same dance. For me. In my room. Naked.
Right as I imagine Jolie straddling my lap and lowering herself down on my aching dick, I get slammed into the boards, and an elbow catches me in the chin.
I shake my head, trying to clear the stars that momentarily flash in front of my eyes, then I wake up and chase after the asshole who checked me and do the same to him. Of course I end up in the box, but it was worth it. That bastard interrupted a perfectly good daydream.
When my time is up and I jump the boards, I put my last drop of sweat into the game but the team comes up short and we lose.
When we drag out of the locker rooms, every guy with his head hung low, I’m greeted by the most wondrous sight.
“Head up, thirteen. No lame asses. Winner attitude only.” Jolie stands with her gym bag hanging off her shoulder and a giant pretzel in her hand.
She holds it out to me and I take it, smiling big and wide. Memories of her and Jordan waiting for me after my games, giant pretzel coated in chunks of salt in their hands, come flooding back. All my good memories are tied to Jolie, and I’m happy that my future memories will be tied to her, too.
“I think you forgot something,” I tell her.
She holds her other hand out, palm closed and facing up. “Nope. I would never forget.” Her fingers pop open, revealing packets of mustard.
I snatch the mustard from her palm then pull her to me, covering her face with kisses and making her laugh. “Thank you baby. Let’s go.”
We walk out, hand in hand, and smiles on our faces. Groups of players and puck bunnies stand around talking and I put blinders on, pretending they don’t exist.
“Hey Joaquín. Are you joining us for some games at the pod?” An overtly voice calls out from across the parking lot.
Jolie looks over at the group and I keep my eyes focused straight on where my car is parked.
“Who’s that?” She asks, but I refuse to look at them.
“Ghosts of the past.”
She squeezes my hand then calls out, “No thanks. We’re good. We’ll be having plenty of our own fun tonight. At home. Where we live.”
She wiggles her fingers at them and continues to lead me to my Porsche then pushes me against the passenger door when we get there. Her lips lock onto mine and she coaxes my mouth open with her warm tongue, and twists it with mine. Her hands smooth over my chest and come to rest on my face.
We separate and she scratches my scruffy jaw with her nails. “Leave the ghosts in the past. They don’t matter, remember.”
I swallow down the apology that is always sitting on the tip of my tongue and nod my head.
“You’re too good for me. I don’t deserve you,” I tell her.
“We’re good for each other, Bean. And we deserve happiness. So hush your mouth with those words. You wanna go home?”
