Page 73 of O Goalie Night
I’m just greedy when it comes to her.
Just as I’m about to head down the hall Beth appears in front of me like my very own manifestation.
“Hi,” she says shyly. Her hair is pulled up in a high ponytail and she’s still wearing the jersey she wore to the game. The black tights are gone and I’m treated to an eyeful of her long smooth legs.
“Hi.”
“Great game tonight. Did you get hurt in the fight?”
It didn’t even occur to me that the fight would have upset her. When was the last time someone cared enough about me to be worried?
“Nah,” I answer, my eyes still taking her in. “My defensemen were all over it.”
She plays with one of her sleeves and that’s when I notice that it’s not the jersey she wore earlier. That one was a few years old. The one she’s wearing now is the newer style, with the team logo on the right upper arm.
I go very still. Every muscle in my body tenses as I hold my breath. The world around me fades until all I can see is Beth’s coy smile as she stares up at me.
“Beth.”
“Hmm?”
“Whose jersey are you wearing?”
Those whiskey eyes blink up at me, her expression all innocence. “Mine.”
I run my tongue over my now dry lips and take a step towards her. “Whose name is on it?”
Slowly, she turns around, sweeping her ponytail over her shoulder as she does so it doesn’t obstruct my view.
JAMES. 33.
My name.
My number.
My girl.
I hear my heart as it pounds in my chest, each beat echoing loudly in my head as I stare at her; my real-life fantasy.
When I take another step closer, she shivers and I know she wants my hands on her almost as badly as I want to touch her.
“Are you cold, Baby? ‘Cause if you are, I’m going to have to insist that you keep this on. Can you do that for me?”
She nods her head quickly.
“Good girl.” I press a kiss to the nape of her neck and trail my hands down her, starting at her shoulders. When I reach her lower back, she arches it pushing her round ass against me.
I grab her by the hips and pull her to me, her back flush against my front and she gasps when she feels my hard cock pressing into her.
“Did you have any idea what wearing this would do to me?”
“I thought you…might like it.” Her breathing is shallow as I snake my arms around her. I can feel her heart beating wildly through the jersey.
Like. It’s far too flimsy a word for what I’m feeling. I like a lot of things. Coffee, dogs, long drives on clear days. I try and fail to explain to myself this rush of emotion that swells inside me everytime I’m with her. How do I even begin to describe the way my heart races when she’s near or the way my thoughts spin when she’s gone?
I’m about to throw her over my shoulder and sprint to my bedroom, but she looks so gorgeous in the soft glow coming from the tree. Instead, I pivot and walk further into the living room. When we reach the couch I spin her around to face me, pick her up at the waist, then set her down on the back edge. She holds onto my shoulders for balance as I step between her spread thighs. Leaning down, I angle my head and capture her lips as she sighs into my mouth.
I love kissing this woman. I’ve kissed a lot of women and the mechanics are mostly the same, but something about Beth elevates the experience. The softness of her lips, her taste, her touch—I could kiss her for hours on end.
