Page 53 of Forecheck
“Unbelievable.” On shaky arms, I rose to sitting, gripping his chin in my hand. “But make no mistake, Brent Jean. I will pay you back for toying with me.”
“I look forward to it,” he said, kissing me softly before rising from the bed. I threw myself backward onto the pillows, snuggling into the soft sheets.
A moment later, a zipper being pulled sliced through the silence, and I mumbled, “What are you doing?”
“Getting you a shirt to sleep in,” he said, tossing me a blue tee.
Though I was dead tired, my legs and arms deliciously wrung out in that way only a really phenomenal orgasm could accomplish, I sat up again and tugged it on.
Brent disappeared into the bathroom, and by the time he returned, I was already asleep.
You've Been Outed
My phone rang rightas I was getting out of my truck in the players’ lot, and I smiled when the display showed Berkley’s name.
“Hey, you,” I said as I grabbed my bag from the backseat.
“Hi!” she said. “Just wanted to check in and see how your doctor’s appointment went.”
“Aww, you remembered.”
“Of course I did,” Berkley said, scoffing. “The team needs you back. They’ve looked like shit without you.”
I laughed, hooking my bag over my shoulder as I made my way across the parking lot. “That’s what I keep hearing, but don’t tell the boys. There’s a lot of ego on that team.”
“Don’t I know it.”
“Don’t tell the boys what?” Mitch asked, appearing from the opposite side of the lot and meeting me at the door.
“That you guys have looked like shit without me,” I said happily.
“You’re cleared?” Mitch asked. “And who are you on the phone with?”
“Berk.”
“Yeah?” she asked, and I groaned. Trying to keep two conversations going at once wasn’t ideal.
“Mitch asked who I was on the phone with, babe.”
“Tell him hi! Where are you anyway?”
“She says hi,” I told Mitch. “And I’m actually just walking into the rink for practice.”
I pulled the phone away from my ear as her excited scream echoed through the speaker.
“You’re cleared?!”
“I’m cleared.” I couldn’t help grinning. It was a long three weeks being off the ice, and I was more than a little excited to get back to work.
Although, I’d miss the extra free time I had to spend with Berkley—when she wasn’t holed up in the law library.
“Oh, that’s great news,” she gushed. “I’m so happy for you, Beej. But take it easy, okay?”
I grinned at her use of the little nickname she’d given me.
“Always,” I told her, and disconnected.
Mitch stood staring at me, blocking the door inside, arms crossed over his chest like some bouncer barring my way into the hottest night club in town.
