Page 75 of Forecheck
“That might’ve been the most stressful game I’ve ever watched in my life,” she said when she answered. “So many fucking penalties.”
I laughed. “Imagine how it felt to play it! The entire game felt like we were in a pot waiting to boil over.”
“I can’t believe you almost knocked Bobal out,” she said. “You’re lucky I found it so sexy or I’d be a lot more angry with you. What was all that about anyway? It looked like he was taunting you.”
“Just bullshit hockey player stuff,” I said quickly. There was no point in worrying her or pissing her off by sharing his words. “Mostly retaliation for that hit on Grey.” The lie rolled easily from my tongue. I didn’t like it, but what she didn’t know couldn’t hurt her.
And, truthfully, I owed Bobal a lot worse for what he’d done to Grey last year.
“Speaking of Grey,” Berkley said, her voice going quiet, “I know that goal is going to end up on SportsCenter. That passwas so fucking hot. If you were home right now, you’d be naked already.”
My cock twitched, but I couldn’t help razzing her a bit. “You need me to make game-winning-goal assisting passes to want to get me naked?” I asked, my hand going to my lap.
“Definitely not. I always want to get you naked. Run my hands all over those muscles, dig my fingers in your hair, bite your shoulder when you’re deep inside me…”
My mind flashed through all our moments together where she’d done everything she was describing. I hated myself for remembering Bobal’s words at this moment, but it was true: my girlwasa freak in bed.
“Berkley,” I rasped.
“Yes?” she asked sweetly.
“I would kill to be able to taste you right now.”
“We could…pretend.”
That had me sitting up straighter in bed. “You mean like…phone sex?”
A moment later, my screen lit up with an incoming FaceTime call.
“Yes, phone sex,” she said when we connected.
Recognizing the wall of windows in the background behind her, I asked, “Are you…at my place?”
Her grin was sheepish. “Maybe.”
“Why?”
She shrugged a shoulder. “I miss you.”
“I miss you, too,” I said, grinning. “Now about this phone sex thing.”
“Are you into it?”
“Fuck yeah, I’m into it. I’ve just never done it before,” I said with an incredulous laugh.
Incredulous because it was insane that there was something sexual I’d never done before. I was more than happy to let Berkley take this first.
Berkley’s responding laugh was low and husky. “Neither have I. So we figure it out together.”
“Okay…” I said slowly. “What do you want me to do?”
“I want you to wrap your hand around your big cock and pretend it’s mine.”
“Berkley…” I groaned, but did as she asked, shucking my shorts and reaching for my shaft. Even a few minutes on the phone with this woman had me ready to come apart merely by gripping myself, but I called on years of carefully practiced self-control to hold my urges at bay. I breathed deeply through my nose, squeezing myself at the root to quell the urge to spurt my load all over.
A one minute man, I was not.
“Angle the phone better, babe,” Berkley said. “I want to watch.”
