Page 111 of Rebound
“We play clean hockey, unlike some people,” one of the defenders tells me with a glare.
I grin and everyone laughs. It’s not even a dirty move and probably a lot more safe than half the shit the guys do on a regular basis. “Are you going to whine or do you want to learn it?”
They look at each other and hands go up. I shake my head and instruct them on where to stand and how to move. It takes them a few tries to understand they’re coming from behind and the side. How to angle their sticks without causing interference and get the ball to roll over and away from the opponent. By the end of the hour, not only have they learned the move, they’ve picked up new skills.
We take a much needed break and I notice the number of people sitting in the stands. We’ve never had an audience before and certainly not this large a group. It’s mostly women and I wonder if they’re partners of the players or just random folks showing up to watch half-naked dudes running around. As the guys preen and flex for the ladies, I check my phone for any messages from Tamara. Despite my insistence she takes it easy, she’s travelling around the city visiting sites and spending lots of time with Julia Christopher.
I love her, but she’s making it really difficult to stay calm.
I blow the whistle and get everyone back on the pitch. We switch teams—skins and shirts—and start the next game. While I push the guys to train together every day, it helps to bring all the coaches in when I can. It builds camaraderie and a bond between the team. Implementing everything my coaches have taught me is just the first step. Making sure they get to the finals is the next one. For now I’ll accept them getting along, different citizenships being put aside for a few more months.
“Ah, you fucker!” I yell as one of the players tries the jink steal on me and earns his team a goal. They laugh and tease me, but I’m proud of them for doing it so well.
“Whoa, now that’s a woman,” someone says.
“Oh mama. That’s a mom I’d like to fuck, all right.”
I whistle. “No more objectification. Back in position.”
I don’t even want to know which woman they’re thirsting after, encouraging this behaviour is trouble. When someone whistles and yells awooga, all hope is lost. I chuckle. I know the voice. I look over my shoulder and see Tamara in one of my T-shirts. Except she’s ripped off the sleeves and tucked the front into her pants.
“Looking good, boys!” she calls out and I smile. This is what I mean about increasing my blood pressure. “Hey, Daddy Trick.”
That gets everyone’s attention and heads snap to me. I nod, laughing softly as I jog over to where she’s leaning against the fence. Her expression is so bright, freckles dancing across her nose as she grins wider and curls fall out of her messy bun.
“Hey, Lotus.” I kiss her and she slips her fingers through the chainlink to touch my bare skin. A filthy moan escapes her and I swallow it as the kiss deepens. For a brief moment I forget we’re in public with a very attentive audience, but it’s worth it.
“Now everyone knows you’re off limits,” she mutters as the kiss breaks and glances to the stands before focusing on me.
“I don’t care what everyone thinks. Is that why you’re here?”
“Yes and no. I got an alert for your name on social media and a bunch of these thirsty bitches posted pictures and stories about wanting you.” As she explains, she shows me her phone, but I have no idea what I’m looking at. “I finished my work with Ms. Christopher and Kuriakose brought me over. Besides, I’ve only ever seen you play on television, did you know that?”
“No, but did I mention I loved knowing you were watching me while I was in Paris?”
She rolls her eyes and pokes my stomach, then makes a face. “You’re so fucking hot, Trick. But this is the wrong reason to be sweaty.”
I grunt at the distracting visuals playing in my head. “The sooner you let me get back to work, the sooner I can get you sweaty too.”
“Okay,” she whispers and leans in for another kiss. “For the record, I like watching you play.”
“I like playing with you more, Lo.” I walk backwards and wink as I blow the whistle to restart the game.
We crash into the flat in a tumble of flailing arms and bumping teeth. But we don’t stop. I push Tamara up against the door as a means to close it and her hands slip into my shorts and wrap around my cock. Groaning, I drag my mouth down her jaw to her neck. She strokes me hard and fast, one hand circling my base, the other sliding up and down, palm dragging over the head.
“Lo, slow,” I grind out.
My girl doesn’t listen to me; why would she? I nip at her neck and she yelps, her grip on me faltering. I use the break to push away from Tamara, my eyes devouring every inch of her body. We’re panting, eyes glazed as we stare at each other.
She starts to strip, dropping each discarded layer to the floor at her feet. When she finally toes off her sneakers, my breath catches at the perfection that is her body—her soft thighs with dimples, the belly growing our baby, heavy breasts and dark brown nipples. I hated hearing the guys say those things, but looking at her right now, I have to agree she’s a hot mom I’d like to fuck. She steps forward and gathers her hair on top of her head; her breasts rise with the movement and my mouth goes dry. I’ve seen her naked and had her like this in so many different ways and yet, seeing her wanton and ready for me never gets old.
“Shorts and underwear,” she commands and I push them off. When I wrap a hand around the base of my cock, she shakes her head. “I touch, you watch.”
I nod dumbly and she kneels in front of me. Her mouth is curved into a soft smile as she admires my dick and never in my life have I felt so naked and vulnerable. I’m aching to touch myself, to relieve some of the tension that’s building, but I know better than to defy her commands. Tamara wraps a hand around my base and rubs her thumb over the tip. My head falls back on a moan, words and thoughts flying right out of my mind. She twists her bottom hand while continuing to tease the head of my cock, the pleasure of her touch almost too much.
While one hand strokes around the base, she drags her short nails along my length with the other one. A shiver runs up my spine, balls feeling heavy, but I don’t look away. She traces the vein on the underside of my cock with one finger and then replaces it with her tongue. I groan and watch as she licks slowly, like she’s tasting a lollipop. Then she sucks on the head and I moan loudly.
Her pink lips spread around my dick as she takes me deeper. I watch as inch by inch I vanish into her mouth and when her nose bumps against my stomach, my breath catches. She makes the dirtiest and most unintelligible sounds, keeping me pressed to the back of her throat as she swallows. Tamara releases me and sucks in a loud breath before she’s diving back in. This time she practically sips on my cock gently, twirling her tongue as she makes her way down. Her head bobs with every movement while her hand continues to stroke and tease the base.
