Page 82 of Off The Rush
“Hey, hey,” I quickly reassure her, placing a comforting hand on her arm. “It’s fine, really. If anything, your message gave me a boost. Don’t listen to these two,” I say, nodding towards Alec and Luka with another glare. Their smirks tell me they’re not taking my admonishment seriously, but I don’t care. The important thing is making sure Emma doesn’t feel bad about her sweet gesture.
“Are you sure?” Emma asks hesitantly, her eyes searching mine for any hint of disappointment.
“Positive,” I confirm, giving her a warm smile. “In fact, I think we might’ve stumbled upon a new pregame ritual.”
“Really?” Emma’s face lights up with relief and happiness, and I can’t help but feel my heart swell at her reaction.
“Absolutely,” I reply, the corners of my mouth tugging upwards into a grin. “I’ll look forward to your good luck selfies before every game from now on. It’s a requirement.”
Alec and Luka share another look, their eyes dancing with amusement, but I can tell they understand the significance of this moment for me. There’s a connection between Emma and me, something that transcends any superstitions or rituals. Having her support means the world to me, and I’ll gladly change my routines to bring Emma into them.
A couple of guys from the team engage Luka and Alec in conversation but Emma moves closer to me.
“Are you sure I didn’t mess everything up? I had no idea!”
“Look,” I say, leaning in closer to Emma and lowering my voice. “I played incredible tonight, and the team won. So, not only do I have a new pregame ritual, but I also have you to thank for it.” The excitement in my voice is genuine, and I can’t help but smile at her.
Emma’s eyes widen, and she bites her lip, clearly intrigued by this revelation. “Promise?” she asks, her voice barely above a whisper.
“Promise,” I confirm, reaching into my shirt and pulling out the necklace she gave me. I hold it up, the pendant catching the dim light of the bar, and wink at her. “You better be willing to keep helping me with this ritual, because it seems to be working.”
Her eyes lock onto the necklace, and she hesitates for a moment before asking, “Did you… wear that during the game?”
“Of course,” I reply, nodding. “I wanted to keep a piece of you with me, even on the ice.”
As our gazes meet, I can see the passion in her green eyes, and my heart races in response. I can’t wait until we’re alone, where I can show her just how much her support means to me. She’s a part of my pregame ritual now, and that thought sends heat coursing through my veins. That is no small thing for a goalie.
“JD,” she breathes, her cheeks flushed with emotion. “That’s… sweet. And kind of hot, actually.”
I chuckle at her admission. “Yeah, well, what can I say? You’ve got a certain effect on me.”
“Is that so?” Emma grins playfully, making a small move closer to me.
“Absolutely,” I murmur, feeling the warmth of her body as it inches nearer to mine.
Emma runs her finger up my arm and I can’t take it anymore. I need her, now. With a glance around the bar to make sure Alec and Luka are occupied talking to Liam and Reed, I gently grab Emma’s hand and lead her toward a dimly lit hallway.
“JD, where are we going?” she asks, curiosity dancing in her eyes.
“Somewhere private,” I whisper, my voice low and heavy with desire. We reach an unmarked door, which I push open to reveal a storage closet. It’s cramped and filled with cleaning supplies, but it’ll do. I pull her inside and shut the door behind us, plunging us into darkness.
“Is this…” Emma starts, but I cut her off by pressing my lips to hers, hungry for her taste. She responds eagerly, her arms wrapping around my neck as our mouths move together, heat building between us.
“Are you turned on in a supply closet right now?” she asks between kisses.
I smirk against her lips, grabbing one of her hands and guiding it down to my crotch, letting her feel the hardness straining against my jeans.
“Does that answer your question?” I murmur, capturing her mouth again. Her fingers curl at the sensation, her eyes darkening with lust.
“Okay, then” she breathes out, her voice hitching as I grind myself against her hand.
I lift her up effortlessly, her legs wrapping around my waist as I press her against the wall. The scent of lemon cleaner mixes with our arousal, heightening the illicit atmosphere. I fumble with my pants, freeing my throbbing erection and thanking the universe she is in a skirt. I push her panties to the side and position my cock at her entrance.
“Remember, we have to be quiet,” I remind her, my voice strained. “Can’t get caught since everyone thinks you’re only dating Alec.”
She nods, biting her lip to stifle a moan as I enter her in one smooth thrust. We both struggle to keep our sounds of pleasure to a minimum, even as I drive into her over and over again.
“God, Emma,” I groan, my control slipping as she clenches around me. “You feel so good.” I press my hand against her mouth, muffling her moans as I continue to pound into her. The thrill of getting caught only adds fuel to the fire raging inside me.
