Page 18 of The Hockey Player and the Tutor
I look down at the little girl, who smiles a gap-toothed grin at me, holding a hockey stick in my direction.
“Hey, #17. Could you sign my stick?”
Kneeling down in front of her, I take the stick from her gloved hands and she offers me a Sharpie. Uncapping it, I scrawl my name on the white wood surface.
“What’s your name? Do you play hockey?”
She turns her face shyly into her dad’s legs, wrapping her hands around his thigh.
He chuckles. “Her name is Missy and she does. She decided to switch from figure skating to hockey last year after I brought her to her first Beacons’ game.”
“That’s awesome,” I say, handing him back the stick and marker. Then I hold up my palm for her to slap. Her tiny little girl hand meets mine with a feisty force. “Keep practicing, Missy. Maybe someday I’ll see you play on the women’s team.”
Both dad and daughter say their goodbyes and I stand back up. As I do, the crowd parts and my eyes land on Brinly a few feet away, wearing a devastatingly beautiful smile.
My heart thumps wildly behind my ribcage.
Stunning.
Brinly is absolutely gorgeous and my mouth goes dry the moment she moves toward me and I get a good look at her.
Just like she said, she wears a team jersey that comes down to her knees, over a pair of black leggings and knee-high boots. Underneath a knit cap, her hair flows down over her shoulders in big wavy curls and my fingers itch to weave through those soft locks.
“Wow, look at you,” I mumble in awe, homing in on how the BNU logo stretches tightly across her full breasts. I swallow hard.
Brin peers down at her outfit and tugs at the hem of her top with a laugh. “It’s the first time I’ve ever worn a jersey.”
When she looks up at me, she takes my breath away with her blue-violet eyes and sweet honesty.
“Well, it looks good on you.” I open my arms and enclose her in a hug, breathing in her floral-scented shampoo and sugar sweet fragrance. It makes me want to eat her up.
When she pulls back, her grin is ear to ear.
“Preston, you did so great tonight! I’m so proud of you,” she exclaims, slipping her warm hands over my jaw and kissing me softly on the lips.
I kiss her back, working to regulate my breath and racing heart, and stopping myself from picking her up and carting her off to somewhere more private.
All I’ve thought about all week is the hockey game and spending an evening alone with this girl. Something inside me wants to make this date absolutely perfect for Brinly. I already know I’m going to want more of her, and I hope by the end of the night, she feels the same way.
I end the kiss and step back, slipping my hand in hers and tugging her along toward the parking lot. After the game, I asked Brecks if I could borrow his car for the night since I don’t have one with me at school.
“Where are you taking me tonight?” she asks curiously, her hand squeezing mine.
I lift my brows and turn to admire her profile. Smooth skin, soft cheeks, perfectly pointed chin, and her tits. Holy shit. They are round and full, and I know if I’m ever lucky enough to touch them, they’ll feel perfect.
My fingers twitch now at the thought of running my hands over the curves of her breasts and playing with the puckered buds of her nipples.
Clearing my throat—and my thoughts—I refocus on finding the borrowed car. I reach inside my jeans pocket and pull out the set of keys Brecks loaned me earlier, tossing them in the air and catching them in my fist. “The Fall Festival.”
The town hosts an annual fall festival every year, complete with rides, games, and fair food, before the weather turns cold and winter is bustled in.
I sneak a glance at her to catch her reaction. If the squeal of joy she lets out isn’t a clear indicator, the smile on her lips tells me she likes the idea.
“I’ve never been to one before. How exciting.”
“Really? Never?” I unlock the door and open the passenger side, watching as she slides in. I make sure she’s got her belt on before I close the door and walk to the other side.
When I get in and start the engine, I turn back to her, eying her skeptically. “So you’ve never played carnival games or eaten sticky cotton candy? Are you from another planet?”
