Page 91 of Hot Puck
Hope I never imagined was more than wishful thinking—and a million fantasies envisioned while getting myself off.
But that look, the way she’s swallowing repeatedly and can’t seem to get a word out says I can do more than hope.
I can plan.
“Gem?” I duck my head and slip my shirt over it. Pulling it down my torso I don’t care that it gets caught up on my hard dick. Or that she can’t take her eyes off it. “Did you want something?”
“Um. Yes. I...” She swallows again, then licks her bottom lip and my dick twitches at the thought of her using that tongue on me.
I turn and dive back into my bag, this time coming up with my underwear. And because I’m more than happy to torture us both, I drop them on the bench next to my bag and go searching for my shorts.
“Do you, um.” In my peripheral vision I see her shake her head. “Sorry. A lot on my mind. Do you want me to get Candace? I have a conference call later that I’ll take at home so I can have dinner with the girls.”
Shorts in hand, I turn to face her. “I was going to get her and be home when the twins are. I want to spend some time with them before playoffs start.”
“That’s weeks away.”
“Not many.” And because I’m enjoying this moment, I put my hands on my hips, my long fingers pointing to my erect dick. “And we both know we’re making them.”
She holds up a hand, fingers crossed.
“Don’t need that.”
Her mouth turns up in a small smile. “So confident.”
“Shouldn’t I be? We’re playing great hockey.I’mplaying great hockey. The best of the season. Things seem to have gotten better since Byrd came on board.”
“Yes. You are. The team is. Especially Byrd.”
“I hate saying it, but Lindberg getting traded back to New York was a definite win for us.”
She looks at her phone when it rings. “I need to take this.”
I nod. I still haven’t put my pants on and at this point I don’t think I will until she leaves the locker room. “I’ll get Candace.”
“I’ll still be home early.”
“All right. Maybe we can head out for dinner. Give the girls a treat before we get busier than busy with the end of season and the playoffs.”
“Sounds good.” Her gaze drops and I realize since she started talking again her eyes haven’t dipped below my chin. “I’ll, um… Okay, I need to go.”
She spins on her heel and yanks the door open. And just because I’m having more fun and feeling more hopefully than I have in months when it comes to my wife I call out, “Hey, Gem?”
When she twists her head around her gaze is already angling down and I grin. “Y-yes.”
“Thanks for offering to pick up Candace.” It’s a bullshit statement. I stopped thanking her for helping with the girls at Christmas, but it’s all that comes to mind to get her attention on me again.
“Of course.” She frowns, her hand on the door handle. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”
I grin full on now. “Oh yeah, totally loving it.”
She lets out a huffed laugh. “Put some pants on and go get our girl.”
My laughter follows her into the hallway. And I’m still smiling when I’m dressed and shouldering my bag.
My wife is not unaffected by me.
It’s a revelation and a salvation. Because if I had to keep living with this unrequited attraction bullshit, I’d die from blue balls.
