Page 43 of Slap Shot at a Second Chance

“Fine,” I grumbled and she scoffed as she looked at me shocked. “What?”

“Why are you the one that looks offended?” she asked and I bit the inside of my cheek to stop myself from smiling.

“I’m not.” I shook my head, making my voice a bit smaller as I pressed my fingers into the heel of her foot and she released a breathy sigh, leaning a bit more into the couch.

Well, I am fucked. Are her feet that sensitive?

“You sure?” she giggled as she downed the rest of her drink and I nodded, trying to focus on the task of massaging her feet without thinking too much of just how breathy her moans were.

I am seriously fucked.

“Hmm, that feels good, Nate,” she squealed and it was taking all in me to not get up and disappear into the bathroom. “You were made to do this,” she breathed out as she closed her eyes and I looked back at her feet as I whispered under my breath.

“I was made to do so much more than just this to you.”

“What did you say?” She raised her head and I shook my head as I pointed to the empty cans on the coffee table.

“The drinks are finished. I’m quickly going to run to the convenience store down the street and get us drinks,” I said as I gently lifted her legs off my lap. I needed the chilled air right now more than ever.

“Oh, I’ll go with you,” she said as she got up and I froze as she pulled her hoodie down. She’s going with me?

“Okay,” I said in a tiny voice and she giggled as she slipped on her shoes.

“Why did you squeak?”

“I’m excited that you and I are going on this little walk together.” I put my hand out for her and she threaded our fingers together. I wasn’t lying when I said I was excited that we were going on the walk together, because it meant more time with her butfuck meee.

Angel was seductive even when she wasn’t trying.

We made it to the convenience store and bought a few drinks and snacks. After a little debate on who was richer and who came to whose house without saying, she finally let me pay for the items and we were on our way home.

“Will you guys be going back to camp anytime soon?” she asked as we swung our interlaced hands together, both of us holding a plastic of items in our free hands.

“I don’t think so. I guess it will depend on how much practice the coach decides we need,” I said and she slowly nodded. “Why? Do you want to prepare yourself for just in case you miss me?” I teased and she giggled as she shook her head.

“Nah, I think I’ll be used to it now.” She let go of my hand and searched through her plastic bag, taking out a frozen popsicle, her eyes bright with excitement as she peeled the cover away.

“Nate?” a feminine voice called out my name and I turned around, staring at the woman in shock.Ah shit!

Angel turned around as well, with the orange popsicle between her lips, watching as the woman walked toward us with a huge smile.

“Hey,” I greeted awkwardly and she leaned in for a hug, wrapping her arm around my neck, pulling me in closer and Angel’s eyes widened as she sucked on her popsicle. “Monica.”

“It’s been so long since I’ve seen you!” she gushed as she pulled away, her eyes looking all around me, and not once acknowledging Avery.What the fuck?“What has it been? A year?”

“Two,” I corrected as I nodded, taking a step away from her and Avery loudly sucked her popsicle, tilting her head as she inspected Monica from head to toe.

Monica moved in front of Avery, hiding her from my view and she bit her popsicle, chewing loudly for us to hear.

It was taking all in me to not laugh, but at the same time, I was scared shitless.What if Angel got angry with me after this?

“Well, whatever.” She flipped her dark her over her shoulder and I watched Avery nod, pushing the popsicle in her mouth again. Her pink lips looked fuller and were glistening because of the juice from the ice.

Ah, I want to kiss her.

“I’m in town for a gig. We should hang out,” Monica said as she touched my arm, smiling. Monica was an attractive woman, whom I happened to have a thing with when I was over in New York and it was casual fun for the both of us.

“Mon—“ I sighed and she raised her phone, swiping across her screen.

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