Savage Valentine (St. Valentines)

3. Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Parker

Walking into the locker rooms, I’m basically on autopilot. How does one girl get under my skin so much? And why do I want her so bad? We fucked once, and out of all the girls I’ve been with, she’s the one I keep wanting to go back to. Hell, I’ve even tried to let some of the puck bunnies get me off, but nope, my mind always wanders back to Sydney. Seeing her ass earlier in that tight plaid uniform skirt doesn’t help my already hardening cock. Readjusting myself, a throat clears and I look up, seeing Hayes standing in front of me.

“Bro, where are you at? I said your name more than once.” He says, quirking a brow at me.

“Umm, I’m right here idiot.” I reply back.

“No dumbass, your head. Where’s your head at?” He questions and raises a brow.

“Which one?” I reply back with a smirk.

“For fucks sake, let’s go to practice before coach has us both running drills.” He laughs, slapping the back of my head as he walks by.

After making our way out of the locker room and onto the ice, we go through the plays for our next game. Since we’re down a teammate, we have to make sure the subs are ready and know all of our moves. Skating side by side, me, Hayes and Ezran start working on warm up drills. Once we’re feeling good and ready, we make passes to one another before hitting the puck to Phoenix, our goalie. We go through all of our plays, over and over again, making sure we’re all in sync.

Ripping the mask off my face and wiping the sweat away, we all skate off the ice and head back into the locker rooms. Sitting down, I start taking my skates off and putting all my things into my bag. Grabbing the duffle, I head out and walk towards my dorm room. The one place I can be alone and just take a beat. I swear my life consists of just hockey and school.

Getting out of the shower, I wrap my towel around my waist and walk to my dresser to grab some sweats. Slipping them on, I pick up my uniform pants and look for my phone. Pulling it out and tossing my pants in the hamper, I scroll my contacts until I find the one I’m looking for.

Me: What are your plans tonight?

Sydney: Who the fuck is this?

Sitting on my bed, I chuckle to myself. My little Ice Queen doesn’t even realize it’s me. She will though.

Me: Take one guess, but that’s all I’m giving you.

Sydney: Well, considering I only talk to a couple of people at this school and I have their numbers saved, I’m going to take a wild guess and just assume it’s the only boy who annoys my soul? ??

Me: Ouch. I can feel my heart breaking, Ice Queen. Lol, but your guess is correct.

Sydney: How the fuck did you even get my number? Nvm. What do you want?

Me: I want to hangout. You don’t need to worry your pretty self on how I got your number. I have my ways, baby. ??

Sydney: Ugh. Actually, I’m kinda busy right now. So… pass.

Me: Play hard to get all you want baby.

Sydney: It’s not playing when I don't want you.

Me: That’s not what you were screaming in the maze.

Read. She left me on read? This fucking girl. I’ll break down her walls soon enough. Closing the thread, I reach over to my bedside table, grab a joint from the drawer and light it up. Sitting back on my bed, I take a deep inhale and hold it before letting out a long exhale.

Laying my head back against the headboard, my mind drifts off to maze night. The night I knew I was going to make Sydney Jacobs mine.

“Why are you running? Do you like to be chased? You know that saying, ‘if I catch you I fuck you’?” I taunt, chasing this dark haired beauty through the maze, the one girl I have had my eyes on all year. Running through this thing is easy for me to navigate, seeing as this isn’t my first time here. The red sheer nighty she’s wearing leaves nothing to the imagination. And DAMN, I gotta say, her ass is nice.

“Yes, I know the saying. We’ll see what happens IF you catch me. I thought you were a hockey player, aren’t you guys supposed to be fast on your feet?” She laughs, her long hair whipping behind her in the wind.

Grinning at her back, I pick up speed, running faster. Just as she laughs because she thinks she got away, I tackle her from behind. Rolling her on her back and pinning her to the ground, I look into her deep blue eyes. They remind me of the ocean with one hell of a storm about to roll in. I can tell she’s hiding a lot and I plan to uncover every secret of hers that I can. Without revealing too many of mine. I feel like we’ve both had a shit run on life, but that’s all about to change.

“Caught you.” I growl, leaning down and capturing her lips with mine.

She swirls her tongue inside my mouth and lifts her hips to grind against my already hard cock. “Fuck me, or let me go. You choose, jock.” She whispers, licking my lips.

And that’s all the permission I need. Sliding down her body, I push her nightgown up and push open her legs, kissing and biting up her inner thighs. Wasting no time as I start flicking my tongue across her clit. She bucks her hips and runs her fingers through my hair, pulling at the roots. Sliding two fingers into her soaked cunt, I slowly move them in and out. Her writhing underneath me and hearing her soft moans is making my resolve slip. Pulling my cock free from my pants, I stroke it and squeeze the tip before slamming into her in one brutal thrust, causing her to scream out.

“That’s it baby, scream my name. Let everyone know who owns this pussy now.” I groan out. Fuck, she’s so goddamn tight.

“What the hell is that?” She moves her head to look between us, “It feels cold and different, but so fucking good.” She moans, her eyes meeting mine.

“My dick is pierced.” I say, pounding into her harder.

“Fuckkk.” Is all the reply I get. I watch as her eyes roll to the back of her head and she bites her lip, trying to quiet herself.

“Don’t quiet those sexy moans, Ice Queen. I wanna hear you when you cum.” I growl close to her ear.

“Fuckkkk, Parker!” She screams, her eyes lock with mine and the fire burning in them brings me closer to my own orgasm.

She’s close, so fucking close, her walls clamping down around me. Slamming into her a few more times, she screams my name again as her orgasm crashes through her. Feeling that familiar tingle climb up my spine, I pull out and cum all over her pussy, marking it as mine. She’s mine. Everything about her, MINE. And before long, she will know that too.