What Are The Chances (Phil-U #2)

36 Do you want this?

CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX

Do you want this?

WILL

I was done. Well and truly spent. With heavy limbs, I trudged off the ice and headed for the locker rooms.

Despite the cool arena, I was sweating as though I’d run a marathon in a heatwave. I’d probably pushed myself too hard today, but it was the only way I knew how.

I was edging along the corridor when someone came into view. I did a doubletake, assuming my eyes were playing tricks on me. It was the absolute last person I expected to see.

“Dover?”

Riley glanced up from her phone. She was dressed in her running gear, those loose high-waisted shorts that flew open as she ran, and an oversized sweater that was covered in rain droplets. Her hair was wet too, dripping onto her shoulders.

“Caufield?” She jarred to a stop. “I thought today was your off day.”

And she knew that because? Grace? Parker? She was keeping tabs on me? I wish.

“Coach sorted extra ice time.”

“Right.” She gestured weakly to where she’d come from. “I was out running and I needed the bathroom.”

Her dark brows pinched together as she studied me, her eyes moving up and down my body. I don’t think she’d ever seen me in gear, unless the last game against Allentown counted. I was holding my stick in my left hand and my helmet in my right. My hair was chaotic and my face was covered with sweat, but Riley wasn’t much more put together than me right now, and she sure wasn’t looking at me like I was a sweaty mess.

“Why do you need extra ice time? Is your game still off?”

I nodded.

“How come?” she pressed.

I shrugged. “Beats me.”

And it truly fucking did. At the start of the season, my game had felt fine. I’m not sure what had shifted since then. My shoulder was achy, but not to the extent where it should be affecting the things that were going wrong. Deep down I knew I was in my head about something, I just didn’t know what.

Somewhere in the distance a door slammed closed. Riley jumped as if a madman was in the building and going to chase her down. She was probably still spooked from Ghost Slayer.

She cleared her throat. “I should keep going. I’ll catch you later.”

She scattered before I could blink, though I did get a glimpse of her long legs, somehow still tanned despite being in the middle of winter.

I considered going after her, but with her in runners and me in skates, there’s no way I’d catch her. Besides, I reeked. I’d worked my ass off on the ice. I needed to rinse off.

After ditching my skates and gear, I grabbed my towel and headed straight for the shower. With no other guys to compete with, I chose the one with the best pressure and cranked the warm water. Closing my eyes, I edged under the spray then lathered up.

I missed the busyness of a normal day. When my teammates were about, when trainers smiled as they passed. One thing I didn’t miss was the social media team though. Sometimes I’d round a corner, my head focussed on getting to the ice, only to be stopped by a camera and question. Like who had the best bromance on the team, or who had the strangest pre-game ritual, or who I’d trust most in a zombie apocalypse.

Not fucking Tripp. The guy spooked as easily as Riley.

Now I often waited to transition from the locker rooms to the ice until someone left right before me. That way while they were getting camera time, I could sneak behind them and dodge the question. Tripp and Ryan loved the camera. Levi was impartial to it. I hated it. Almost as much as I hated Ryan’s fucking TikToks. But I also hated the idea of him showing the world a drunken video of me doing the WAP dance from beginning to end, hence why I’d reluctantly filmed the latest new trend with him last night.

I was fairly sure the guy made money from his videos, particularly the ones that included all our roommates. Rumour had it one video was hovering at nine-million views. Can’t say I’d seen a dime for it.

“Caufield? ”

I stilled with one arm hovering above my head. Riley’s voice had just come from somewhere close by. Unless I’d imagined it.

“Are you in here?”

Definitely her.

“Yeah.” I cleared my throat. “I’m in here.”

And naked I ought to add, though I’m sure she could put two and two together.

As she appeared in the doorway, she easily spotted me with nobody else in sight. A partially tiled wall came up to my waist, providing a semblance of privacy, but it did little to conceal the fact that I was essentially fully exposed.

I uncertainly wiped my hands over my chest, clearing away the suds from the soap I’d lathered myself with. I had no clue what Riley was doing here.

With a controlled breath Riley edged further into the showers. After rounding the partition, she stopped directly in front of me. Warm water continued to spray against my back. Riley was mostly shielded from it, but light droplets glittered over her. Not that it mattered – she was already wet.

Holding my gaze steady she reached out, her fingertips landing on my right collarbone. She traced the outlines of my tattoos, delicately roaming over each individual one. I had no idea what she was doing in here or what was about to happen, but my dick that had sprung into action had plenty of suggestions.

I cleared my throat. “What are you doing, Riley?”

With her eyes still locked on mine, she silently lowered to the ground, her bare knees meeting the wet tiles. My dick literally jerked when her two hands came to rest on my ass cheeks, and moisture seeped from the tip when she licked her lips. I wasn’t convinced she was about to do what my entire body was praying for. I didn’t want to ask and break her trance either, so I patiently waited for her to make her move.

It was quiet in here, even with the shower running. I could literally hear my heart thumping in my chest. Swallowing was hard. Everything was hard.

“Do you want this, Caufield?” Riley asked, before dragging her tongue along the length of me.

I groaned. I was like a teenage boy being touched by a girl for the first time. That small act alone almost caused me to lose control.

I gestured to my more than ready dick. “What do you think?”

When Riley wrapped her warm mouth around my shaft, I almost blacked out. She dragged her tongue up and down, pausing to circle the most sensitive spots. I was forced to reach for the shower wall for support. I could barely fucking stand.

“Fuck, Riley,” I grunted, thrusting one hand around her ponytail .

When I yanked it lightly she moaned, sending vibrations through my aching balls. She moved her head back and forth pointedly, all the while sucking, licking and scraping her teeth gently. Her hazy blue eyes were pooling with lust. I’ll bet if I stuck my hands between her legs, she’d be painstakingly wet.

Despite the intensity, I couldn’t tear my eyes off her.

Riley needed no guidance. Just like I remembered her body, she remembered mine. Adding her hand into the mix, she applied the right amount of pressure. My hips instinctively began to rock, meeting her mouth in the middle. I was close and she knew it.

This was quite honestly one of the hottest things I’d ever experienced. If I could capture Riley on her knees, her dark head bobbing back and forth, I’d never need to fantasise about anything else. Riley was ruining me for all other girls. Hell, she’d ruined me in freshman year. Sex with other girls was good. Sex with Riley was lifechanging.

“Riley.”

My voice came out gravellier than I’d ever heard it.

With a strained swallow she moaned again, her fingernails sinking into my hamstrings. She tightened her lips and began moving faster. Fuck. I couldn’t hold off. I shot off in her mouth, hitting the back of her throat. Riley took each drop gracefully, her throat wobbling as she slowed her movements.

In a blissed stupor, I dropped my head onto my forearm, watching in admiration as Riley slowly got back to her feet and licked her lips. Placing her palms on my pecks, she rested her forehead on my chest. I’ll bet she could hear my erratic heart. I doubt it would slow down anytime soon.

Neither of us said a word for what felt like an entire period. After a while she pulled back to look at me. We were so close. Barely an inch between our lips. If I kissed her, would she kiss me back? Maybe. But I didn’t want it to happen like this. She needed to come to me first.

“When is your next game?” she asked.

“Wednesday. Morning skate ends at ten.”

Riley inhaled deeply enough to summon the courage to jump from an airplane. “My house straight after?”

She looked partly nervous, like she was worried I might shut her down.

Not a fucking chance.

I wasn’t one of those guys who needed to preserve testosterone, and if there was one thing I was willing to fuck up my routine for, it was Riley Dover.

I grinned. “I’ll be there.”