Chapter 18
Princess
Are you ready for the game tomorrow?
Cash
I hope. I’m ready to crush Nashville
Is it bad I say I want you to do the same?
No. I like it
Why are they the worst team in hockey?
Because they’re dicks
Do you think you’ll be able to call me after the game? I miss you
I miss you too, Princess. I wish I were at home in bed with you
Yeah? What would you be doing to me?
Fuck. You realize I’m in a hotel room with my teammate, right?
And I’m not. I’m horny and wish my boyfriend were here with me.
Fuuuuuuck. I wish I was there and could eat that pretty little cunt of yours
I miss your tongue. The things you do to me. Your pierced cock
You realize how hard you’re making me?
How hard?
Want me to show you?
Yes
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I wish I was there and could feel that inside me
I wish I was too, Princess. You know how I love being inside of you and making you crazy
If only I could travel with the team. My problem would be a lot easier to solve
What problem? I want pictures
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You know how I love those tits of yours. I wish I was fucking them right now
You always play great after we spend the night together
It’s a theory I wish I never had to put to the test by being apart
I wish you were here
I do too. But I have to go. I need a cold shower if I have any hope of sleeping tonight
I guess I’ll just have to get myself off
Princess. You can’t tell me that and then leave
…
Just you wait. When I get home, I’m going to fuck you senseless
I can’t wait lt;3
“Fuck yeah!” I slap Troy on the helmet as I skate to him after another amazing goal. We’ve been dominating this game against Nashville so far.
After getting our asses handed to us at the beginning of the season, it’s nice to know we can rally against a conference rival.
“Great teamwork, guys!” Troy butts heads with one of the defenders who cleared the way for him to score. “Let’s keep doing that and we’ve got this game in the bag.”
I skate back to the bench as the second string comes out. The Nashville crowd is booing us. It makes me want to flip them all off, but I don’t. I think of Cassie and how she would react to that.
We’re currently up 4-1 in the third period. The last time we played the Knights, we got crushed. Tonight, it’s almost easy.
No win ever is. But tonight’s game is fun. The team is working as one. Offense. Defense. Every person is working together in a way I haven’t seen in a while.
The rest of the game goes by in a blur of boos and goals. Colorado pulls out an easy win, 6-2. We line up to shake hands with them before heading to our locker room. By the time we get into the visiting team’s locker room, the press are waiting for us.
We don’t have a minute to breathe before they descend.
“Cash, how do you feel about this team win?” The reporter shoves his mic in my face. Guys all over the locker room are talking to the various reporters. The locker room is as bare bones as you can get. Every visiting locker room is this way.
Hard metal benches. Basic lockers. No frills. They do it to psych you out. They don’t want to replicate the coziness of your own locker room. The more you settle in, the easier it is for you to get an edge on the home team.
“I don’t know if you saw how well our captain was playing, but he dominated the ice tonight. It’s lucky I get to be on the same team as him.”
“Troy Hollins has made quite the name for himself these first few years in the league. What’s it like playing with him?”
This kind of question would have annoyed me in the past. Not tonight. Tonight? Tonight, I’m smiling thinking of Piper and how I would answer this question if she were the one asking me.
“He’s a great teammate. Someone who is always learning and always teaching you more about the game. Troy is the kind of player who elevates your own game so you’re not disappointing him.”
The reporter is practically beaming at me. I wish I could snap a picture and send it to Cassie to tell her how well I’m doing. But I can’t. Instead, I smile back at him as he moves on down the row of lockers to talk to Strawberry about his play.
I make quick work of my shower and changing because the last thing I want is to hang around here. There’s an itchiness to me tonight. I had two goals and two assists tonight. It was one of my best games. The one person I want to share it with isn’t here.
I grab my bag before heading out to the tunnel to get on the bus.
“Cash, wait up!”
I recognize the voice as they close the distance between us.
“Cassie. How are you?”
Cassie comes to a dead stop, a look of shock on her face. Cassie doesn’t come to every away game, but on these long stretches, she pops in every now and then.
“I don’t think you’ve ever asked me how I was doing before.”
“Get outta here. Of course I have.”
“You haven’t. And I have to say, if this is Piper’s doing, I’m okay with it.”
I roll my eyes before walking down the tunnel to the bus. We’ll be staying here tonight in Nashville before leaving for New Jersey tomorrow.
“What can I say? I’m a changed man.”
Cassie doesn’t know what to do with herself. “I just ran into Weber and he gave me a preview of tomorrow’s article. He is positively shitting rainbows about you.”
“No he’s not.”
There’s not a chance in hell that he is that effusive about me.
“Would you like me to tell you what he said?” Cassie quirks a perfectly manicured brow at me. I have a feeling whether I say yes or no, she’s going to do it regardless.
“Might as well since it seems like you want to.”
She’s beaming at me. “He said you had one of your best games, statistically speaking, and how you passed off all the praise onto your teammates. Even said that Troy is the kind of player who elevates your own game so you don’t disappoint him. Said how far we’re going to go with you at the helm.”
“Shit. He said that?”
No one has ever been that nice about me. Especially a reporter that I have been an asshole to. I realize that now. Well, Piper helped me realize that.
“I don’t know what Piper has done for you, but keep it up, Cash. The press are loving you and it’s making my life easy.”
I give Cassie my easiest smile. “For you, Cassie? I’ll do whatever you need me to do. Give yourself a pat on the back.”
“Does that mean you think I was right? I never thought I would see the day.”
“Clearly it’s not going to your head.”
“Ahh, there’s the Cash I know and love.”
“I’m not all that reformed.”
She shakes her head, giving my bicep a squeeze. “I never would’ve believed that in the past, but now I do. So keep it up. The less I have to deal with you, the better.”
She leaves in a haze of perfume and know-it-allness. If it were anyone else, I’d call them out. But Cassie isn’t wrong. Piper has completely helped transform my image after being with her for only a short time.
I wish I could say she was wrong when she decided to put this plan together, but she wasn’t.
“Nice to see you too, Cassie!” I call out after her, but she’s gone.
I head onto the team bus where most of the guys are waiting.
“Willy. Want to hit the town tonight?” one of the guys asks from the seat behind me.
“Nah, I’m good.”
“Seriously? We always thought you’d be down for a good time.”
“I want to talk to Piper tonight.”
“Damn. You’re whipped.”
“Don’t I know it,” I agree with a laugh.
Because it’s true. I never was one to turn down going out with the team. It always helped prevent me from going home on my own.
I used to love long road trips. Being in a new city and a new hotel meant I wasn’t at home by myself. Now I wish I were going home to Piper. At least at the end of this road trip, I’ll be seeing her in Edmonton.
Now? Now I’m going to some cold, box-hotel room so I can talk to her. I haven’t seen her in a few days, only exchanged a few texts with her here and there.
After that last one, all I want is to have some alone time with her. Whether it’s in my hotel bathroom or a bar, I want some time with Piper.
Imagining her getting herself off has been the only thought I fall asleep to. That warm body of hers. The way she takes my cock. How she responds to me as she comes.
I never thought all of that was wrapped up in my Princess. But God, what a dirty little Princess she is. It’s my life’s mission to bring out the dirty side in her.
Piper Fields is the epitome of the best person there is. She’ll do anything to help those around her. And seeing the dirty side come out during sex? I fucking love it.
Because that woman makes me crazy.
She’s my first thought in the morning and my last thought in the evening. I have never been so concerned with another person in my life. But I am with Piper.
She’s my person. I never thought I’d actually find one. But I have now.
The bus pulls up to the parking lot of our hotel and everyone gets off. Half the guys head toward one of the local bars while the others head to their rooms.
I’m thankful my roommate is still of the partying kind. It means I’ll have my room to myself.
I wave a few goodbyes to teammates as we head into the elevators and make our way to our rooms. Everything about this hotel is standard. Posters of the city line the beige walls. Worn down, patterned carpets rest on the floors.
I waste no time stripping out of my suit down to only my boxers, hanging up the jacket and pants then crashing onto my bed.
We’ve done nothing but traverse the country the last week, and it’s hard to know what time zone I’m in. Getting comfy in the bed, I immediately video call Piper.
She answers on the second ring.
“There’s my stud of a player.” A sleepy smile sits on her face.
“Hey Princess.”
Even though we played in Nashville, an hour ahead of Denver, the game still ended late. Piper looks exhausted. I wish I could scoop her up into my arms and fall asleep with her.
Fuck. When did I become this man that didn’t just want to have sex with someone? Not that the sex with Piper isn’t incredible.
Because it is.
But ask me a few weeks ago and I never would’ve wanted to just sleep with someone. Piper has completely changed the game.
“I am so proud of you, Cash.”
I can’t help the blush as I settle into bed.
“I wanted to do good just for you.”
She shakes her head, tucking both hands under her pillow. “You don’t need to perform for me. I can’t believe that you beat Nashville like that.”
“Oh no. I want you to be proud to be attached to me.”
Piper scoots closer to the phone. I hate that we can only video chat while I’m away. It feels like I’ll be away from her for months, even though it’s not that long.
“Cash. You know how much I adore being with you. You never have to doubt that.”
“Yeah?”
“Never.” Piper’s words are firm. “Whether this is fake or not, you are an incredible player and man. You deserve someone who is going to show you off. And that’s me. I’ll never not sing your praises.”
God. What did I do to deserve this woman? From the very first meeting, I was the biggest dick to her. But then with one chance encounter with her ex, this thing between the two of us went from pretend to real.
I don’t know if I’ll ever get enough of Piper. Of her goodness. The sweetness that she shows everyone on a daily basis. I’ve never been ashamed to be with her, and she’s never acted like she is ashamed of me.
It’s something that I’m not used to.
“I wish you were here with me, Princess.”
“After last night, I do too.”
Last night. When she texted me how great I always played after we spent the night together.
“You know, we could put your theory to the test.” I rest my arm behind my head as my dick chubs beneath my boxers.
“Oh yeah?” Piper’s eyes widen. If there’s anything I’ve learned about her in the last few weeks, it’s that her eyes give away everything. “What do you want to do?”
I rest my phone on my chest and shove my free hand in my boxers. “I want to see your tits.”
“Tits for your dick.” Piper is firm in her tone.
“What the Princess wants, the Princess gets.”
I turn the view on my video call as I watch Piper take her top off. Those perfect tits of hers that I love so much fill the camera.
“Fuck me, Piper.”
“I wish, Cash.”
My cock fills her screen as I give myself a lazy stroke. “Do you know how much I hate being away from you now? How I wish I could spend every night in bed with you?”
“About as much as I do. I miss you, Cash.”
Piper’s eyes are soft as she tells me those words. I’ve never missed anyone in my life. No one ever missed me, so why would I miss them?
But Piper? I miss her. She’s woven her way inside me in ways I can’t even begin to tell people. She’s the best person I know, and I don’t know how she’s in this with me.
“Touch yourself, Piper.” It’s the only thing I can do to break the hold on the emotions I have. I don’t want to tell her what she means to me over a video chat. I want to do that in person. “I want you to finger yourself and tell me what you taste like.”
“Cash,” she moans before turning the view on her camera as she pushes two fingers inside of herself.
“Fuck, Princess.”
I jack myself off as I listen to her get herself off. Her hips are arching off the bed as her moans fill my ears. I couldn’t care less if my roommate chose to come back at this time. Except no one gets Piper like this.
Only me.
I’m the only one that gets to see how much she wants me.
“I’m close, Cash.”
“That’s it, Princess. Get yourself off.”
My hand moves faster as I get closer. Fuck. Watching the way she is on camera—she’s giving me everything.
I want to give Piper everything. She deserves it.
“Cash!” Her voice screams over the phone as she comes and I erupt. I coat my hand and stomach, unleashing ropes of cum as we orgasm together over the phone.
“You are so fucking sexy, Princess. Look at you, all strung out for me.”
“Only for you, Cash. No one else has ever made me feel this way.”
Those words have something I can’t put a name to blossoming in my chest.
Pride?
Lust?
Love?
I’ve never felt anything like this as I come down from my high. Grabbing my T-shirt from the foot of my bed, I clean myself up.
“Piper. I wish you were here with me right now. I want you in my arms.”
“It’s the only place I want to be, Cash. With you.”
“I’ll be home soon enough.”
“I hate road games. Can I say that?”
I nod. “Yes.”
Piper shifts in bed, turning over so her face fills the screen. “I’ll be seeing you in Edmonton soon enough.”
“And you’ll finally be in my arms.”
“Go get some sleep, Cash. I want you well rested for your next game.”
I smile at her. Only Piper will cut things short so I can play better. I don’t know what I did to deserve this woman, but I want to earn her.
“Night, Princess. Sleep well.”
“Night, Cash.”
I want to tell her so much more, but I don’t. I let her go. Maybe I’ll work up the nerves to tell her when I get home.
That I want more. That I want Piper.