Brooks
I tossed and turned half the night thinking of Hayley, like I’ve been doing for the past two nights. Watching her at the bar when she threw that drink in that guy’s face had me both laughing at the mother fucker and feeling sorry for him at the same time.
Hayley is a gem. A rare one at that. She has goals, aspirations, and a kid who is pretty damn awesome. Most guys would see these things as a deterrent, but I see that as a bonus. If you lose someone like her… well then, you probably never deserved her to begin with.
I’ve been working with Camden at camp, and he has more talent than I did at his age. When he’s at camp, Hayley isn’t far behind. She spends most lunch breaks watching from the sidelines as Cam practices.
I know. I sound like a stalker, but I can’t help my eyes from wandering to her.
The way her auburn hair is tied into a messy bun most days and the sight of her scrubs hugging her body so perfectly.
I imagine her in the little black thong I swiped from her room Friday night.
I didn’t intend to snoop, but her door was open when I walked past, and I’d grown curious.
Then I saw the sexy little things on the floor and couldn’t help myself.
I picked it up and held it to my nose, inhaling the intoxicating sent.
Yes, I know I sound like a creep, but I couldn’t help myself.
I’m attracted to her. Realizing I had been gone long enough, I stuffed them into my jean pocket before going back downstairs.
I didn’t anticipate her to tease me like she did, and I can’t say I didn’t like it, but the thought that she knew what I had been doing the entire time had me flustered.
I lie in bed after placing the stolen contraband into my nightstand draw, staring at the ceiling.
Every time I fall asleep, she’s in my dreams. Not just in her scrubs but in sexy lingerie.
Stripping slowly, exposing her tits that I can only imagine look as swollen and voluptuous bare as they do when they’re strained by her scrubs.
Her wet pussy glistening for me as I take her swollen clit into my mouth and suck it while two fingers work her on the inside, rubbing ever so gently against her g-spot.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
Her hands go to my hair, gripping and pulling it as her back arches off the bed.
Her breathless pleas as she shouts my name.
I kiss my way up her body, my hard length pushing against her wet entrance.
Begging. Ready to be inside her sweet heaven.
I stare into her eyes, her lust building as I crash my lips to hers. I pull back to thrust in—
Beep. Beep. Beep.
Son of a bitch.
I fumble with my phone on the nightstand, silencing the alarm signaling it’s time for me to get my ass in gear.
Usually, I’m up before the alarm even goes off, but today, I’m not.
I succumbed to my dreams and what a dream it was.
I’m pissed that the alarm went off and interrupted one of the best dreams I’ve had in a long while.
It was a damn good dream, Goddamn it. One I’ll probably remember and replay in my mind for a while.
Rubbing my hands down my face, I climb out of bed and take a quick shower before making myself a cup of coffee and breakfast. My morning routine never strays, but much like my sleep schedule never being off, my morning seems to follow its lead as thoughts of Hayley wearing nothing but her tied-up hair in her underwear with my t-shirt on and her makeup gone dance around in my head.
God.
Why can’t I get her out of my mind?
I glance at the clock on my phone and realize I’m going to be late. It’s four forty-five. It only takes me five minutes by car to get to the training facility, but it will take me at least fifteen to twenty minutes to suit up. Placing my dishes in the sink, I grab my keys and hustle out the door.
Way to make an impression. What impression am I trying to make anyway? I shouldn’t be trying to impress her at all.
I suit up and walk out to the ice, skating a few laps before she arrives.
There’s no better feeling then being on the ice, especially after it’s just been cleaned by the Zamboni.
The feeling as if your weightless as you speed down the ice with the puck toward the goal.
Ice shavings flying from your blade as you come to a sudden stop, winding up for a slap shot. It’s everything.
“You ready? Or should I continue to let you daydream?” Hayley says, skating across the rink to meet me in the middle.
A smile tugs at the corner of my lips as I do a once over.
Her auburn hair is piled high but loosely on the top of her head, and her face is makeup free, showcasing her natural beauty.
From what I’ve noticed, she’s not the type to cake on the makeup like some of the puck bunnies I had back in the day.
The ones who tried too hard, but not Hayley.
She’s not like those girls. She flourishes with confidence in her natural beauty.
Her crewneck sweatshirt showcasing the team logo hangs loosely off one shoulder, while her black leggings cling to her tight ass.
An ass I would most likely never get tired of gripping and holding if given the chance.
But it’s her skates that have me thrown most of all.
Figure skates.
My smile widens as I zone back into her face. “You can’t seriously think you’ll be able to train me and keep up with me in those, do you?”
“Sure do,” she challenges.
Feisty. Never in my life have I ever been challenged by a woman. Most men would be completely turned off but me, I’m anything but turned off. I’m hot and want more of this woman — more of her challenges.
She purses her lips, narrowing her eyes at me before skating over to grab her hockey stick.
“You’re doubting me. I’ll make you a deal.
If you can prevent me from scoring a goal — I’ll go change my skates and let you control your sessions.
” Easy. “However, if you don’t, the skates stay, and you listen to everything I say. ”
Amusement crosses my face, my lips tilting into a cocky smirk. There’s no way she’ll get past me. Especially in skates where the blades are too long and have a toe pick. Her turns will be all off.
She skates away from me, stick in hand, dribbling the puck toward center ice.
I focus on her ass, envisioning her skating in nothing but that little black thong.
Stop it, I inwardly scold myself as I refocus on the task at hand.
There’s a hint of determination in her eyes.
She’s up for the challenge. I like that.
And that fire burning within her has my cock hard as a rock.
Get it together, man, I grumble to myself, adjusting the growing bulge pressing against my jock before skating to meet her at the circle.
“Show me what you got then, sweetheart.”
Shit, a pet name. Really? I don’t have a chance to stop or before it slips right past my lips. But it doesn’t seem to faze, only ignite the fire within her more.
“I’m anything but sweet,” she says as she skates back toward the goal on her side of the ice, rounding the back and building up some speed as she dribbles the puck toward me.
I skate backwards, watching her every move, anticipating my moment to strike and steal the puck from her.
She goes left then right, pausing for a moment.
I know she’s going to fake me out, pretending she’s going left but really going right.
As if on cue, she moves the puck slightly to the left before going back right, not anticipating that I’m on to her and know exactly what she’s going to do.
Just when I think I’m at the advantage, she proves me wrong once again.
Scooping the puck up with up her stick as if she’s holding it in a lacrosse stick and doing some sort of jump spin thing over my stick.
Landing perfectly on the ice, she steadies the puck back on the ice before getting a slap shot off at the goal. And what a slap shot it is.
Shocked isn’t how I would describe my face. Impressed is more like it. She raises her stick in the air, doing a celebration before skating back toward me with the biggest smile on her face. A smile that lures me in, wanting to claim her lips as if she were mine.
“Lucky shot,” I say, my lips tilting at the end.
She stops short of me, doing a once over. Her eyes fill with lust and desire as she takes me in. But it doesn’t last long as she turns and skates toward the players benches.
“No luck, just skill,” she says, a little breathless. “Now, I want you to start with some suicides. Then we’ll get into some on ice strengthening exercises before moving to passing drills.”
And back to business she goes.
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An ice-cold beer, pizza, and an ice pack.
That’s how I spend the rest of my evening after two hours of training and all-day youth hockey camp.
I try not to wince at the pain as I move my knee back and forth, but she has worked the hell out of it today.
Not that I blame her. I should have gone to physical therapy like I was told to, but I had other things on my mind.
However, the only thing on my mind now is the ice on my knee and the thoughts of Hayley. How she schooled me on the ice, in figure skates no less. Now I know where Cam gets all his skill.
My phone buzzes with a text. Glancing at the screen, I’m pleasantly surprised.
Hayley: Changing ice time tomorrow to 8 a.m. I will be bringing a special guest with me. Maybe they too can give you a run for your money.
I can’t help but smile as I read her text. Is she flirting with me? One can’t be too confident here, but I’m kind of liking this friendly banter. I’m kind of liking her too.
Brooks: We’ll see about that, Red.
I press send before getting a chance to correct what I just sent.
Shit. Another pet name. Now she’s definitely going to think I’m flirting with her.
Her text bubbles pop up and disappear several times before stopping altogether.
She’s probably thinking of a way to tell me off or talk about professionalism.
Brooks: Sorry. Didn’t mean to call you that.
She responds instantly.
Hayley: I was going to warn you about professionalism, but I’ll let it slide since you apologized and well… since we’re not technically at work.
Maybe she’s flirting with me. A weird sensation builds in my chest, tightening as I think about all the ways her flirting can tease me. Sure, I’ve had many women hit, flirt, and tease me over the years. But none have quite had the effect on me like Hayley. It’s something I have to explore.
Fuck it.
I can either shoot my shot or regret never trying.
Brooks: Have dinner with me tomorrow night.
I send before thinking once again. Thinking with my lust before anything else. She’s my doctor and trainer. I can’t cross those lines with her. In fact, our contracts lay it out clear as day for us, no fraternization with staff members .
Well, I just shot myself in the foot, didn’t I? I’m attracted to her, and it’s dangerous waters to be treading in right now. But the thought of spending time with Hayley outside of the rink has me floored like a body check that sent me to my ass on the ice.
Hayley: Brooks. As much as I would like to have another enticing meal with you, I can’t. You know the rules.
As much as I like to believe she’s dedicated to following the rules, I have to think otherwise. I’m sure she had rules at her other job, but that didn’t stop her from dating a co-worker then.
Brooks: what are you afraid of?
Hayley: Everything.