Brooks #3
Hayley opens the door further before wrapping her arm around his shoulder, pulling him close as they walk down the hallway toward the living room. I follow and lean against the kitchen island as they take a seat in the living room.
“I’m sorry I acted like a jerk, Brooks,” he says, melting into the couch.
A small smirk tugs at the corner of my lips as I walk around the couch to take a seat on the love seat. “It’s okay, bud. I mean I’ll understand if you downgraded me to like second favorite player in the league now.”
He lets out a deep belly laugh. “I mean I was going to give Halloway the number one slot, but then I was reminded of the awesome game room you made me.”
Huh. Halloway was going to earn the number one slot over Boyce. The man who is his own flesh and blood.
I can’t say I blame him. Boyce is a prick who abandoned him. Didn’t even try to be in his life. Yet, there’s a part of me who thought he would rank his dad as his number one player. And then there’s the other part of me who is tickled pink that he isn’t even a thought.
“Cam — ” Hayley says, sitting on the edge of the couch, her back ramrod straight. “I’m going to be taking a few days off work after tonight’s game. We have to go back to Arizona, to get a test done.”
“Test? Arizona?” Camden and I question at the same time. Hayley’s sad eyes shift from Camden to me.
She squeezes her eyes shut and shudders out a deep breath before she continues.
“I’ve been meaning to tell you, Brooks, but everything just happened so quickly, I haven’t gotten around to it.
” Her eyes glisten with tears threatening to fall.
“Boyce’s lawyers are giving Jess a hard time.
Telling her that they don’t trust any lab here and are demanding we go to the same lab as Boyce in Arizona.
The last place I want to be is in the same state as that asshole. Sorry, Cam.”
Camden shrugs and leans back into the couch. For a kid who just found out that their father is a NHL star who abandoned him before he was even born, he’s handling things better despite his little outburst yesterday. Come on, who wouldn’t have been shellshocked by this?
“Let me come with you guys. I’m sure I have some personal time I can use.”
“Brooks, no. I can’t ask you to do that,” she protests.
“The playoffs are literally right around the corner. I’ve already been a distraction to you and the team.
I’ve caused fights between you and your teammates.
I won’t let this be a distraction anymore.
It’s only for a day or two. Then we’ll be back. ”
I want to argue with her. Throw my fist into something. Beg her not to go without me, but I can’t. Instead, I stay quiet, my knuckles turning white as the anger I wish to unleash boils inside me.
“When do you leave?” The question comes out harsher then intended.
Hayley deflates a little. “After tonight’s game. The same time you’ll be on your flight to Detroit.”
I plop down on the love seat next to the couch.
I drop my head into the palm of my hands, running a few fingers through the strands, mussing it up a little.
“We’ll be fine, Brooks,” she says in a calming tone, her hand grabbing the top of my balled-up fists.
“And if I have any problems, you’ll be the first person I call. ”
“No, the cops will be the first you call, then me. They’ll be able to get to you a lot quicker than I will.” He pauses for a moment before getting close enough to whisper in my ear. “Then when I get there, I’ll fucking end that mother fucker.”
Her breath hitches as I pull back. Did I go a little overboard with that comment, sure. But I want to make sure she knows I would intervene if that dick crossed the line. She’s mine. Camden’s mine, regardless of his relation to Boyce.
Hayley brings out this side of me. The possessive one that is. I’ve never been a possessive guy before; jealous, yeah but never possessive.
After Hayley knew that I wasn’t too thrilled with the plan, our evening carries on as usual. We pack our bags for our respective trips, then load up my SUV and head straight for the arena. Security is doubled this time, so once we park in the garage, we enter the arena without a problem.
As we approach the locker room entrance, a few of the guys linger outside.
I give them a firm nod before stopping and turning to Hayley.
I press my lips to her forehead just as the doors to the tunnel leading to the locker room open.
Polston stands there, one hand rubbing the back of his neck to relieve some tension.
Neither of us will be playing tonight, so I know it has nothing to do with that.
He steps closer to us, pulling his luggage behind him before stopping in front of us. “Hayley… Brooks,” he says, looking me dead in the eye. “Uh… mind if I talk to you for a second, man… preferably alone.”
“Look, whatever you have to say, you can say it to me in front of Hayley,” I say, pulling her close to my side. “Just like anyone else’s wife or girlfriend or staff member on this team; she’s family and gets the same respect as everyone else.”
“You’re right, man. I fucked up.”
“Yeah, you did.”
“Brooks,” Hayley warns before turning to Camden. “Hey, buddy, why don’t you go find Cassidy.” With that, Cam turns on his heels and heads toward the admin offices.
“Look, Hayley. I apologize. I don’t know the reasons you chose to withhold Cam from Boyce, but it’s not my place to judge,” he says, his shoulders relaxing a little.
“I just know that if that shit happened to me, I’d be pissed.
I also didn’t want anything distracting the team.
We want the Cup. And I’m sorry but with the way Brooks looks at you and Camden…
yeah, shit was about to get distracting. ”
Hayley wiggles out of my grip and places her hand on Polston’s arm. A harmless gesture, but deep down, I’m jealous. “It’s fine, but you two need to remember you’re a team and what you two did early today is just as much of a distraction as what’s going on in my life.”
We both give each other a firm nod in understanding, taking what Hayley has said with no contest. I walk Hayley to her office and once inside, I shut the door. Her lips soon crash on mine in a feverish kiss as my hands work their way to her hips, pulling her close to me.
Her arms wrap around my neck, deepening our kiss. My tongue brushes against her bottom lip, begging for entry. Her lips part, my tongue darting out to meet hers.
“Door,” she whispers against my mouth as she backs us to her desk.
I turn my back to lock the door. I know there’s not much time before we both have to get to our respective areas, but I can’t help the growing need I have for her.
Knowing that she’s going to be in Arizona without me, without any support, drives me insane.
But I can’t think about that now. Hayley is here in this moment… with me.
I turn around and stop dead in my tracks. Hayley, radiant as ever, stands in front of me, hands clasped on the zipper of her dress. She slowly drags the zipper down, the sound of it gliding along the teeth has me hard as a rock.
Fuck me.
She shimmies her shoulders, the sleeves sliding off her arms, revealing a black lace bra underneath.
I take a step toward her, loosening my tie as she continues to shimmy her hips, working the dress down her toned legs.
My fingers work the buttons of my dress shirt, pulling it loose from my trousers.
She bends forward, showing off that perfect ass of hers to work on the straps of her heels.
“Stop,” I say as I unclasp my belt. “I want to fuck you while those are still on.”
Her bottom lip gets caught in her teeth as she stares at me.
Watching me as if I am her last meal. My steps are quick as I approach her.
Gripping her hips, I pull her into me. My hard cock rubs against her stomach as I fuse my lips to hers.
Shit, she feels like home. Heaven. Pure bliss.
My hands grip her ass as I lift her, sitting her on her desk.
“Brooks…” She gasps as I use my knee to spread her legs wider. My knuckle rubs against the lace fabric, feeling her wet warm heat underneath.
Shit, she’s soaked.
Dripping.
I dip my hand beneath her panties, my thumb circling around her swollen clit.
She throws her head back as I slide my finger down between her wet folds.
She releases a low moan, as I use my other hand to pull down the cup of her bra.
I take her erect nipple into my mouth, sucking, licking, biting as she bucks her hips against me.
“More, Brooks,” she cries out. “I need more.”
Without thinking, I rip her lace undies from her perfect pussy.
Pushing my jeans down as she pushes the dress shirt down my arms and back.
My mouth finds her in a heated kiss as my cock presses against her slick entrance.
With a hard thrust, I push in, giving her time to adjust before I move.
I start slowly, before quickening my pace.
My left hand grips her ass tight, lifting her slightly off the desk to get a different angle.
As my right hand reaches between us, I circle my thumb on her clit.
“Yes,” she screams out. “Right there, Brooks. I’m going to come.”
Her pussy clenches around my hard cock, squeezing it as she unfolds for me.
My thrusts continue. Harder. Quicker. My balls squeeze tight, as I release a guttural groan.
My seed spilling into her perfect warm heat.
My pace slows as I press my forehead to hers.
Our breaths are in sync as we both come down from our climaxes.
Nothing in this world could be more perfect than this moment right here.
Hayley and I.
Well, there’s one thing that could be more perfect than this. What’s that, you ask? It’s simple really.
Hayley, Camden, and I. A family.