Chapter 11
Chapter Eleven
LYDIA
“Mmm. That feels so good,” I purr. “Don’t stop. I’m so close.”
“I love how responsive you are to me. Such a good girl.”
“Yes. Always. I love your touch.”
My body aches. Drips with need. The slide of her tongue inside my pussy curls my toes. My fingers slide into her dark hair, needing more.
“Aren’t you greedy? Wanting more.”
“Needing more,” I correct her.
When two fingers are thrust inside me and that tongue flits over my clit, I’m damn near ready to explode.
“Come on my tongue, Lyd. I’m ready for it.”
“Delaney—”
“Holy shit!” I startle awake, popping up onto my elbows to find the woman who was ready to make me come.
Except I’m alone. The room is dark except for a sliver of light coming from the edge of the blinds. My body is a live wire ready to snap, nipples so hard they could cut glass.
Because I had a sex dream about Delaney.
My coach.
Fuck. This is the last thing I need to have happen.
I flop back onto the bed, frustrated and angry because I was so damn close to coming. There is no way I can go to practice this wound up.
There’s only one thing I can do about it.
Reaching over to my nightstand table, I fish my vibrator out of the drawer and turn it on. Buzzing fills the quiet room.
Thank fuck the thing is charged.
Hooking my thumbs in the waistband of my shorts, I toss them to the side. Sliding the suction head over my clit, immediate relief floods my body. I tweak my nipples through the soft satin of my camisole while picturing a woman between my legs.
It doesn’t matter who. It’s the tongue that’s sliding between my folds. Sucking on my clit.
God. It’s been too long since I’ve had sex. Turning the strength up, I dig my heels into the mattress as I get closer and closer to tipping over the edge.
A moan slips out as I imagine those fingers curling inside me. The delicious combination of hand and tongue pulls me into the abyss when familiar brown eyes flash across my vision.
“Oh fuck. Fuck!” I shout.
I can’t control it. It’s Delaney’s face I’m picturing as I come. Her sexy smile. Eyes filled with desire. Mouth drinking up every drop of my release.
Oh God. What have I done?
How is it I came harder at the thought of someone than I have at a real person’s touch in ages? Taking several deep breaths, I start to come down from the high. Turning off the vibrator, I toss it on the bed.
At least I don’t feel as wound up as I did when I woke up. That has to count for something.
Except…
How am I going to face Delaney—my coach—at training today when it was her I was picturing? When it was her that brought me to orgasm?
I am so fucking screwed.
I waste no time grabbing my gear and making a beeline straight for the ice. This will be easy. I can make it through today like an adult and not worry about interacting with Delaney.
I’m the first one here. No surprise. Which means the ice is a blank slate. Completely clean just for me.
There is no better feeling than fresh ice as I tear across it. The grinding and slicing of my skates as I push myself harder and faster. Needing to work out these feelings that have awoken inside of me.
Maybe I’m focusing too much on hockey. The puppy yoga will do me some good this weekend. Get out there. Meet new people.
As it is right now, the only people I know here play or coach for the Rosebuds. And one of my neighbors that I bumped into on the way over today. A nice, older woman who was taking her dog out for a walk.
Reaching one end of the ice, I swerve around the goal and take off in the other direction.
My cheeks are cold as I stop on the opposite red line. This time, I skate to the blue line and back before heading toward center ice. It’s one of the worst drills in hockey, but right now, it’s the only thing distracting me.
I’m starting to feel the burn in my legs as I keep driving myself across the ice.
“Hey.”
“What?” I jump back, nearly knocked off my skates as Delaney skates over to me. Skylar is with her, starting to glide across the ice to settle in.
“Are you okay?” She studies me with a quizzical eye.
“I’m fine.” If fine means I had a sex dream about you and can’t stop thinking about it, then I’m fine. “Just fine.”
“You sure?”
“Sorry. You scared me. I didn’t hear you come in.”
She looks down at the ice. “Clearly. You’ve been here a while.”
Deep grooves are cut into the ice from my skates. “Oh, sorry. Couldn’t sleep so I thought I’d get a head start.”
“And here I thought you were trying to wear yourself out so you’d be able to work on your stickhandling skills.”
The smile she gives does nothing to help quell the thoughts I’m having about her.
She’s your coach. She’s your coach.
If I say it to myself another hundred times, it might start to sink in.
“Right. That.”
She gives me a quizzical look before grabbing one of the pucks. “Let’s go ahead and get started. Head to the other end of the ice and I’ll start sending them to you and then you shoot them to Skylar.”
Skylar smiles at me. “Let’s do it.”
“I don’t want your stick going a foot outside your skates. If it’s outside that zone, let it go. I know it’s basic, but sometimes, the most basic drills help.”
“Got it.”
Taking a deep, cold breath of air, I skate to the opposite end of the ice. Having some distance helps push her from my mind. Instead, I focus on the tiny rubber disk she sends my way.
Grabbing it with the cradle of my stick, I send it toward Skylar who sends it to Delaney. Who is already sending another puck my way.
It’s more and more of this. Repetitive to the point of boredom, but it helps me keep my attention on the matter at hand.
The pucks are flying. Some too wide to hit, others right in the zone.
“That’s a great start,” Delaney tells the two of us. “Sometimes we get too in our heads and lose sight of the puck during the game. If you can do this when you’re tired, it’s really going to help you during the game.”
“Thanks, Coach,” Skylar tells her. “We’ll keep working on it.”
“Great.” Delaney gives her a smile. “Feel free to come in whenever you’d like during the break, but make sure to take some time for yourself.” She looks at me. “Both of you.”
“Got it,” I confirm. I don’t know how much relaxing I’m going to be able to do thinking about Delaney, but I can sure as hell try.
“Good morning, everyone.” A deep, booming voice echoing in the empty rink has the three of us spinning toward the bench.
The general manager, an older man with dark brown hair and a graying mustache, looks onto the ice with a proud grin. We skate over to where he’s waiting.
“Mr. Tremblay. It’s nice to see you,” Delaney tells him.
“Nice to see you’re all here during the break.”
“Nowhere else I’d rather be,” Skylar says, beaming at him.
“Glad to hear it.” He turns to where Delaney is standing in front of me. “I’m glad I caught you today.”
“Is everything okay?” she asks, hesitant.
“Oh yes. I wanted to let you know there has been a last-minute change in plans for the scouting trip next week.”
“Is it still on?” Delaney asks.
“Yes, yes. But seeing as how Miss Bishop’s sponsor is flying her down, they’ve offered to give you a ride.”
“Oh.” Delaney looks to me, as if to see if this is okay.
“Works for me.” I plaster a fake smile on my face.
“Good. You’ll both be in the same hotel to make things easier. Island Siren has arranged a car service to pick you up, and Delaney, since you’re traveling with Miss Bishop now, they have also added you to the dinner reservations once you arrive.”
“I appreciate you taking care of all of this,” Delaney tells him.
“Anything to make the trip easy. I’m looking forward to getting your thoughts on this new player,” Mr. Tremblay says.
“I watched her film last night. She’s good. I think she’d make a great addition to the team,” Delaney says.
I can’t help but smile. Of course Delaney has studied film on this potential recruit. It’s the one way the two of us are alike. We live and breathe hockey. We can’t help it.
“Good.” Mr. Tremblay looks at the three of us again. “I won’t bother you any longer. Keep up the good work, ladies. You’re doing the Rosebud name proud.”
I watch as he leaves before Skylar starts doing laps around the ice.
“Sorry,” Delaney whispers once it’s the two of us.
“For what?”
“For getting dropped onto your trip like that.”
I shrug a shoulder, because what else can I do?
“It’s fine. Totally fine.”
After today, that word is going to lose all meaning.
I thought I would get at least some breathing room from Delaney over the break.
Turns out, I might not get that at all.