Chapter 32
Callie
Sean made me come a total of three times last night, worshipping me as he promised he would and sending me into an orgasm induced sleep. Those orgasms are all I can think about this morning when I wake up to an empty bed and a note on Sean’s pillow.
It reads:
‘Gone to the rink baby, don’t forget puck drop is at 12:30. Your seat is saved as usual princess.’
He adds a winking face to the end of his note, plus a heart with the letters C+S inside which makes me equal parts cringe and swoon. I flip my body over and stuff my face into Sean”s pillow, soaking up every drop of his vanilla sweet smell and then swallowing the drool that pools in my mouth. I sweep a hand under my pillow for my phone, checking my messages and groaning when I see three from Ellen, saying she needs to talk to me urgently. I don’t have training today so she can shove her urgent chat up her ass if she doesn’t mind. My day is going to be spent cheering on my man at the rink then going out for drinks and proceeding to be respectfully railed into his mattress for the rest of the night. Maybe I”m a sex addict now.
Molly has also called me twelve times since last night so I tap on her number, watching as her contact photo appears on the screen. Her tongue is out, licking the ice cream that’s clasped in her hand, her blonde waves flowing down her cheeks, eyes closed and a smile of childlike glee on her face. We had a weekend away together last year by the coast and spent the entire time eating ice cream and drinking cocktails, it was totally carefree. Come to think of it I”m not sure I”ve spent even one day like that since our trip last year. I barely get any time off and when I do all I want to do with it now is have my back rubbed and be smothered with kisses by my very own sex god hockey player. I still make time for my best friend of course, like right now as the phone rings out and I almost think she’s not going to answer, but then her high pitched shriek comes flying through the speaker at me.
“Callie Burch!” Uh-oh, I’m in trouble. “Are we not friends anymore?” She squawks and I can picture her in the dorm right now. Hands on her hips, back against the kitchen counter as she throws crazy accusations at me, probably rolling her eyes as she does. If Anais is there she’s sure to be rolling her eyes too, but at Molly’s dramatics rather than at me for staying at my boyfriend”s house for one night.
I push my laugh down my throat. “Yes, Molly Crawford we are still friends, best friends.”
“Huh,” she muses, “well, I would have thought a best friend would have answered at least one of my calls in the last twelve hours.”
My laugh escapes before I can stop it. “I’m sorry Mol, I was busy being fucked into oblivion last night, couldn’t really get to the phone.” Molly cackles like an evil genius. “I mean Sean Taylor is delicious, so I guess I forgive you.”
“Wanna come to the game today? It’s at 12:30 but I”m leaving in about half an hour. I can pick you up on the way?”
“Yes, yes, yes! I haven’t been to a hockey game in forever. Ever since you started fucking the captain you’ve abandoned your best friend to watch the games alone, all so you can finger yourself when your boyfriend starts winking at you every time he scores a damn goal.” I can hear the extra dramatic eye roll in her voice.
I hum in amusement and check the time. 11:10am, god I slept late this morning, I better get moving if I want to be on time to the game.
We make our way up the steps just behind the penalty box to find our seats, arms full of snacks that Molly insisted we needed. My coat pockets are stuffed with enough sweets to send us both into an instant sugar coma and when we sit down Molly plants an extra large Pepsi in my lap and begins sucking on her own straw.
“It’s Preston again today right?” She asks, wriggling out of her coat and hanging it on the back of her chair. I nod, sipping on the ice cold drink and shoving my hands between my thighs to warm them. “I fucking love when we play Preston, there’s always at least one fight and when I tell you I live for that shit…I mean I live for that shit.”
I shake my head at her and hold back my laugh, attempting not to choke on my drink before placing it to the floor. I mean, Molly isn’t wrong, there’s something so hot about the way the guys fight on the ice, it’s a major turn on. I’ve always loved to watch it but now I have Sean”s beautiful face to think about and as much as it makes me horny watching him smash his fist into someone’s nose on the ice, I also don’t want him bruised when he comes home to me.
The guys start their warm ups, sliding across the ice effortlessly and battering puck after puck into the net at Kyle as he fights the repeated attacks. Sean scans the stands for me and when his eyes lock onto mine he skates over to the glass immediately, ignoring his teammates teasing when he blows me a kiss. They pat the back of his shoulder as they pass him, whispering taunting comments into his ear but the man isn’t lacking confidence in any aspect of his life so he simply ignores them. I wish I was more like him sometimes, able to not worry about what people think of me.
When I don’t blow him a kiss back, rather flash him my middle finger and purse my lips, Sean curls his finger, gesturing for me to come to the edge of the ice. I get up reluctantly, not wanting to draw any extra attention to myself from the quickly filling stadium but Molly and Sean decide to team up and ruin my plan. Molly’s hand lands against my ass with a slap as I stand up from my seat and make my way towards the steps to go down to the edge of the ice. A loud bang from the plexiglass grabs my attention and when I look down Sean’s pointing a warning finger at Molly, eyes wide and teasing.
“Hey Crawford!” He yells and Molly playfully points her finger at herself, puppy dog eyes turned up to the max as she looks behind her like she has no idea who Molly Crawford is. “Don’t fucking touch that ass, it’s mine.” I bury my face in my hands and scurry quickly towards where Sean is leaning over the wall at the edge of the ice. The second I’m within a metre of him he reaches for me, pulling me into the wall and smashing his lips against mine passionately, barely giving me chance to come up for air. I can feel people’s eyes burning into me and I pray to god that one pair of them doesn’t belong to my dad who’s voice I can hear bellowing from the other side of the rink. I break the kiss after a minute and watch Sean’s shit eating grin split his face before his eyes dance over my lips again and he leans closer.
I press my finger to his looming pout. “Nuh-uh big boy, you can have more later.”
He bites his bottom lip and lifts his chocolate eyes to mine, stopping my heartbeat in the process. “Ok fine, I guess I better get back to,” he throws a thumb over his shoulder, gesturing to his teammates who are still engrossed in their warm up, minus their captain. “that.”
He smiles again and I curse him in my head for making my heart stutter so often. He holds his icy lips to my neck for a beat, arms cocooning me in a tight hug before flying back across the ice and making my thighs automatically clench together as I watch him. I scuttle back up to my seat and sink low in it, still feeling too many pairs of eyes on the back of my head.
“Now that,” Molly gestures between Sean and I, “was hot.” She smirks, wiggling her eyebrows at me and stuffing a handful of popcorn into her mouth, a few sweets poking out between her fingers.
I watch her in disgust. “Ew, you don’t mix the two, like ever.” Molly kicks her heels up on the wall in front of us with a ‘I don’t give a shit because I”m iconic’ shrug, just as the announcer asks all the players to leave the ice in preparation for the start of the game.
We’re half way through the second period and Redwood are two nil up, Sean having scored both of those goals and pointed his stick at me obnoxiously every time. I thank god for the fact my dad has been too distracted with his other players to notice any of Sean”s brazen attempts at flirting with me mid game. Molly has stuffed almost every kernel of popcorn into her mouth before the whistle blows again and we both watch wide eyed as Sean and another player take their helmets off and square up. I can see Sean”s eyes darken and his hand grasps the other player’s collar, yanking him closer and murmuring threats into his ear. Both of their faces are red with aggression and I can almost see the steam coming off them. The ref places a warning palm on both of their shoulders, muttering something and then backing away. He’s allowing them to fight, which is common practice in hockey, as long as it’s quick and clean. But I already know from the look in Sean”s eyes that this fight will be anything but clean if he has his way, quick, yes, but not clean. Sean’s never been one to fight clean, on or off the ice which he proved only a month ago when he smacked Joel at that party for calling me a slut. I have no idea what this fight is over, I was too busy daydreaming about Sean’s tongue all over me later that I missed what provoked either of them. Sean’s fist collides with the other guy’s jaw first, making a piercing crack echo through the arena and everyone erupts. The crowd is shouting, bellowing even, as the two of them brawl, landing on the ice and throwing repeated punches towards each other. Sean is spitting something at the guy he’s currently straddling, hissing something through gritted teeth and practically pinning the smaller guy beneath his heavy frame. Watching him evokes a ripple of heat to roll up my body, starting between my thighs of course and spreading up to my cheeks, heating them and making me blush.
This man can do anything he wants to me later and I mean anything. The ref rips them apart after a couple more echoing smacks and splatters of blood hit the ice. Sean is still seething, I can feel his energy from here, the fiery anger emitting from him as he fights to get back to the battered player who’s being carted off the ice by his coach. My dad’s face can only be described as thunderous, eyebrows furrowed, deep lines in his forehead as he grabs the back of Sean”s jersey and yanks him towards the edge of the rink. He’s berating him, pointing fingers and spitting curses as he forces him down onto the bench. Sean quickly catches my eye and I pray my pink cheeks aren’t visible from here. Our gazes crash and Sean”s mouth twitches with a sly smile so I hit him back with my own.
Molly blows out a jagged breath next to me. “Jesus that was hot. I’m actually jealous that you get to go home with him tonight and let him fuck you until you can’t walk.” She groans and I let my laughter rip through me. She’s not wrong, I am going to let him fucking break me later.