Chapter 65 Lincoln
LINCOLN
Holy shit. I didn’t think it was possible, but I’ve just fallen even harder for Parker Donnelly.
I stand on the ice, watching in awe, as she plays hockey with my teammates, thankfully now wearing my number.
She’s still really fucking good. And she’s so small and light that she flies across the ice to the point that Killer and Monroe are struggling to catch her.
“Shoot,” I bellow, unable to move as she darts toward Handsy.
He’s ready for her; his eyes locked on the puck.
Just like every goalie, he’s competitive as fuck and hates to see the puck hit the back of the net, so I have no reason to believe he’s going to take it easy on her.
Hell, if he was going to take it easy on anyone, it would be Sutton, but he doesn’t.
It’ll pay off in the long run—it’ll make her an even better player—but it kind of sucks for her right now.
“Yes, yes, YES,” I scream when Parker gets the better of Handsy. I’m flying toward her before I’ve even thought about moving. “That’s my fucking girl,” I shout before I collide with her. Together, we slide backward until she hits the boards.
I pin her in place, gazing down into her excited eyes.
“I scored.” She laughs, a smile splitting her face.
“You did, babe. It was fucking incredible.”
Reaching up, I rip my helmet from my head and drop it to the ice.
My hand lifts for the buckle on hers, too desperate to kiss her, to celebrate her success, to think about where we are and who could be watching.
I’m about to pull it free when Parker panics.
“No,” she cries, reaching for the helmet she’s borrowed and holding it tight. “Not here.”
Anxiety is etched into every inch of her face. I push away from the boards, putting some space between us.
I feel like an asshole, but I was just so excited.
“I’m sorry; I didn’t think.”
“It’s okay,” she assures me, but it’s not. I’ve made her promises, promises that I’m desperate to keep, and kissing her out here where anyone could see isn’t doing that.
“I’ll do better. I’ll—”
“Stop, Linc. It’s okay. That was…” Something wicked flashes in her eyes. “The most exhilarating thing I’ve done in quite some time.”
I frown. “Is that right?”
“Yep,” she says, popping the P.
“Well, I’d better up my game then, if scoring a goal is the biggest rush you’ve had recently.”
“You said it, not me,” she states before pushing from the boards and skating past me. “Uh…where did everyone go?”
I spin around and find the ice deserted, apart from her.
“Uh…” I shake my head, a smile ghosting across my lips.
I fucking love my teammates.
“I think maybe they were giving us some space,” I explain.
“What were they expecting us to do? Start fucking like rabbits in the middle of the rink?”
“I mean…I can think of worse ways to spend my evening.”
“I’d rather avoid freezer burn on my ass, thank you very much.”
“I’m sure we could figure out a position.”
Image after image of us entwined a few feet from where we’re standing right now fill my mind. Hell, I could even take her over the goal.
“Lincoln Storm, stop it. Stop it right now.”
“What?” I hold my hands up in surrender. “I’m not doing anything.”
Parker shakes her head and skates toward the gate. “We should probably head out,” she says over her shoulder.
“Is that your way of suggesting I sneak you into the locker room?”
“Are you kidding? I know how bad it smells in there. And you’ve been in that gear for hours.”
“Aw, you know you want to. You can’t tell me that you don’t have a fantasy of being taken in the locker room.”
“Maybe I do, maybe I don’t,” she teases.
“You totally do. And one day, I’ll make it happen for you, babe.”
The thought of us fooling around in there when anyone could walk in makes my temperature rise. Of course, considering she works for the team, it would be really reckless to do. But also, really fucking hot.
“Go and shower, you stink,” she says, pausing when she gets to the visitors’ dressing room. “I’ll meet you out here in fifteen minutes.”
“Make it five, and we’ll shower at home.”
Her brow lifts in question.
“Clock’s ticking, pretty girl. Don’t be late. I’ve got plans for you.”
She darts into the dressing room before I have a chance to stop her. The temptation to storm in after her and take exactly what I need is beyond tempting. I remind myself that I’m being a good boy and continue toward our dressing room.
It looks totally different from the one she’s in. In ours, we each have our own stalls with our names on. Sure, it smells like a bunch of sweaty dudes have died in it, but it’s home, you know? It’s also empty. Seems like the guys didn’t just disappear from the ice.
I’m stripping long before I get to my stall.
I haphazardly throw stuff onto the bench, and stuff others into my duffle, before pulling on a pair of athletic pants and a T-shirt.
No sooner do I have my sneakers on than I’m marching toward the door with my bag thrown over my shoulder.
I’ll sort the rest of my shit out tomorrow.
I’ve got more important things to worry about right now.
As I wait, I pull my cell out.
I find a series of messages waiting for me in the group chat I have with the guys.
Killer: @Storm Enjoy the rest of your game *winky emoji*
Handsy: @Storm Your girl has a better shot than you.
Big D: @Storm Go and talk to HR.
Marilyn: @Storm does she have a sister?
Brit: @Marilyn just a big brother…a little rougher around the edges but some may say he’s equally as hot
Killer: @Brit did you just say Rett Donnelly is hot?
Brit: No, I said some may think he is. I do not. I like my hookups with a little less dick, fuck you very much.
“Jesus,” I mutter, shaking my head and dragging my hand down my face.
Storm: @BigD don’t worry, everything is in hand. You’re not getting rid of either of us that easily.
Handsy: @Storm you are replaceable. Parker isn’t.
“Asshole,” I hiss, but any reply I might have to that message is long forgotten when Parker emerges.
Her hair is sweaty and sticking to the sides of her face, and her cheeks are flushed red with exertion. To put it simply, she looks hot as hell.
“Just so you know, you’re the hottest player I’ve ever hit the ice with,” I tell her as she closes in on me.
“Oh really?” she teases. “Even hotter than Handsy and Killer?”
I snort a laugh as jealousy threatens.
“Too fucking right. You’re in an entirely different universe from those ugly motherfuckers.”
“Oh, I don’t know,” she says, biting on her bottom lip as if she’s daydreaming about them.
“Watch it, pretty girl,” I warn. “I might have let fucking you in the dressing room go once, but just so you know, the option is still fully on the table.”
Her eyes widen in interest.
“Come on,” I say, spinning around and heading toward the exit.
“What about my car?” she asks as I beeline for my Porsche.
“We really need to start riding in together.”
“You get here before sunrise,” she squeaks.
“Maybe you should give me a reason to stay in bed a little longer.”
She shakes her head.
“I’ll call us a rideshare in the morning, then we can bring yours home tomorrow night.”
To my surprise, she doesn’t argue and instead happily climbs into my car.
“You killed it out there tonight,” I tell her once we’re on our way.
She scoffs. “Oh, hardly. I was like a little kid scrambling after you all. I’m way too out of practice to be playing with you guys. I can barely keep up with Sutton, and that’s on a good day.”
“Trust me, you looked like you were coping just fine.”
I don’t need to look over to know that she’s rolling her eyes.
“You were just too distracted to notice.”
“Mmm…you on the ice in full uniform and wearing a jersey with my number on. Yeah, I was a little distracted.”
“Don’t forget about your center-ice fantasy.”
“Almost as hot as your dressing room one.”
‘That’s not…I don’t…”
I laugh when she fails to finish each sentence she tries.
“Oh, you so do. Don’t worry, babe. One day, we’ll knock it off your bucket list.”
Twisting my fingers with hers, I lift her hand so I can kiss her knuckles. It’s the bare minimum of what I really want to do to her, but it’s all I can get right now.
I press my foot harder to the gas to get us home a little faster.
I need her naked and wrapped around me about as much as I need my next breath.
The short journey seems to take forever. We have little choice but to stop at every stoplight, and for some reason, the traffic is worse than normal at this time of night. I can’t help but think that the universe is fucking with me.
By the time we pull into my underground garage, my knee is bouncing with adrenaline that rivals the minutes before stepping out on the ice before a game.
The second I pull to a stop, I kill the engine and all but jump from the car.
Parker is still gathering her things when I open her door and drag her out.
“Jesus, what’s the rush?” she asks.
I don’t say anything. I can’t. My mind is on one thing, and one thing only.
“Linc, what the hell is going—” Her back hits the back wall of the elevator, and I surround her.
“Can’t wait any longer,” I groan before my lips are on hers.
It takes her a couple of seconds to catch up, but the second she does, she melts into me.
With her arms wrapped around my neck, I hitch one of her legs over my hip, opening her up for me and allowing me to grind against her. I’m already hard. I have been since the moment she started walking toward me at the arena.
“I need you,” I groan into our kiss.
“Then take me. I’m right here, Linc.”
Dragging my lips away, I press my forehead against hers and keep my eyes shut for a few seconds as I attempt to get myself under control.
“Linc?”
I swallow thickly. “We need to get upstairs. Now.”
“Then you should probably press the button,” she teases.
When I spin around to do so, I discover that the doors aren’t even shut.
After tapping my fob to the panel, I hit the button for my penthouse. I’m pretty sure all the air is sucked out of the car the second the doors close because when I turn to look at Parker, it’s all I can do to suck in a breath.
“Linc,” she breathes as she steps forward, her eyes locked on mine.
She gazes up at me with wide eyes and swollen lips.
God. She’s everything.
My everything.
My loud gasp fills the air when she reaches out and cups my dick through my pants.
“Shit,” I hiss, already too close to the fucking edge.
Do not come in your pants again.
“Mmm, is this for me?” she rasps, not helping the situation one bit.
“Uh-huh.” I nod, and she slowly begins stroking me. “All yours. Every inch.”
Her smile turns wicked, and she licks her lips. Visions of her on her knees for me fill my head, and precum leaks from the tip, soaking my boxers.
“I can’t wait,” she whispers.