Chapter 11
CHAPTER 11
W atching Maci Rae skate was my new favorite thing to do. The way she pushed herself around the rink trying to acclimate herself was making my dick strain against my jeans. Her legs flexed in her leggings while she pushed herself. She started slow at first, but quickly increased her speed. As she swung her arms, she leaned her chest forward. Her breasts bounced with the efforts she was making. My jeans strained further from the view.
I stuck my fingers in my mouth and whistled at her as she brought herself to a stop from a sprint. Ice flew in the air from her skates and when her face looked at mine, I felt the air leave my lungs. Maci Rae was smiling. My Sunshine looked radiant with that smile on her face.
I acted ridiculously last night, but I finally saw my window of opportunity to own Maci Rae. Plus, I was livid that Jackson sided with a puck bunny over his sister. I knew it was the alcohol frying his brain, but he had just groveled at her feet for forgiveness. His rapid mood changes lately have become concerning. Now that Crew pointed it out, I saw it all the time. I would broach the subject with him later, but for now, my focus was on Maci.
I’d never let her go to jail for real. The cop who arrested her was a huge hockey fan. A promise of suite tickets to any NHL game he desired when I drafted and he became putty in my hands. They didn't officially book Maci last night. The officers were told to ‘scare her straight’. What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her. Having her arrested guaranteed my leverage over her. It was the only way to get her to straighten her shit out. Jackson talked about having her committed, and that’s not happening. No, Sunshine was mine. I’m going to be the one to put her back together and show her I’m the center of her world.
I was mad at myself for not getting downstairs sooner last night. She needed the opportunity to let loose with her new friend. A quick background check on Kennedy Kelly told me everything about her. It’s funny how easy they are to get. Just subscribe to the right service and bam —background checks ahoy. Her Dad was a former Chicago Blackhawk turned cop and her mom stayed home. She had a few little brothers and grew up in a modest home in the southwest suburbs of Chicago. The girl hadn’t had so much as a speeding ticket. She was also a straight-A student, something I hope would inspire Maci to get back into her academics.
Maci skated towards me, her beautiful smile still gracing her lips. “What time do the peewees get here?” She asked.
I grabbed two sticks from behind the bench and joined her on the ice. “The kids will start showing up in the next ten or fifteen minutes. Here—” I tossed her a stick “—Let’s see if you still can handle one of those.”
She rolled her eyes at me, but ended up turning the stick in her hands. The women’s team kicked Maci off four months ago. As far as I knew, she hadn’t been back on the ice since. It was highly doubtful she had ever been on the ice without me knowing. Which was a damn shame, because Maci was fucking good at hockey.
I grabbed a bucket of pucks and skated around. She followed, making herself comfortable with the stick again and performing a few handling drills. Her ability to jump back into it impressed me. She wasn’t even rusty. It was as if no time had passed at all for her.
“Want to see who can get the puck into the net first?” I asked.
“Only if I get to start on offense,” she smirked. I would have insisted on playing defense, anyway. Maci was a center, and I was a defenseman. Of course, she would play the offense to my defense.
We started at the center of the ice. Maci set the puck down and brought her stick to the ground. We agreed to do three up-downs before fighting for possession.
“What do I get if I win?”
I smiled. What I wanted was to lay her down and eat her out on this ice if she got that puck in the net. But I didn’t think she would take to that yet. I opted to go for something safer for now, “If you score on me, I’ll take care of practice clean-up.”
She smiled, “And if you win Mr. St. James?”
“You’ll owe me one.”
She pretended to mull it over for a moment, rubbing her thumb over her chin, “I accept those terms, no handicaps, Hunter—don’t let me win.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it.”
We brought our sticks up to tap each other before slapping the ice.
Once.
Twice.
Then we were off. Maci was quick. I’d give her that. She beat me to the puck and flicked it down the ice maneuvering around me to get ahead. I dug my skates in and chased after her. She made quick work of moving the puck side to side, attempting to avoid me. I sliced my way in front of her, turning myself around to skate backward. This wasn’t a move I would do in an actual game. I’d get creamed in a real game scenario. No, this was so I could watch that smile on Maci’s face. She laughed—an angelic sound that I wanted to ingrain into my memory—and swerved around me.
“Come on, Hunt, stop taking it easy on me.”
Snickering, I swiped my stick in front of hers, stealing the puck and sprinting my way down to the opposite goal. She laughed again and gave chase to me. I pumped my arms and legs to increase my speed. Maci was fast, a fact that I knew she took pride in. In reality, Maci was faster than me, catching up without a problem.
I wasn’t expecting her to take me to the boards. Looking over my shoulder, she caught me off guard and checked me. Maci rocked a little from rebounding off my size, but it gave her the advantage that she sought. She scrambled to hit the puck away from me. Her musical laughter surrounded us the entire time.
Pushing off the boards to pursue her, she lined up for a slap shot. Without goalies, it would be easy to sink the puck into the net. She raised her arm and slapped the stick down towards the puck. The zing of the wood contacting the rubber rang out. In a last ditch effort, I raced to intercept the puck. It was useless. The puck slid in flawlessly.
Maci cheered, her stick forgotten on the ice and her arms up in the air. I skated back towards her, loving the happiness that graced her face.
Maci looked alive. The way her chest heaved and her eyes sparkled mesmerized me. It took every fiber of my being to not crash my lips down onto hers.
Soon. The reminder to go slowly repeated in my mind like a broken record. We’d have our moment, and many more. The sound of small children laughing broke my attention away from Maci’s. The peewees arrived.
We spent the next hour running through super basic skills with the kids. I enjoyed watching Maci with them. She was a natural coach. Maci took her time breaking down the drills and modeling how to complete them. She wasn’t afraid to slow down and show a kid how to hold their stick properly or adjust their stance for a particular shot. The kids instantly warmed up to her, and I was proud.
After the kids had all skated off and their parents fettered them away, I cleaned up the practice equipment. Maci watched me the entire time with a shit-eating grin on her face, straddling the boards. She didn’t realize it, but as she swung her leg nonchalantly, I envisioned her in the same position on my face. What I wouldn’t give to eat her out as she sat on me.
Showing her every little thing she has been missing, I take my time. Eating a pussy as exquisite as hers is like eating at a Michelin-rated restaurant. Running my tongue up and down her folds, I savor every drop. She deserves to be feasted upon. Her thighs shuddered around my head and Maci moaned my name. Writhing and desperate for more, I inserted two fingers, scissoring them and sucking on her clit. She screamed, encouraging my agonizingly slow pace. Her hips bucked against my head and I held her down with my free hand, grumbling at her for disobedience. The vibration of my voice caused her to buck more.. She huffed, moving in agony from the pleasure. I wouldn’t increase my pace until I knew she was on the brink of losing it to me, and only then would I slip another finger in and give her what she wanted. On the cusp of coming, she called out my name and gripped my hair ?—
The thud of her skate against the boards jarred me from my fantasy. I looked up at her as she continued to watch me clean up. “Don’t get too comfy over there. We’re working out after this.”
She rolled her eyes at me but didn’t make any move to respond. One day, I would show her what happens when she rolls her eyes at me. Today, though, I settled for adding a few extra sprints to the workout I planned. I skated away from her so that she couldn’t see me adjusting my dick in my pants.