Chapter 29 Puck Drop
Calder
The ref blows the whistle signaling our first intermission is over, and I skate out onto the ice, girding my nut sack for
another beating. The score is three to nil, and I’m a sweaty fucking mess as I hunch over and stare at the guy I’m facing
off with. This is supposed to be a beer league, and I haven’t seen one of these athletic assholes on the other team crack
a single drink.
“God, I’m tired,” the guy croaks from behind his plastic shield.
Finally! A human moment from one of these dudes. “Me too, buddy. Me too,” I lament.
He stands up straight and flips his helmet up. “I’m seventy-two-years-old. What’s your excuse?”
My face falls as I swallow the lump in my throat, feeling truly humbled by an old man.
“Can you just drop the puck already?” I snap at the ref, and before I can even get my stick on it the old man rams his shoulder
into me and passes the puck off to one of his teammates.
They tear down the ice toward our goal, so I recover and bend and tuck, busting my ass to try to catch up to them, picking
up a little more speed than I’m used to. When I reach the old man, I miraculously manage to steal back the puck and attempt
to volley it behind our goalie to pass it off to my teammates. But a body checks me, and I feel myself hurtling toward the
boards, unable to brake. I brace myself for impact, but my eyes catch sight of a familiar blonde right before I splatter across
the glass.
“Dakota?” I murmur, my face smushed against the clear barrier as three guys press into my back, their sticks thwacking the ice by my feet, trying to steal the puck from me.
“Go, Killer Calder!” She claps her hands in front of her and cheers like it’s totally fucking normal for her to be here right
now.
“What are you doing here?” My voice is muffled by the barrier as I get ass-fucked by a seventy-year-old who really wants this
puck... and my dignity.
“I’m here to cheer you on! You’re doing great.” She shoots me two very enthusiastic thumbs-up. “Go, sports!”
Finally, one of my teammates sweep the puck out from beneath my skates, and I topple backward onto my ass as the pack breaks
away to the other side of the ice.
“Hey, Dakota!” Luke skates over and stops swiftly, spraying a cloud of ice shavings over my helmet.
“Oh hi, Luke! I didn’t know you played too,” Dakota says as Luke awkwardly helps me up off the ground.
“Yeah... they wouldn’t let Calder on the team if I didn’t join.”
“Shut the fuck up.” I shove my brother, and he chuckles before skating away to rejoin the game.
“This is the third ice arena I’ve been to in Denver,” Dakota says, chatting animatedly like I’m not in the middle of a game.
“You were not easy to find.”
“That’s because I didn’t want to be found!” I seethe, irritation simmering in my veins.
It’s bad enough Luke sees me suck ass on the ice, I don’t need the girl I’m currently banging to witness my humiliation. I’ve
considered quitting multiple times, but I keep thinking one of these years, I’m going to get better. It’s just a shame everyone
else seems to get better too.
“I gotta go,” I bite out, skating away and hating the fact that I feel like I have to try harder, skate faster... suck
less. This is why I don’t do well with girlfriends. I don’t like them to see me when I’m not at my best. And unfortunately,
my best has never been hockey. It’s too bad sex isn’t a competitive sport. I’d nail that competition.
Irritation niggles at me as I trip and flounder on the ice, sucking like usual, and by the time the whistle blows for our second intermission, rage is simmering in my veins.
The guys all haul ass to the bench for a beer, and I catch Dakota’s eye and point to the hallway that leads to the locker room.
I unlatch the gate at the ice and make my way down the rubber-matted hall in an attempt to get out of earshot. When Dakota
finally joins me, my temper boils over. “Why the fuck are you here?”
“To watch your big match!” She whacks my arm playfully, trying to be funny, but I do not find this funny.
I scowl back at her. “You know I don’t like anyone to come to these things.”
“Oh come on... this is fun! There are other spectators here.”
I look up and see we’re drawing the eyes of everyone around us, and I even spot Luke peering over, trying to eavesdrop on
our conversation.
With a low growl, I tuck one of my gloves under my arm with my stick and grab Dakota’s hand to pull her through the hallway
until we’re in the locker room. When the door closes and we’re encased in the cold, smelly concrete space, I turn and narrow
my eyes at her. “Why are you fucking with me?”
“I’m not!” She leans her back against the white brick wall, and I can’t help but notice the low cut of her sweater under her
long coat. She’s wearing a plaid skirt and little ankle boots, and she looks fucking sexy, which just pisses me off more.
“I just wondered...” she begins, but stops as a deep flush darkens her cheeks.
“What?”
She bites her lip in a way that makes my dick react. Usually it’s because she’s thoughtful or nervous, but this time...
“We could check something off our list.”
My brows furrow. “Here?”
“Feels pretty exhibitionist to me.” She smiles and lifts her brows, her eyes dropping to my cock that reacts very favorably.
“I’m a sweaty mess.”
“I don’t mind,” she volleys back as she takes a step toward me.
“I’m wearing skates.”
“I’ll be careful.” Another step.
“I...” I swallow the knot in my throat as my dick thickens inside of my pads, pushing against the compression shorts and
my nut cup.
I have nothing else to argue. No other excuses. We’re in the locker room... the team is out on the ice. I have maybe about
ten fucking minutes before that whistle blows.
“Fuck it.” I drop my stick and gloves before grabbing her neck and hauling her toward me.
She lets out an audible squeal as I crush my mouth to hers, pouring the frustration I feel in this moment right into this
kiss.
“I don’t like to be surprised,” I grumble against her lips before moving to devour her neck, sucking harshly in one spot.
“Duly noted,” she pants, gripping my collar as my hands roam down her body and steal under her skirt, wasting no time.
“Didn’t like it at the sex club. Don’t like it here.” I slip past her panties and push my finger deep inside of her, my entire
body shuddering when I feel her wet heat. She’s soaked. And she’s tight, and her silky channel causes my whole body to convulse
as I slick her wetness around her opening, flicking over her tight bundle of nerves with harsh pressure. “What do you have
to say for yourself?”
She whimpers and grips my shoulder pads as I walk in my skates and press her against the brick wall. She grabs my wrist and
rides my hand. “I’m not sorry.”
“Oh, you’re going to be when I’m done with you,” I threaten as I hook my fingers around the crotch of her panties and yank
downward.
The fabric tears after a few more tugs, and she gasps when the cool rink air touches her hot sex. She blinks at me with hooded
eyes, her brows pinched together as if she’s in pain. But I know what that look means. She wants more.
I struggle to undo my hockey pants, and as soon as I toss my nut cup and grip my bare shaft I throw my head back in anger. “Fuck, I don’t have a condom.”
She smiles and digs into her coat pocket, revealing a foil square between her two fingers.
“This doesn’t change anything.” My eyes narrow on her as I take the condom and rip the packet open with my teeth. “You’re
still in the doghouse.”
“Ruff, ruff.” She giggles as she watches me roll the rubber over my angry cock, and I fight away a smirk as her playfulness
pokes holes in my irritable mood.
“You want it rough, baby?” I ask as I grip her leg up around my hip and bend my knees to line my cock up with her center.
“Is that what you wanted when you came here tonight?”
She nods silently, her lips parted as she holds her breath high in her chest and without any prep, I thrust up into her, my
fingers digging into the meat of her thigh as a lightning strike of pressure rockets through my cock.
“Yes,” she cries loudly, her body arching into me as I grab her other leg and hoist her up around my waist, fusing our bodies
together. “God yes.”
“Be quiet or you’re going to get us caught,” I command, looking at the door nervously. There’s no way to lock it so if someone
walks in, they’re going to get an eyeful.
She licks her lips and wiggles against me, begging for movement. So I give her what she wants and fuck her hard and fast against
the wall, thrusting into her at a pace that I have no business keeping up with after two periods of hockey. But that’s what
this girl does to me. She makes me fucking crazy. She shocks me and pushes me and manages to dig shit out of me that I haven’t
shared with anyone. God, she’s a pain in my ass.
She cries out when her orgasm rips through her, her voice echoing off the locker room walls, and I look to the door, certain
someone had to have heard that.
A dark thought invades my mind. Maybe I want them to hear. I’ve been humbled on the ice enough tonight. I deserve this fucking win. I want everyone outside that door to know I just fucked my woman delirious in the locker room at intermission.
Holy shit, did I just refer to Dakota as my woman ? I better get my shit together because she is most certainly not mine . I mean, she is mine for the time we’re doing this, but when we’re done, we’re done. That’s what I want, and I know that’s
what she wants. She’s newly divorced, for fuck’s sake. She doesn’t need any man staking a claim on her. However, a lump settles
in the pit of my stomach when I think about the reality of that happening down the road.
Another guy is going to touch her like I am right now... My hips jack forward faster, enraged at the thought.
Another guy is going to hear the way her voice cracks when I’m buried balls-deep in her... I grip her waist, savoring the
moans that escape her lips.
Another guy will kiss her lush, pouty lips that scream my name... I seal my mouth over hers, messily kissing her between
my relentless thrusts.
Another guy will get to look at her stunning body... I gaze down at her supple curves, the perfect amount of soft and hard,
relishing the moment she lets go, her climax squeezing my cock so tight I almost lose my balance.
Fuck.
My orgasm takes me by surprise, and I hiss through my teeth as I empty my balls into her. Into the condom. Shame washes over
me as I realize just how fucked my thoughts were just then. I need to get my head out of my ass and back to reality. This
is just sex. Dakota Schaefer and I are just fucking.
“Stick that in your pipe and smoke it, old man,” I huff as I picture that old guy out on the ice drinking water while I just
got laid by my casual fuck buddy. I toss my knotted condom into the trash.
“What was that?” Dakota asks, depositing her torn panties in the same receptacle.
“Nothing,” I say, doing up my pants. “Are you going to stay for the last period?”
“Can I?” She hits me with wide eyes, clearly shocked by my invitation.
I nod. “Yeah... and sit by the visitor side, would you? Cheer real loud for me.”
“Okay.” She laughs and frowns up at me.
“And don’t heckle me, or I will make you pay.”
“Promises, promises.” She tugs on her skirt and winces slightly.
“What’s wrong?” I ask as we walk toward the locker room door.
She smooths her hands over her ass. “I’m cold.”
My eyes heat with the knowledge that she is completely bare down there and heading out to an ice rink to sit on a cold metal
bleacher. I lean in and press a chaste kiss to her lips. “You play stupid games, you win stupid prizes, Ace.”
And the sound of her laugh echoes in my head as I play one of the best periods of hockey in my adult beer-league hockey career.
Take that, old man.