Chapter 26
We end up coming back from our road trip with three more wins under our belt and our standing looking good for playoffs. It might be early in the season, but it’s still nice to be pulling ahead this early on.
When I get home, I assume Audrey is already sleeping since we got on the plane right after our game. Her door is cracked, but I’m not sure if she wants me to come in. I head into my room, but then take in the still broken bed frame and lopsided mattress thinking about my options. One, I still need to get a new bed frame delivered. Two, I could sleep on the couch. Or three, I can join Audrey in her bed.
Dropping my bag in my room and stripping down to just my boxers, I decide to take the risk. I’ve been so afraid of living my life outside of hockey over these last few years and Audrey makes me want to be more adventurous. Take what I want. Do what I want and not be ashamed of anything.
So, with that, I enter her room quietly trying not to wake her. She’s on her back with one arm up by her face, peacefully sleeping. I stand over her just staring for a moment. Her eyelashes fan across her cheek, her hair spread on the pillow.
I pull the blanket off slowly, revealing the baggy t-shirt she’s in. Then, I look closer and realize it’s mine and that sends me into a spiral of desire. I wasn’t planning on touching her, just crawling into bed, but now I have to.
Once the covers are completely off her body she shifts but doesn’t wake up. I climb onto the bed carefully, nudging her legs apart and sliding my hands up them softly. She lets out the sexiest little moan, but I still don’t think she’s awake. I reach her hip and tease the edge of the little panties she’s wearing.
“Mm, Charlie?” she whispers.
“Yeah, pretty girl.”
“What are you doing?” she asks.
“Something I probably shouldn’t.”
“If it’s eating my pussy then you definitely should.”
I look up at her face and see her eyes are lidded with a smirk on her face.
“What if I had started doing that before you were awake?”
“I encourage that kind of behavior,” she smiles.
“I’ll remember that,” I yank at her underwear, pulling them off her legs swiftly and tossing them somewhere in the room before diving into her sweet cunt with my tongue.
Audrey lets out a guttural moan as she arches her back at the feeling of my mouth on her. I can see her pebbled nipples and those fucking piercings under my shirt she’s wearing and fuck if that doesn’t turn me on even more.
I flick my tongue on her clit and she slides a hand into my hair, gripping the strands to push and pull me where she wants. Sometimes I resist and it results in a sharp bite of pain in my scalp that I like.
“You better make me come. I don’t like to be woken up for no reason,” she says from above me.
I sink my teeth into her inner thigh, and she gasps. “Do you think you’re in charge here?”
“Of course, I do,” she smiles.
I nip at her clit, and she cries out then I rub my tongue along it roughly. “Even when I’m the one in between your thighs controlling if you have an orgasm or not?”
“Oh, I’ll come. If you can’t get the job done, then I’ll do it myself. So, either make it happen or I’m going to–”
I cut off whatever she was going to say by sealing my mouth over her pussy and spearing my tongue inside her. Then, I move back up, flicking her clit. She’s breathing hard, her thighs are clenching around my head and she’s pulling my hair hard.
“Then come for me, pretty girl,” I growl before sucking her clit into my mouth and pushing two fingers inside her.
She chants my name as everything coils and tightens before she’s crying out with her release. Her pussy is a vice around my fingers and my cock throbs wanting to be included, but that’s not what this was about. I just wanted to make her feel good.
As she comes down, I give her pussy one more long lick before crawling up her body, holding myself up and looking down at her. She’s so fucking beautiful, even in the dim light I can see her flushed cheeks, her breathing is starting to slow. Her eyes are unfocused and hazy, she doesn’t have her glasses on, and I take in her entire face.
Because I can’t help myself, I lean down and press my lips against hers. She hums at the contact and wraps her arms around the back of my neck. I sink down, pressing some of my weight against her while swiping my tongue across the seam of her lips. She licks her taste from my tongue, and I can’t help but grind my cock against her. I can feel the wetness through my boxers, and it all feels so good. Her mouth on mine, tongues tangled, warm wet pussy rubbing against me.
I’m almost embarrassed at how I feel the beginning of an orgasm. I go to pull back, not wanting to come in my underwear like a teenager. Audrey doesn’t let me, wrapping her legs around me, pulling me against her so I can’t back away.
“You going to come just from rubbing against me?” she asks against my mouth.
“No,” I lie, biting her bottom lip before sucking it into my mouth.
“Liar,” she pulls me harder against her and grinds her hips against me. “I want you to come just from this. Show me how good I make you feel just by rubbing my cunt while the taste of it is on your tongue.”
I groan and kiss her harder, doing what she wants. Dry humping her while our tongues battle with each other. It doesn’t take long before I feel the orgasm starting and I’m unable to stop it even if I wanted to. I thrust against her and then I’m coming in my boxers just like she wanted while groaning into her mouth.
I can feel her smile into our kiss before I pull back and see her satisfaction written all over her face.
“You proud of that, pretty girl?”
She nods. “Fuck yeah. It’s sexy to have you lose control for me.”
I grab her hips, flip her onto her stomach and she lets out a squeal. I smack my hand against her ass sharply before climbing off the bed. “Go to bed.”
“Don’t tell me what to do,” she retorts playfully.
I chuckle as I jump into my shower quickly and change my underwear. When I come back into her room, she’s asleep again, on her stomach and holding her pillow. She didn’t pull up the blanket again so her ass is exposed, and I have to bite my knuckles while convincing myself we both need sleep and I can’t fuck her right now.
With every ounce of willpower I have, I climb into the bed, covering her with my t-shirt and then the blanket. I don’t pull her against me even though I’m dying to, but I need to show her I’m fine with this. Cuddling would be too far, even though we’ve done it before. I settle into the bed and try to go to sleep.
Despite how tired I am, it takes longer than I would prefer. When I finally drift off to sleep, I could have sworn Audrey ended up scooting closer to me while draping her arm across my chest.
It’s beentwo days since I came home, and I did end up ordering a new bed. Reluctantly. I picked the longest shipping option because there’s no rush to have any reason to be kicked out of Audrey’s bed.
We have a home game tonight and my teammates and I just got off the ice from our warmup when I hear my name called off to the side before entering the locker room. When I turn, I’m met with the face of a person I never wanted to see again.
I’m frozen in place while the rest of my teammates file into the locker room. I narrow my eyes at the woman as she approaches me.
“Charlie, can we talk?” Tabitha asks and it pulls me out of my frozen state.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” I snap, looking around to see who all would see us.
“I’ve been trying to get a hold of you.”
“And I thought you would take the hint. I can’t do this with you right now, I have to get back in there. We are about to start a game.”
“I know, I just didn’t know what else to do to get you to talk to me.”
“Maybe stop? There’s nothing to talk about, Tabitha. That ship sailed four years ago. Give up.” She flinches at my harsh tone, but I don’t care. “How did you even get back here?”
“It doesn’t matter. Look, I just have to know, are you really with that Audrey girl?”
I hate the way Audrey’s name sounds in her mouth. I can hear her distaste and it pisses me off even more.
“Don’t talk about her. You lost the right to know anything about me or what I do and with whom when you tried to play me.”
“So, you are with her?”
I roll my eyes, “Yes. Okay? Bye.”
She scoffs, “Real classy girl, Charlie. Come on, she’s not the type to stay with long term.”
I’m seething, “And how would you know? You don’t. You don’t know anything about her, and you don’t know anything about me anymore. Don’t try to contact me anymore. I have to go.”
I turn and start walking back into the locker room when she tries one last ditch effort.
“I still love you,” her voice calls.
“You should’ve thought about that before you tried to use me.”
I don’t turn around to see the look on her face, I just join my team and I’m so mad. I’m ready to get out onto the ice right now. I need the outlet.
Collee notices something is up and approaches me cautiously.
“You good?” he asks.
“Mhmm,” I mumble.
“What was that about?”
Of course, he noticed Tabitha.
“Don’t worry about it. It won’t happen again.”
He steps in front of me, blocking the view from the rest of our team as he lowers his voice to address me, “You better not be fucking around behind Audrey’s back.”
“I’m not. We aren’t even together,” she’s made that clear. “And even if we were, she wouldn’t have anything to worry about with Tabitha. She knows that.”
Collee nods, clearly accepting my answer. “Good, because I wouldn’t be able to stop Chandler’s wrath if you fuck over her best friend…again.”
I groan, “That was an accident.”
“You good to play then?” he asks.
I nod, “Better than ever. I need this.”
And I really do.
As soon as we are on the ice and that whistle blows, I have tunnel vision. It’s just me, my team, and the opponent. Both battling for the puck and trying to get our goals. I tune everything out. Everyone who’s not on the ice with me doesn’t matter. It’s only about the game.
I take my aggression out on the opponents and at one point end up checking a guy into the boards a bit too hard for the ref”s liking so I end up with a penalty.
Of course, they score on the power play and I’m even more pissed as I exit the box. I’m on the bench waiting for my next shift, watching the game intently to ensure the best opening. I’m rooting for my teammates while Dumont defends our zone with his line mate Jones. The puck gets past them, but Colver smothers it, so the play is dead.
We win the face off, and I swap out with my teammate, Williams, flying toward the other zone with the rest of my line mates. I get passed the puck and give everything I have in the slap shot. Their goalie doesn’t anticipate it going top shelf and I score.
I’m happy, but it’s not enough to simmer the lingering anger inside me. I can’t shake my irritation so my celly is cut short and then we are all onto the next play.