Chapter 21
Kyle
“Fucking pass it man, what are you doing?” I yell to Nick, who zips past Sean and beelines for the net at the opposite end of the rink to where I stand. My knees are bent, adrenaline pumping, waiting for a puck to come flying towards me at any moment.
Of course the puck is stolen from Nick the moment he comes within ten feet of the goal, the opposing defensemen crowding in on him like a lamb to the slaughter. The guy never learns, always confident that he can score without the need to use his teammates to his advantage, but never actually proving that theory to be true.
By the third period I’ve saved what feels like 500 shots on goal and received just as many slaps of gratitude to the back from Sean, as he skated past me, triumphant smirk pulling his dimples deep. When the whistle eventually echoes through the arena to signal the end of the game, I wait on bated breath for the fighting to start. I’ve never been one to fight, not over hockey anyway. It’s not really a goalie’s job to get involved in fights and we’re usually not the target of an angry opponent’s fist. But I quite like to watch them all the same, especially the ones Sean sticks his nose into. He was born for this shit and I think the whole arena would agree that you can physically feel the heavy air lift after a few punches are thrown, post whistle blow. There aren’t any fights today though, and when I see Sean skate straight off the ice after the whistle, I follow, nipping closely at his heels.
“Wow, is this the day you’ve finally grown up?” I taunt, helmet coming off and the blonde, sweat soaked tresses that stick to my head being brushed away.
Sean barks a laugh, yanking his gloves off and squeezing his fists with a wince. “I’m going to be a dad, so should probably go easy on the fighting from now on. Callie said she doesn’t want a husband who’s missing his front teeth.”
“Husband? She finally agreed to marry you? I thought you had the whole proposal thing planned out?”
He nods, looking over his shoulder for the rest of our team, who haven’t left the ice yet. “I do have it planned, I don’t know when or where I'm doing it, but I'm fucking doing it before this baby comes.” He huffs a sigh and ruffles a hand through his mess of curls. “I’m still kind of worried she’ll say no though. I know she wants to be my wife, she’s said so, but she still thinks she’s too young.”
“Too young for marriage, but not to be parents?” I laugh and Sean nudges me.
“Don't let her hear you teasing her like that, she’ll have your testicles on a stick.”
“She loves you man, she won’t be able to resist when you do eventually get down on one knee.”
Sean laughs heartily as we round the corner, our team now following behind. “I'll be in the perfect position for a swift kick to the balls if that’s what she chooses, instead of saying yes like any other woman would.” There’s the arrogance that never fails him.
My teammates filter past me and into the locker rooms as I fixate my gaze on the fiery blonde who stands beaming at me, twisting the end of her braid around her pinky finger. I approach her, striding forward, still on my skates as Sean pulls Callie into a lingering hug.
Fuck, I want one of those.
“Killed it tonight boys, congrats.” Molly smiles, clapping her hands in the air with a jump. All I can see is her tits bouncing and the brightly coloured lace that covers them through her white t-shirt. I swear she wears this brightly coloured lingerie through transparent clothing on the regular, purely to get a rise out of my dick.
Molly lands a few high fives with the guys as they pass her and head into the locker rooms to shower off the barrel full of sweat we’ve all produced in the past two hours.
“Yeah,” Callie beams up at Sean as he towers over her, hands planted on her hips. “You boys did amaz—” in less than a second her face pales, neck clammy and she clamps a hand to her mouth. “Sean, I'm gonna puke.” Callie bowls down the hallway to the public bathroom and Sean sprints in after her.
I turn to Molly, her lightly freckled cheeks glowing under the harsh light of the arena. “Give me a hug.” I reach my arms out to her and she slinks away, nose scrunched in disgust.
“Ew, no you stink of sweat Davis.” She brings her palms in front of her, holding them out to fend me off.
I skulk towards her like a lion. “I wasn’t asking Crawford.” I smile playfully, fingers wiggling at her. “Give. Me. A. Hug.”
Molly’s blue eyes gleam, flecks of ice woven through them. “Make me.” A couple more of my teammates pass us, Nick and Lewis halting for a beat to spare me a shit eating grin, before leaning arrogantly against the locker room door, watching Molly and I. She barely even registers them, her gaze sticking to mine like glue, as she waits for me to grab a hold of her like she wants me to. So, that’s exactly what I do, ignoring my friends and dropping my chest to fling Molly over my shoulder as she squeals with glee. Her slender legs kick, so I wrap an arm around them, pinning them to my chest whilst her fists attempt to assault my back. All the while she laughs so hard she’s clutching her stomach when I place her back on her feet. Lewis and Kyle exchange a knowing look and head into the locker rooms, leaving Molly and I alone again. Although, I don't even know if she registered their presence, as she was only looking at me the entire time. Come to think of it, she looks at me a lot, even when she thinks I don't notice and I guess I do the same, always keeping her in my vision out of the corner of my eye. Constantly noting the tiny details of her face, the way her nose slopes into a perfect curve, the apples of her cheeks and how they’re sprinkled with the tiniest honey coloured freckles, that nobody else gets close enough to see.
It’s like she only sees me and I only see her.
My eyes fall to her pouty lips, the heavenly swell of them and the way she always sucks in a stuttered breath when my eyes land there.
“Kiss me,” I whisper, pressing my chest to her’s and forcing her back against the cold wall.
She lifts on her tip-toes, nose brushing mine as she covers my mouth with her’s for a swift moment. I look back at her with my eyebrows pulled together, I don’t know what the fuck that peck was, but it certainly wasn’t what I was looking for.
“I said kiss me,” I coo, breathing against the parting of her lips. My heart kicks into high gear when she leans closer, her voice a mere quiver against my mouth.
“That was a ki—” she starts, but I don't let her finish. I crash down onto her, my lips pressing into her’s and soaking up every tiny piece of her taste, her smell, the way her taut waist feels when I grip it hard and haul her into me. Her breathing is jagged as she parts her bowed lips for me, meeting my tongue with a hot, wet sweep that drives me fucking insane with need. My hand finds her jaw, bracketing it as she tries desperately to rise higher on her toes, begging the friction between out tongues to increase. When I finally let her go, our chests heaving in time and the pink seeping out of both of our cheeks, she runs a hand over her braid.
“Wow, Kyle that was…” she pants, wide eyed gaze faltering and twisting into a bright smile.
“What I meant when I said, kiss me,” I pick up my gloves from the ground where I launched them, as I got totally swallowed into that kiss with Molly and shove them under my arm. “Meet me here in ten, I’ll have a quick shower.” I peck her lips once more, “Don't go anywhere Barbie.” She slaps my ass as I retreat to the shower and when I push open the door of the locker room with a clearly victorious smile, I'm met with at least seven pairs of eyes smirking back at me. Lewis is the first one to zero in on me though and the fucker decides to meet me with a condescending pat to the shoulder.
“You’re in love, you know that right? Please tell me you know that.” He smiles and I can’t tell if he’s asking me or telling me.
“Bullshit,” I mutter, throwing my shit into my locker and ignoring the painful amount of eyes that are still pinging off me. “Can you all mind your own fucking business and stop accusing me of feeling things that I don’t feel.”
“Oh, that’s good news then,” One of the defensemen, pipes up. “She’s a fucking rocket and I was hoping you didn’t have any feelings for her so I could ask her out.”
“What?” My eyes are wider than they were 0.2 seconds ago and my heart picks up speed. “Don’t you fucking dare, don't even talk to her, actually don’t even look at her.”
He smiles back at me, Lewis mirroring him. “Touché.”
It takes me less than the ten minutes I asked Molly to wait for me, because I'm on fast forward the entire time I'm in the shower. I’m itching to get out of this hellish environment, where everyone is staring at me with accusation in their eyes. I’m not an insecure person generally and I wouldn’t feel so sick to my stomach if I didn’t know how fucking on the money all of them are. I can’t say it out loud though, not to anyone but Sean, who I know understands my situation like no one else can. I trust my best friend, with my life if I needed to and I know for a fact, that most of the guys in this locker room would go spilling my secrets to anyone who would listen if I gave them the chance.
Most of the guys have already left anyway by the time I gather my bag from my locker and head out into the quiet hallway, for a moment my stomach drops and I think Molly has left. But when I look to the left, back towards the mouth of the arena, I see her. Braid hanging low down her back as she leans her elbows on the edge of the rink, watching the Zamboni drift around, smoothing the ice. Her ass is jutted out towards me and when I reach her I give her a little pat-pat. Her bright eyes immediately flash at me over her shoulder.
I gesture towards the ice as the Zamboni driver gives me a brief wave, moving off the rink. “Wanna go for a quick skate before we leave? Everyone has gone now.” I shrug, not wanting her to feel pressured, but also really fucking desperate for any reason to touch her and gliding across the ice together seems like the perfect excuse.
Molly fists a hip. “You goalies are so extra, you’re the last one out of the fucking locker room and now you want to go for a skate? I mean, what were you even doing in there? Manscaping?” She muses, lips pursed and eyebrows pinched into a mountain.
I tip my lips into a teasing smile. “Awe, changing the subject because you’re scared? Come on, I’ll hold your hand.” I pout my lips, twisting them into a false frown and Molly scoffs a laugh.
“You know I can skate right?” Her fist lands on her hip. “Like I can really skate.”
“Oh, you mean you can stay upright?”
She points a painted finger at me. “You’re going to regret that, get me some skates.”
I grab a pair of skates for her, kneeling down and tying them into bows as she sits like a queen on the bench, picking her nails as if she's bored, which is only growing my amusement. She thinks she can really skate, but I guarantee she's on her ass within ten-seconds of landing on that freshly zambonied ice.
Molly leaps to her feet and I shove my tender soles into my own skates, watching her make her way onto the ice without even waiting for me to tie the fucking things.
She’s an impatient little monster at times.
When I stand up, skates laced and ready to guide Molly across the ice like Bambi, my eyes almost fall out of my head. A flash of platinum blonde passes me as I step out, Molly’s lean frame floating over the ice and taking an entire sprinted lap around the rink, before beginning a mind bendingly fast spin on the spot. When she comes to a stop, she turns to smile at me, a cocky grin plastered on her angelic face. I zip over to her, taking her hips in my hands and smacking a possessive kiss to her frozen lips. The icy air around us biting at my bare skin and wet hair, as a trickle of water trails down the back of my neck.
I breathe a chuckle. “I can’t lie, I'm massively turned on by that.” “Yeah?” She smirks, hands landing on my shoulders. “Wanna go back to your place?”
I look over my shoulder, every single soul now out of the building and a spark of an idea lights up my mind. “I have a better idea.”
I've never been a big fan of sex in public places, it always feels kind of rushed and it’s never as comfortable and versatile as in a nice, big, king sized bed like the one that sits waiting in my bedroom. But with Molly, for some reason, it’s the thrill that’s making me rip her clothes off her right now as I pin her against my locker. We’re all breathy kisses and nipping, sweeping tongues, hands exploring each other like we haven’t been having sex for months now. I think I know her body better than my own at this point.
I suck a trail down her collarbone, over the swell of her breasts, taking a moment to swipe my tongue over each rosey nipple and watch her head fall back. That rush of emotion floods me, it causes a tsunami in my stomach and makes me want to crush Molly with all the words that are on the tip of my tongue. Instead, I swallow her moan with my mouth, pulling her bottom lip between my teeth, before spinning her around and pushing into her from behind, taking her last breath with me. She forces herself back against me, deepening my strokes as she goes and grasping her hands back towards me as she searches for an anchor. I take both of her wrists in my hand, dipping my face into the comforting smell that paints her neck, dropping open mouthed, sloppy kisses all over her heated skin. She pants as I reach around and pinch the bud of nerves between my thumb and forefinger, forcing her over the edge of the parapet and letting her take me over too. The two of us crash into our orgasms, Molly’s walls clenching around my cock and draining me totally dry. I don't think I’ve ever come that quick before and the best part is, I wasn’t even worried about being caught in the act. My bare ass is out for anyone to see if they came striding into this locker room, totally unaware of what they were walking into.
As always, I wasn’t even thinking about that. I was totally fucking drunk on Molly, on my girl, because that’s what she is, even if she refuses to label it as such. She’s mine, only mine.