31. My Angel, My God, My Religion
31
MY ANGEL, MY GOD, MY RELIGION
MALLORY/OLIVER
MALLORY
That was the worst game Covington has ever played since my dad became their coach. They won, but that’s not the point. It’s a miracle they finished the game at all. Dad is used to having a least two fights per game. Tommy and Cory are both hotheads who always punch first, talk later. Especially because Tommy’s the goalie. And you never touch the goalie. And Cory’s, well… Cory.
But this game was different. We all knew it was going to be interesting because of what happened in the corridor.
Everything just became a blur of colours. Covington’s purple jersey merging with Maddison’s Green. One moment, Theo had the puck, then the next moment, the helmets and gloves were discarded, and everyone was punching each other. Even the sophomores new to the team were fighting, and I don't even think they knew why. Ollie and Shawn were punching Joe and Cole. Cory was fighting Theo, and Tommy was punching who I assume by the padding is Maddison’s goalie. Everyone got in a good few punches before security and the refs broke it up. They had almost finished the game, and since we were already winning, they deemed us the winners. According to the refs, Joe Howard made the first move when he shoved Ollie into the barrier, and when they both threw their helmets off, he punched Ollie right in the jaw.
Everything happened so fast that we didn’t get to speak to anyone when it ended. Each team had an emergency meeting with their coaches, and then a representative from the official college hockey division. I know my dad is the coach of a college team, but I actually don’t know that much about the scoring system. All I know is that each team is on a suspension. Our one is considerably shorter because Maddison started the fight. Physically, anyway.
Ollie couldn’t fight back in the corridor. Not as much as he wanted to and Theo basically gave the ok for him to fight them.
I walk down the corridor of the fifth floor of the hotel next to the rink. All the players normally room in twos, except for the captain, who gets his own room.
I find number fifty and knock three times before the door flies open, and my heart sinks. Ollie opens the door in grey sweatpants, riding low on his hips. No shirt, but his normally smooth torso is peppered with reddish marks all over. He has a small cut above his left eyebrow, and a nasty red mark on the side of his jaw.
“It’s not as bad as you think,” he says, grabbing my hand to lead me into his room, shutting the door behind me.
“Does it hurt?'' I ask, my lips dipped into a frown as my hand lightly traces the nasty red spots on his chest. I pull my hand back when I hear him wince. But the corner of lips tilt up into a lopsided smirk. “Jackass. Now is not the time for jokes,”
His smile widens as he leans down to kiss my head. I shrug off my jacket, kicking off my shoes at the same time. Ollie sits himself on the edge of the bed, and I go to stand between his legs.
“What happened on the ice?” I ask.
“Payback for Howard touching your ass. Payback for Jensen and everything he’s ever said or did to you.” He smooths his hands down my waist, dipping his hands under my crop top to hold my bare skin.
“Ollie,”
“I couldn’t let it go,” he says, looking at me like it’s the most simple explanation in the universe. He lifts my knees towards him, placing them on either side of him so I'm straddling his lap. His hands flow up my back, landing in my hair. This is his favourite thing to do, twirling my curls around his fingers. He’s done it so many times that he doesn't even think about it anymore. His fingers just automatically do it, like muscle memory.
“You are the most important thing to me, Mallory. The most important. Protecting you, in any way I can, is my–I need to do it. Just like when I hit Nick that night. You punched Cole when he hurt you, so I know you don’t need it – proud of you for that, by the way – but…” he sighs, resting his head in the crook of my neck, planting soft kisses against my skin, breathing me in. “Saying I love you doesn’t cut it. It’s not enough, not compared to how I feel.” After a pause, he lifts his head again and looks at me. “You just, you overwhelm my brain in the best possible way. I’m completely consumed by you, Mallory. I’ll never not want to feel like th is. You are my everything, and I will work so fucking hard for the rest of my life to deserve you, I promise.”
A ghost of a smile haunts his face as I brush my lips against his cheekbone.
“You don’t think you deserve me?” I ask quietly, barely audible.
He swallows. “I’d like to think I could.” His eyes roam my face eagerly like he’s searching for something, but what, I'm not sure. I lean in, planting one long kiss on his lips, and just as he leans in again, I pull back, removing myself from his lap. I’m walking to the opposite wall, but I can feel his whimper. I make my way towards the wall and turn around, leaning against it. My eyes immediately darted down to his erection, currently tenting the fabric of his sweatpants.
“How much pain are you in right now?” I don’t take my eyes off it.
“I can barely feel it.” His voice rumbles through the air .
I don’t know if that’s good or bad, but right now, I want him so badly that I can't bring myself to care.
OLIVER
“Take them off,” the words barely escape her mouth before I'm basically ripping my pants and boxers off. But then my fucking phone on the bedside table beeps like crazy, interrupting our moment.
ICE ICE BABY
2:10 AM
Shawn-ty
Does anyone have plans for the break??
T–Man
What are you thinking, Shawny–boy??
Shawn–ty
Two words.
Road. Trip.
T–Man
Fuck yes!
Shawn–ty
Cory, you in?
Monty
Hell yeah I’m in.
T–Man
Cap, you in?
Monty
oh shit, isn’t his sister’s wedding during the break?
If Cap doesn’t go, Mallory won’t go
Which means the Juliana and Courtney won't go either
T–Man
Fuck.
Shawn–ty
Cap, when do you come back??
Me
Can’t talk rn, reply in the morning.
Monty
the fuck you mean you can’t talk??
What about winter break??
I growl as I make my way to my phone, typing out a quick response before putting it on silent.
“You need to get that?” she teases, leaning against the wall, toying with the button of her jeans.
I make my way to the centre of the bed, pressing my head against the headboard. “Come here.”
She slowly walks back towards me but stops halfway. She looks me up and down before meeting my gaze, hungry with desire. She unbuttons her jeans, letting the denim slide down her legs, stepping out of it. My eyes zero in on the tiny scrap of underwear. Mallory moves her fingers down her stomach, tracing the edges of her panties, toying with it. With me. She pulls it down slightly, then back up again, fucking teasing me. My fists clench at my side, resisting the urge to go over there and rip them off myself.
She grabs the waistband and tugs it down, letting it pool at her feet. I’m practically begging her to come over here, but she just shakes her head.
“Not yet.”
A smile slowly creeps up on her face as she slowly strokes her thigh, all the way up to her folds, swirling her fingers on her clit, eliciting the sweetest fucking moan. She finally makes her way over to me, and I practically pull her onto me. She’s hugging me so tight, but it’s not enough. I want to be closer. She adjusts her position, moving up and down every now and again, grinding her hips against my hard dick, sliding me between her folds.
“Mallie, baby, you’re killing me,” I whisper between groans as I grip her waist. She just fucking giggles at me, like she enjoys being a tease. But I can’t argue with her, I can’t even think properly. She leans forward and kisses my lips, leaving a trail of pepper kisses from my cheeks all the way down to my neck, where she nibbles at my skin. She’s careful to avoid the marks that will leave bruises tomorrow, and that tugs at my heart.
“Do you, uh, have a condom?” She whispers into my skin. I nod eagerly like a goddamn bobblehead. She giggles into my neck, and it’s the sweetest fucking sound
I’ve ever heard. I’m never going to get tired of hearing it.
I reach down to the floor and pull out two condoms from my bag. “Original or kiwi?” I hold them up in front of her.
She picks the fruity one and throws it over her shoulder.“Original, unless you want your dick to kill me,” she says, laughing.
I blink at her. “You’re allergic to kiwi.”
“I’m allergic to kiwi.”
“Noted.” I kiss her shoulder as I tear the corner of the packet to put it on. “I just wasn’t sure if your allergy was only due to oral consu – nevermind.” Her lips meet mine again, and as soon as I feel her hand stoke the tip, I can’t wait any longer. We are the only two people in this room, in this hotel, in this world.
“Dude,”says the voice from behind the door, knocking, pulling us back to reality. Both our heads jerk up at the same time.
“It’s Shawn, you awake?”
Captain cockblocker fucking strikes again.
She laughs into my nose, teasing me for a response, but I just cover her mouth. If he thinks I’m asleep, he’ll go away. Why the fuck is he awake at two in the morning?
Still holding my dick in her hand, she finds the right spot and sinks my flesh into her. I have to bite her fucking shoulder to stop myself from groaning, and she just laughs at me. Again. She moves up and down my hips, my dick slowly sliding in and out of her. Shawn knocks again, and just as I think we’ve gotten away with it, she removes her shirt, revealing her matching lacy bra. Her hands reach round her back to undo the clasp and I shake my head, digging my fingers into the flesh of her waist.
Tits. Her tits. They’re my favourite, and I know when I see them I’m going to–
She takes her bra off and I moan. Out loud.
“Cap?”
“I’m um, trying to sleep here, Shawn, can it wait till morning?” I keep my eyes on her perfect tits, my lips parting when they bounce. When we hear a faint noise of a door opening and closing, I go all in. I take her nipple into my mouth and suck it like it’s my job, causing her head to fall back.
“Are you sure you didn’t want to talk to him?” She says, her voice breathy.
I reach up to palm her breasts, pinching her nipple between my fingers. “What’s wrong baby, got nothing to say?”
She leans her head back, placing her hands on my chest for balance. “Fuck. You,” she replies. She leans down to place a quick kiss on my lips before she goes faster, quickening her pace. Her tits bounce up and down as she rides me harder. Her head tilts back as she whimpers. “Ollie I’m – I’m going to–”
We were both so lost in the fog of our orgasms that we didn’t even hear Tommy walk in.
“Huh, so that’s what she looks like naked.”
Mallory and I both whip our heads in the direction of Tommy, who is standing in the open doorway, smiling wider than the fucking Cheshire cat. He’s literally openly ogling my naked girlfriend. She covers her tits with her hands as I try to lean up to shield all of her from him, but with her being on top of me, that’s kind of hard .
Like my dick, which is still very much buried inside of her.
And Tommy is still standing by the open door. I really need to start locking doors.
“Dude, get out!” I scream, throwing a pillow at him which he effortlessly dodges.
He gestures to both of us with his hand, the one placed firmly on his jutted hip, like he’s a sassy school mom. “You never replied to our messages. We need to know if–”
“Fuck off!” Mallie and I both say in unison.
Tommy offers us both one more toothy smile before he closes the door, leaving us alone.
Mallory stares down at me, chest heaving, her arms still – barely – shielding her tits.“Tommy just saw me naked.”
“Yep.”
“Do you think he’ll tell my dad?”
“Mal, he…probably knows…”
“Right, right.” Mallory’s eyes widened. “Do you think he’ll tell your parents?”
I fucking hope not.
“I guess you’ll find out at dinner next week.”
“I’m sorry?”
“You and your dad are coming over to my parents house in Vermont for dinner. My dad told me this morning. Benji insisted it happen soon.”
And as if on queue, Mallory’s phone pings from across the room. She scurries off me, reaching into her jacket pocket for her phone. She looks so sexy walking across the room. Her hair is all in disarray, pink blotches paint her face, but the thing I focus on is the scowl she has as soon as she turns her phone on .
MALLORY
I think I just died. I think at some point during sex, I died, and now I'm in hell.
I HAVE TO TOLERATE YOU :) 2:30 AM
Satan
We will be attending the Ashby’s for dinner on the 8th, at their house in Vermont. Mallory and I will fly down. Henry, are you able to stay an extra day after your game?
Me
I’m sorry??
Satan’s spawn
Should be fine, but I'll double check with coach.
Satan
@Me: We’re having dinner with Oliver and his family. I thought that was clear.
Me
UM. Since when??
Satan’s spawn
Got the all clear.
Satan
*thumbs up emoji*
A dinner with Oliver’s family. My family.
Dinner with Oliver. Who doesn’t know I'm moving. Dinner with dad. Who doesn’t know I haven't told him. Dinner with Henry. Who didn’t know we were dating. I guess he does now.
Me
Ollie doesn’t know about the move.
Satan
You haven’t told him yet?
Satan’s spawn
Jesus christ mal just tell the guy.
Me
Tell the boy I love who's in love with me that I can't spend senior year with him because I'm moving halfway across the country???
Yeah, I'll just go do that right now. Easy peasy.
Satan
First of all, gross.
Second of all, you really should tell him before dinner.
Me
…pass.
This dinner is going to be such a disaster.