Brooks
W hy the fuck did I admit that to her? She was already suspicious about the possibility that I took her panties. Okay, that actually happened, but I just admitted to blowing my load into them, more than once… Yeah, I’m a fucking idiot.
What the hell is this woman doing to me?
Never have I ever been a creep and did what I had done.
But there’s just something inside of me that’s drawn to her.
She’s like a drug that I must have a taste of.
Let’s face it, as soon as I saw her walk in wearing that form-fitted black dress with the open back and those sexy as hell, red-bottomed black heels, I was a goner.
The cold night air sobers me as I stand on the patio, the silence bringing me back to logical thoughts.
I want her, but I’ll never be able to have her.
She’s the relationship type, while I’m not cut for commitment.
I tried the whole relationship thing when I was still playing for Chicago.
Yeah, what a trainwreck that was. Girl was a typical puck bunny, who even after I proposed to her, continued to sleep with a few other guys.
Some teammates and some from rival teams. After that, I swore off women, told myself I was done.
I didn’t need a woman in my life. The lone wolf.
But for some reason, Hayley has me wanting to try.
I walk back into house, my eyes searching the entire room for her. I find Camden standing with Cassidy and Halloway of all people, talking up a storm. I thrust my hands into my pockets and walk toward them, ruffing up Cam’s hair when I stop next to him.
“Hey, I didn’t think you were here,” I say, raising an eyebrow at Camden.
Swatting my hand away, he smiles up at me. “I was in my game room.”
“Game room?” I question as Cassidy grips his shoulders as if he said something wrong.
“Yup… Good to see you, Brooks. You and Hayley have a good time on the dance floor?” she says with a tone that I can’t quite put my finger on. It’s not malicious, more intrigued, and curious. Does she know something I don’t? Has Hayley told her about my panty stealing?
“Brooks. Glad to see I didn’t ruin your evening too much.” Her voice sounds from behind me as I go to interject. Her voice is smooth and sweet like drinking a good Moscato. My cock strains against the fabric of my dress pants as I imagine her saying my name, screaming it as she’s about to climax.
Goddamn it, Brooks, snap out of it.
I have to stop thinking about her.
Wanting her .
Yet I can’t help the effect she has on me.
“Hayley.” I nod in her direction. “Nope. Can’t say you did.”
“I’m glad.” She pauses for a moment, turning to Cassidy. “Well, Camden and I are going to get going. Cassidy, I’ll see you tomorrow. Brunch. Don’t be late.”
Oh, to be a fly on the wall at that brunch , I can’t help thinking as I let out a low chuckle. The thought of them gossiping over God knows what.
“You got it, boss,” she says, doing a little salute before turning back to Channing. God, he better be careful with her. I’ve heard stories about Cassidy and the players. She’s probably why they implemented the no fraternization clause.
I focus back on Hayley who has a shit-eating grin spreading across her face as she directs her attention back to Camden.
“Cam. Go say goodbye to Mr. Richards. I’ll only be a moment more.
” He opens his mouth to interject but skips off, completely abandoning his train of thought.
“Mr. Miller.” Her tone is low but laced with a hint of seduction.
Her smile disappearing altogether. “Being that you find it so amusing to take things that aren’t yours, especially without asking, I figured I’d leave you with a little parting gift. ”
She reaches into her clutch, concealing something in the palm of her hand before reaching for mine. Something passes from her hand into mine as she lets go. Her gaze meets mine as her playful, yet seductive smirk plays at her lips. “Have a wonderful night.”
I open my hands to see a pair of black panties wadded up.
Holy hell.
She’s trying to kill me.
I wad them back up into my palm, gripping them tightly as I watch her walk away. My cock is now suffocating as I realize what she has done. They’re wet. As if our banter from earlier turned her on.
I shove them into my pocket before stalking away toward the bar.
My fist tightly at my side as I order a scotch on the rocks to try to combat the hard on she just gave me.
Hayley is treading on shallow ground right now.
The next time, I’m not sure I’ll be able to keep myself away, from doing something I know I’ll regret.
Distance is what I need from her. Yet this cat and mouse game we now seem to be playing, keeps me all in.
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The last week of training has been brutal to say the least. Hayley’s been tense.
Closed off. Her flirtatious banter we usually exchange is nonexistent.
I mean I’ve had a role in it too. I can’t place the blame all on her considering I’ve been really avoiding any, if not all, interaction with her like she has the bubonic plague.
I’m a coward, nonetheless.
After she gave me her panties at the party, I told myself I wouldn’t use them. I walked straight to my nightstand that night and dropped them in the drawer, shutting it as if I never received them. But like all well-thought-out plans, I abandon them.
She was wet when she slipped them off before handing them to me.
The feeling of the dampness as I rub my hand along the lace, has me nearly busting in my pants.
Is it wrong of me to have rolled over and get them from where I had sworn to keep them locked away?
Yes. But all logic is driven out the window by my need for wanting her.
The scent of her fills my senses as I drop them on my face, gripping my hard shaft.
Stroking it to the thought of her. How she was aroused at the realization that I had stolen a pair of her panties recently.
My strokes become more vigorous and faster as I reach my undoing.
Cursing out her name, I release on my stomach.
Yeah, that’s exactly why I’m avoiding her.
“Again,” she yells after blowing the whistle.
The conditioning she has had me doing for the past thirty minutes has me exhausted, worn down. Fuck. Is this punishment for stealing her panties, then jerking off to the pair she practically threw at me? I should have known God would find some way to smite me out of all this.
I skate over to the players bench, Hayley hot on my tail. “Again,” she says, her tone laced with something I’m not familiar with. Is it anger or frustration, I’m not sure.
“No. We’re done for the day,” I say, removing my gloves before taking off my helmet.
“You’re not done till I say we’re done.”
I shake my head as I make my way to the tunnel leading to the locker rooms. “Yes. We. Are,” I growl back as she hurries behind me. “You have a problem with it, talk to the GM.”
“I won’t clear you. Today’s your last day before training camp begins.
You want to participate, you’ll get your ass back out there and finish what we started,” she says, crossing her arms over her chest, the ample cleavage she already had on display in her long-sleeved V-neck, now being pushed out more.
I take in the sight of her in all her pissed-off glory as she stares me down.
Her spin straight as puts on her best intimidating glare, all the while my cock is screaming to be in her.
My mind is telling me to walk the other way, but my feet have other plans.
Dropping my gear to the floor, I walk back toward her, forcing her back up against the wall as my frame towers over her.
Her breath hitches as I cage her in with both arms. Her eyes burn not with anger, but lust.
“You’ve been a real pain in my ass all week,” I say, my mouth only inches from her as she lifts her chin to look into my eyes. “What’s got you all fucking wound up, that you can’t take a goddamn chill pill? Was it the panties? Because if that’s what this problem is, then get the fuck over it.”
Her chest rises and falls as does mine as we stare at each other with frustration.
I didn’t want to yell at her like I did, but obviously, she has a problem with me.
Maybe, she’s just as frustrated as I am.
I turn my back to her, urging myself to walk away, knowing I should.
Knowing that nothing good could come of us, this thing we’re doing.
“Fuck it,” I say, stopping in my track, turning back to her. My lips find hers in a hungry, needy kiss.
My hands grip her waist tight as I deepen the kiss, her back remaining firm against the wall.
My tongue runs along her bottom lip, begging for entrance, a taste of her sweetness.
Her lips part slightly, my tongue dancing with hers as it fights for dominance.
Her hands grip the back of my neck, moving to grip my hair as she deepens the kiss even further.
My cock throbs against my jock as I savor this moment in time with her.
It's wrong. We shouldn’t be doing this, especially in our place of employment. Yet, the idea of being caught fills me with excitement. My lips on hers. How she molds into my body. It feels so right.
My hands move to grip her ass as the sound of the arena door opening echoes through the arena. Hayley pushes me away as quick as possible. Her chest heaves up and down, breath labored as she stares into my eyes. Is it pain I see reflecting at me, or is it sadness?
I open my mouth to say something, but Hayley beats me to it. “This isn’t right,” she says, turning to walk toward her office. “We can’t be doing this. I’m sorry.”
I watch as she clomps away in her skates. My cock is hard as a rock, kicking myself in the ass for making a complete total ass out of myself.
After a quick shower, I change before knocking on her office door in anticipation to find out what the hell happened back there.
She doesn’t answer as I slowly open the door.
She’s sitting behind her desk, the back of her chair facing me.
It’s not hard to see she’s been crying. Her soft sobs fill the silent room.
“Hayley,” I start to say before she cuts me off.
“Mr. Miller, I’d appreciate it if we could just continue with our business as planned,” she says, wiping a stray tear from her cheek.
“You’re cleared as of today for training camp.
I wish you nothing but the best for your upcoming season and don’t expect to see you in my office again, unless otherwise advised. ”
I stand to make my way to the door but hesitate as my hand grips the handle.
I know I should just pack up and leave like she wants.
Forget about her and the fucking insane kiss we just shared in the tunnel.
Yeah, fuck that. The only place I’m going, is behind that desk to show her how serious I am about that kiss and this game we started.
I round the desk, spinning her chair to face me. Her breath hitches as her eyes lock with mine, a silent conversation being exchanged with one another.
“Brooks,” she stammers, breathless as I caress her cheeks.
“Why have you been a bitch to me this week? Give me the reason, and I’ll walk away if it’s good enough,” I say, staring into her emerald-green eyes. God, how I could get lost in them for days.
She turns away from me, dropping her chin to look at her hands, her voice in a low murmur. “Camden’s father got engaged, and the guy I was with not long ago is apparently also tying the knot—has been the entire time we were together.”
My calloused thumb rubs gently across her cheek before she tries to pull away from me. “Look at me,” I say, my tone demanding but soft.
Reluctantly her eyes meet mine, tears building on the surface.
God, she’s beautiful even when she’s upset.
Pulling her from the chair, my lips find hers.
The kiss is rough and passionate as I grip her ass, lifting her to a seated position on top of her desk.
My knee spreads her legs so I can stand between them, pulling her close to me as we both fight for dominance.
She releases a moan as my mouth moves down her jaw. Pulling down the shoulder of her crewneck sweatshirt, I kiss and suck on her clavicle. My finger teases the band of her leggings, just as her hand comes out of nowhere and smacks me.
Seriously, she slaps me.
Cocking her hand back a second time to smack me across the face, I grab her wrist. Pulling her close to me. Her breath hitches as mine fans her face, my lips mere inches from her full, plump lips.
“We can’t do this,” she stammers out as she tries to catch her breath. “I told you. This can’t ever happen between us.”
She tries to pull her wrist away as my grip slightly tightens. “You don’t need those guys in your life. You can and deserve so much better,” I mutter against her ear. “I can be a better boyfriend than them if given the chance.”
I release her wrist and turn away from her, making my way toward the door.
I glance back at a breathless Hayley still sitting on her desk as if in a daze.
Wishing I would have gone further with her but knowing that the way to win this battle is to give her time and let her come to me.
I open the door with one last glance before leaving the arena altogether.