Chapter 16 #2
Walter made the mistake of grabbing my jersey, but before I could take a swing, she had him pinned to the plexiglass.
Not by taking a swing or by threatening him with anything other than her index finger in his face, speaking to him softly, but I could tell he was paying very close attention to what she was saying.
I had to admit that I was enjoying the hell out of myself. The woman was formidable as hell.
When his face went white, I guessed she’d reached DEFCON level two. That was enough that after he tossed me a hate-filled look, he skated away like a good boy.
With a flip of her hair, she turned to face me, hands on her hips as before.
“What did you say to him?”
“Nothing that you need to hear,” she cooed.
“How is Ford?” I asked, searching the crowd for him.
“He’s fine. He’s just like you in that he was pitching a fit to get back on the ice. From what I heard, he’s in the locker room.”
While I breathed a sigh of relief, that didn’t mean the son of a bitch and his bullshit should go unpunished.
However, the coach had been right. I had the feeling the player had been told to rile the Kendrick brothers.
If we lost our cool and did something really stupid, the naysayers would come out of the woodwork.
When would the idiots learn that we could control ourselves?
Okay, most of the time.
I laughed, waved one last time to the crowd then stepped off the ice, immediately handed blade guards.
“Great job, man!” Assistant Coach Parker yelled.
I grinned while a couple of other guys patted me on the head.
“I have a surprise for you,” she said when the players began to file out toward the locker room.
“Oh, yeah? You’re moving to Portland?”
She rolled her eyes. “Hardly. What would you say about an interview with Sports Today?”
I knew of the program. There were athletes who’d give their right arms to sit down with the guys hosting the show.
“I’d ask why?”
“Well, apparently, you’re hot stuff. Now, I begged to differ but…”
She laughed, backing away when I reached for her. She even wagged the same finger at me.
“What?” I whined.
“You are merely someone I might be interviewing tonight on a little show called Sports Today.”
It took me a few seconds to realize what she’d just said. “Wait. You’re on the show?”
“I am. What do you think?”
“I think you need to follow me.”
“Oh, yeah? You’re all sweaty.” She tried to keep from laughing, even pressing her hand across her lips as fans crowded the corridor.
“I plan on continuing to be sweaty. All. Night. Long. Rock hard too. Come with me.” I had no intention of taking no for an answer, grabbing her hand and weaving through a crowd who luckily weren’t paying any attention.
Another benefit to knowing the stadium was finding little hiding places for times like this. Okay, maybe I’d purposely found a few so I could drag her away for some quick, hot sex.
I was one evil man after all.
As expected, the storage room was unlocked. With a quick snap of my head over my shoulder, I pushed her inside.
“You are crazy,” she muttered.
“You got that right.” I flicked on a light, not that I needed one. Being able to see her in the dark was a perk instead of an advantage. However, I knew she might have an issue with what I was about to do.
“So you’ll do the interview?” she asked, laughing as I walked her backward toward a set of shelves.
“I’ll consider it. But only since you’re going to be the star.”
“Very funny and what do you think you’re doing?”
“Spending time with my girl.”
“Who said I was your girl?” She gasped, her laughter filling the space when we both almost tripped over a box. “Watch yourself, Devil man. I wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself.”
“The pain would be worth it.” With her back finally pressed against the stacked boxes, I cupped her face while ensuring she couldn’t run away from me. “I’ve been a very patient man, but enough is enough. You can’t deny a growing boy his needs.”
She tilted her chin, her stare a reminder of how defiant she could be.
And how much I’d missed having her in my arms and writhing underneath me.
“What needs are those?” Her words whispered, she sent a chill straight down my spine.
“To have every inch of your naked body pressed against mine.”
“Oh, no, you don’t.” I’d be damned if she didn’t try to get away.
“Yes, I am.” When I fisted her hair, both her mouth and eyes opened wide and I took full advantage of the situation by crushing my lips over hers.
I captured the moan she allowed to erupt just before thrusting my tongue inside. There were times I was able to taste her that rattled every nerve. This was one of those moments that hit me hard, more so than before. This wasn’t about the heart growing fonder, although maybe that was true as well.
This was about a chemical need that could not be suppressed any longer.
While she was stiff at first, understandably worried our naughty tryst might be discovered, I could tell the second she felt the same pull.
Her tongue fought with mine, her hands rubbing up and down my back while tugging on my shirt.
At that point, I was thanking God she’d worn a skirt instead of her signature men’s-style trousers. Not because the pants didn’t make her look sexy as fuck or accentuate her long legs, but because I needed quick and easy access.
The kiss became almost frantic, so much so we were grunting and groaning together while our bodies undulated. The excessive heat was soon suffocating, but I’d be damned if I was going to stop or pull away for even a single deep breath.
That’s how crazed I was for her.
I swept my tongue back and forth, enjoying the taste as well as the scent of her perfume. That alone could knock me on my back, rich in hints of vanilla and citrus, a sweet yet toxic combination of musk and exotic spices that could turn me into my beast without hesitation.
When I broke the kiss, we both panted, her laughter filling the space once again.
“What do you think you’re doing?” She moaned the question this time, her eyes full of expression.
“Fucking my woman. That’s what I’m doing.”
“I don’t think so.” She nipped my chin as soon as she gritted out the words.
“Oh, yes, I do. In fact, I know what I’m going to do.” I crawled my fingers down her skirt, curling the material into them and slowly dragging them along her thighs.
“We’ll get into trouble.”
I shrugged, keeping the grin. “Do you really think I care? What are they going to do, toss us out of the arena?”
“They could. Or make you forfeit the game.” She slipped her hands under my jersey, her touch igniting a fire deep below. And within. Hell, all over me. I’d soon be engulfed in flames.
“No, they won’t. They’ll just be jealous.” I kissed her lips again before brushing mine across her jaw to her pulse.
Every time she gasped, the sound was gasoline being tossed onto the fire. I licked her throat, dragging my tongue from one side to the other. I could do this all day long except we were in a bit of a hurry.
As soon as I rolled my hand over her shoulder, I was shocked she moved hers to my breezers, the hockey pants giving her no trouble. Within seconds she had my cock freed.
There was a franticness about us, a dire need to have our desires satisfied before we went any further with anything else. I shoved the soft lace of her thong aside and slipped my hand under her bottom.
As soon as I picked her up, she placed both legs around me, her fingers wrapped around the base of my cock. The moment she rolled the tip up and down her pussy, I came close to losing it. Not only control of myself, but of my wolf.
That’s how strong of an effect she was having on me. I was more than crazed with desire, every growl magnified in the dense space.
I could tell by the look on her face how much the nefarious act was turning her on. She placed the tip of my dick against her pussy lips and the time for holding back was long past. I jutted my hips forward, pinning her with my cock.