Chapter 4 #2
I headed down the hallway, noticing most of the doors were open. While I heard a few voices somewhere in the distance, I’d seen no one else but a janitor since arriving, with the exception of the Wolfman. I’d come here first, nervous as I’d ever been in my life.
It wasn’t every day that someone picked up and started a new life across the country.
I couldn’t wait to crawl under the covers tonight. In my own bed, in my little rental house. What could be better?
As I meandered through this part of the arena, I was able to get a better feel of the team.
There was a trophy case highlighting just how good they were complete with several team photographs.
I stood in front of the locked case, admiring the group.
They all wore goofy expressions, but you could tell they were very close.
Why was it that I had a feeling being accepted would be an uphill battle?
Well, I didn’t need to prove anything to anyone but myself. I moved into a room, turning on the light. A massage table. This was where I’d be spending some time. Massaging huge, muscular bodies. Why was it that a cold shiver replaced the heated vibe from before?
I moved further into the room, running my fingers down the table. The pay wasn’t great and of course with the team basically going on summer break within a couple of months, I might need to augment my income. I’d find a way to make it all work.
Thankfully, I had some money given what I’d been able to fence while on my trip along with what I’d already had saved. However, I also couldn’t see myself doing nothing. Still at this point, the worst thing I could do was try to get a job as a physical therapist. Not for a long time.
After turning off the light, I realized I’d made my peace with being here. Now I could feel good about returning tomorrow.
I continued down the hallway, trying to remember how I’d come in. Shoot. I was a little turned around, spinning in a circle. Maybe this way. I headed down another shorter corridor, noticing a wide-open space.
As I walked in, I groaned. A locker room. Not exactly what you’d see in a school gymnasium. The lockers were much larger, blue in color, and there was a logo on the ceiling. Really? That was weird. Even the blue and gold tile was color coordinated.
How sexy.
At least no one was inside. Before I had a chance to leave, I heard a noise and my curiosity got the better of me. I moved closer, craning my neck before I rounded a corner.
And when I did, I realized instantly it was a moment I wouldn’t soon forget.
The handsome but arrogant center, the star of the Seattle Wild, a man with the moniker of the Wolfman stood front and center.
Only he wasn’t wearing any clothes. Instead, he was standing under a massive showerhead, rubbing shampoo through his hair. With his back turned to me, I was provided with a perfect view of his gluteal muscles.
His ass was… perfect.
Oh. My. God.
The man was eye candy for the soul, not an inch of fat on his six-foot five-inch body. With his legs spread apart, I was able to catch sight of…
Oh, hell, no.
A flash of heat pooled between my legs at the same time a wave rushed up from my neck to my cheeks.
Being caught up in the moment was a pleasure I hadn’t experienced in a long time, at least in a way where I could totally let myself go.
To just for a few seconds be a woman admiring a man without repercussions or the understanding of what was about to occur.
I’d chastise myself later for not reacting more quickly, but for now, I’d indulge in a sin that no one could strip away. There was a distinct electric buzz in the air even as I watched soapy lather slide ever so slowly down every inch of brawn in his body.
I could feel it on my skin and all the way into my bones.
I could almost feel the passion he exuded while the scent of a deep forest and something equally as manly lingered in my nose.
When I realized I was wishing, even willing him to turn around so I was blessed with seeing him in all his glory, his shoulders tensed and very slowly he dropped his arms.
There was no other sound, just the water swirling in the shower’s drain, but somehow, he’d sensed my presence.
As he turned around, he coddled the scrubby ball he’d used to wash his long, tall body.
And all I could think about was how very much I wished that I was that very cheap, neon blue netting so I could feel every muscle, every tendon.
And his huge… thick… cock.
Holy shit.
I sensed I’d pressed my hand over my mouth, an impulse to keep all sound from penetrating the room. But my quick thinking didn’t matter. He’d already caught me in the act of leering.
And hungering.
He was rock hard and throbbing, matching the beat of the deepest part of my core. The effect left me breathless and in awe of something so godlike, a body chiseled to perfection.
When my gaze finally lifted enough I caught his expression, all the delicious joy in catching Ford in the buff began to fade. Seeing the wry grin as if he’d caught me in a lewd act that he would use for leverage at the worst time possible, the earlier desire faded to something more tangible.
“What?” I demanded, refusing to allow my desire for the handsome man to interfere any longer.
“Isn’t that what I’m supposed to ask?” Was it possible his voice had gotten deeper?
“I don’t even know what that means.”
When he took a step closer, I was totally and completely befuddled, taking a giant step backward. He stopped short, the grin widening. Oh, this man was going to drive me crazy.
“That means you look like you’ve seen a ghost. Or perhaps you’ve never seen a real man before.” The bastard took the time to rub the flat of his hand down his sculpted chest, his breathing becoming labored as if to tell me how excited he was.
Why was I so attracted to him? Why did my blood feel as if it was boiling? I hadn’t traveled all this way against the odds only to derail my plans and my new life by falling for the antics of some hot hockey player. That wasn’t going to happen.
The man wasn’t hiding his level of excitement either. His cock was at full attention. How was I supposed to ignore a cock that could rival any dildo in my collection? He was having the time of his life, his eyes reflecting the kind of amusement only assholes could understand.
“I’ll be happy to help provide you with a demonstration. But don’t worry, Georgia. I’ll take it nice and easy on you since it’ll be your first time.” I’d be damned if the man didn’t beckon me with his fingers.
“Are you…” I couldn’t even get the words out, I was such a mess, my pulse somewhere in the stratosphere, my mouth salivating with nasty girl thoughts of tasting him.
Yet just kissing his lips would be… disastrous.
How had I managed to drop my sense of resolve and self-worth to this level so quickly?
Oh, hell, no. He was a just a boy in a man’s body. That was evidenced by his actions, what little I’d read on the team. Which hadn’t been much.
My father had provided the information about a new life I could step into without serious issue in a lovely small town where people looked out for each other. I was here to do a job and I refused to allow anyone, especially a man to derail me a second time.
The promise I’d made to myself wasn’t just about swearing off men. It had been about putting myself first.
At this point, nothing and no one, not even the most insanely gorgeous man I’d ever seen in my life was going to alter my plans for the future. Maybe I craved sex, but that’s what buying sex toys in bulk was for. Besides, he wasn’t really that cute.
Then why was my thong damp, my legs trembling? I was furious with myself, snapping my head toward his. “Carnal activity is against the rules.”
Not only did my words shock him, but they did me as well. Where in the hell had that come from? And what exactly did it mean? The easy answer was that he flustered the hell out of me when few people did.
Only I wasn’t going to admit that to anyone, especially Ford Kendrick. The Wolfman.
To keep from making a bigger fool out of myself, I spun on my heel, leaving the locker room in a hurry.
All while praying the shithead would keep his mouth shut.