Chapter 23
MAC
The puck comes my way again, and I tap it to Deever, a third-year player who’s the size of a tank. He passes back to Stiles as I skate behind the crease and narrowly miss slamming into the boards. Maybe Fee is more than just my girlfriend, maybe she’s my muse too.
There’s a skirmish to the right of the net, sticks smacking the ice as Tilton fights to maintain control of the puck.
It ricochets back and forth, ping-ponging in my direction.
I knock it away from Windsor’s center, putting it back in Lovett’s capable hands.
But I lose my footing this time and miss my chance to be part of the action as Lovett passes it to Stiles, who tips it into the net.
We got the goal, but I wasn’t as helpful as I wanted to be.
Back in the locker room everyone is cheering on Lovett and Stiles.
I get it. They’re magic on the ice and the scouts are all over them this season.
It’s not a question of whether they’ll be picked up by a team, it’s which team will score them.
My stats are better than they were a month ago, but I worry they won’t be where I need them to be by the end of the season.
“You all right, man?” Lovett asks as we strip out of our gear.
“Yeah, just up in my head about my game play,” I admit.
“You’re playing cleaner, man. I know you probably don’t see it right now, but there’s a difference, and you kept the puck away from the other team, and that allowed Stiles to score another goal, so it’s still a win.”
“Yeah, you’re right.” But it’s a win for Stiles, and I need a few of my own.
I’ve put my name in for summer programs in Sweden and Germany this summer, but I also applied for the Hockey Academy.
My current stats might get me a spot overseas, but I don’t know about locally, or if the pros will call me up when I graduate at the end of the year.
Before, any of those options would have been good, but now that Fee and I are dating, I’d rather stay closer to home.
It’s late by the time we return to the hotel.
“You guys hungry? Want to see what they have on the late-night menu?” Gage asks once we’ve dropped our stuff in our rooms.
“I could eat,” Brody replies.
“Same.”
I have new messages from Fee, asking how the game went. “I’ll meet you down there. I just want to touch base with Fee.”
“I’ll message before I come back up if you’re longer than a few minutes,” Brody calls over his shoulder.
Mac
We won, but I didn’t score any goals.
Fee
If I was there with you, I’d help you score some goals.
In the bedroom.
JK
Actually I take it back. I’d absolutely try to take your mind off things and make you feel better if you were here.
Mac
Tell me more…
Fee
Well, first I’d cuddle you and kiss you and tell you how amazing you are.
And I’d be wearing your T-shirt while I did that.
Mac
What else would you be wearing?
Fee
My favorite Tilton panties.
Mac
What style are they?
Fee
Cheekies.
Mac
Any pants?
Fee
Maybe just my Tilton sleep shorts.
Mac
I like that. What about your toes? Wouldn’t they be cold?
Fee
Should I be wearing socks, too?
Mac
It’s winter. Nothing sucks worse than cold toes and fingers.
Fee
I love that even when we’re sexting you’re worried about my comfort.
Mac
Is that what we’re doing? Sex-ting?
Fee
I think so.
A picture of Fee lying on her bed, wearing my T-shirt, the hem hiked up enough to reveal the bottom of her sleep shorts, and a pair of sports socks pops up.
Mac
OMFGSKJHDSJKHGAJDGDJHGF.
Please wear this always when we’re alone.
You are literally my wet dream right now.
Fee
It’s because of the socks, isn’t it?
Mac
It’s the whole fucking thing. It’s you in my shirt wearing shorts and socks and looking so damn sexy.
Can I call you?
Fee
Of course.
She answers halfway through the first ring.
“You have no idea how much I wish I was in Toronto right now.”
“What would you do if you were?” Fee’s soft, sultry voice does unholy things to me.
“I’d be in your bedroom, that’s for damn sure.”
“Would you have me under you again?”
“Fuck yeah. I’d be making you come again without even touching you.”
She sighs. “I can’t stop thinking about how good it felt, or how much I loved waking up in your arms.”
“Me, too.” My cock kicks behind my fly. “Except this time I’d make you come with my fingers.”
“Oh God, yes, please,” she groans.
“I’d take my time, wouldn’t I?”
“You’d tease me,” she laments.
“Mm. I’d savor, there’s a difference,” I murmur. “I’d slip my fingers inside your sleep shorts and swallow down your sexy little whimpers while I find out how soft you are.”
“Mac.”
“That’s how I want you to say my name all the time.”
“Oh God. I wish you were here so you could touch me.”
“When I get home and it’s just us, I’ll take care of you,” I promise.
“Tomorrow feels like forever from now,” she whispers.
I swallow down my nerves. “What if you didn’t have to wait until tomorrow? What if I talked you through it right now? Would you make yourself feel good for me?”
She sucks in a sharp breath. “Only if you’ll do the same.”
“Already working on it.” I pop the button on my dress pants and slide my hand inside my boxer briefs, fisting my cock. “Where’s your hand right now, Ophelia?”
“Inside my panties,” she replies.
“Good. Tell me how you feel. Are you soft and wet, sweetheart?”
“Yes, I-I’m wet,” she stammers. “Are you hard?”
“Rock fucking solid picturing your fingers between your gorgeous thighs. I can’t wait until it’s my fingers filling you up,” I admit.
She sucks in a breath. “Fuck, Mac.”
“You make the prettiest sounds when you’re just about to come.” I increase my pace on a low growl.
“I love that. I love it when you groan like that,” Fee pants.
“When I get home, I want you to spend the night with me so I can be the one making you feel good.”
“Me, too, so badly,” she whimpers. “Mac, I think…I-I-I’m getting close.”
“What do you need to get there? How many fingers are you using?”
“Two,” she pants.
“Oh, sweetheart,” I tsk. “Yours are so delicate, add another one for me.”
“O-okay.” She makes a keening sound.
“Is it better?” I cajole. “Are you fuller?”
“Uh-huh. But I know it’ll be better when it’s you.”
“I’ll fingerfuck you until you’re creaming in my hand.”
“Oh God. That’s…” She comes, moaning my name and I can envision her shuddering, knees clamped together, bottom lip caught between her teeth.
I follow right after, her name tumbling roughly from my lips.
Our labored breathing slowly settles.
“Hi,” Fee whispers shyly.
“Hey.” I’m sated and relaxed. “Feel better now?”
“So much better,” she sighs.
“Good. Me, too. But I wish you were here so I could snuggle you to sleep.”
“It’s a date when you get home?” she asks hopefully.
“Absolutely.”