Trenton
“Hey, Warden. What are you reading over there?”
I glance two rows ahead of me. “My girl’s book.”
McKinley waggles his eyebrows. “I heard your girl writes porn.”
“We watch it; women read it. It’s all the same in the end.”
Krum turns around in his seat to join the conversation. “What’s that one about?”
I stick my bookmark inside and turn the cover to face them. “A woman gets into a car accident and wakes up two weeks later, not knowing who pulled her out of the wreck. She has amnesia and can’t remember anything about her life before the accident, including her boyfriend.”
“Damn, that sucks.” McKinley smacks Stamos on the shoulder. “Imagine your wife waking up and not remembering who you are?”
Stamos grunts. “I’d make her fall in love with me all over again.”
“Or I’d sneak in and convince her to be with me instead.”
Stamos punches him in the arm. “You fucking wish.”
McKinley returns his attention to me. “Is her writing any good?”
“Fuck yeah, it’s good.” Pride swells in my chest. “I haven’t been able to put this book down.”
I’ve never really been much of a reader. I read for school when I had to, but books haven’t been able to hold my attention as an adult. I don’t know if it’s because I know Cassidy wrote this, or if it’s just that good, but I’m into this story.
“Writing is her passion. She was having a bit of writer’s block since her ex cheated on her, but lately she’s found her groove again and she’s working on a new book.”
“Yeah, I bet she found her groove.” McKinley shoots me a wink. “You showed her who the warden of that pussy is.”
We all groan and Stamos slams his fist into his shoulder.
“Ow, would you stop hitting me?”
“Then stop saying stupid shit.”
“I want to read a sex scene.” McKinley reaches across the aisle and holds out his hand. “Let me see.”
I flip to the last intimate scene I read, and pass the book to him. I watch as his eyes skim over the page, his eyebrows jumping every now and again.
“Shit, your girl is freaky, Warden.”
“Mac, read it out loud,” Krum calls out.
McKinley clears his throat. “Get on the bed and let me look at you. I do as he commands and he hums his approval. This pussy is mine, do you hear me? I nod, and he slips a finger inside me while his thumb draws idle circles around my clit. My hips rock against his hand, chasing the orgasm I so desperately need. You’re so wet, he whispers in my ear.
But I’m not going to let you come on my fingers.
He slips out of me and coats his cock in my arousal, pumping himself in hard strokes.
I want you to come all over my cock as you scream my name.
Understand? I nod as I whimper, unable to form words because of how turned on I am.
” McKinley’s eyes flick to mine as he lets the book drop into his lap. “Well, now I have a boner.”
Stamos punches his arm again. “Get the fuck away from me.”
“Hell, no. I have to see how this scene ends. I’m invested now.”
The bus is pin drop silent as McKinley continues reading, not one of us lifting our eyes to look at each other.
After the chapter ends, McKinley passes me the book and turns around to sit back against his seat.
Stamos howls with laughter. “Holy shit, Warden. Your girl just rendered Mac speechless. Hell must be freezing over.”
“Fuck you.” McKinley adjusts the seat of his pants. “That shit was hot.”
Stamos turns back to me. “I’d read one of Cassidy’s books. My wife is always telling me about the books she reads.”
“We should start a book club,” Krum says. “We’re always bored when we’re on the road.”
My eyebrows hit my hairline. “That’s a great idea. She’d love that.”
“When Stams’ wife started her catering business, we hired her for all our events. And when Sully’s girl was making handbags, we got her name out there too.” Krum lifts his chin. “Our family sticks together.”
Family. The word leaves a bad taste in my mouth. I thought my old team was my family. I thought we were going to be friends for the rest of our lives. Look how that turned out.
“Hey.” Krum locks his dark eyes with mine. “We’re family now. None of that bullshit with your old team happens with us. You got me?”
I give him a tight nod. My doubt must’ve been written all over my face. He’s right though. What happened back in Seattle really sucked, but that’s not how most friends operate. Just because Petroski betrayed my friendship doesn’t mean these guys will.
My mind wanders to Cassidy.
Maybe the same can be said for her.
I slip my phone out of my pocket and type out a text to her.
Me: You just gave my entire team a boner.
Cassidy: What?!
Me: Mac just read one of your sex scenes out loud on the bus.
Cassidy: Why is he reading my book?
Me: They asked what I was reading. I showed them.
Me: They want to read your books now. I think you have a whole new fanbase.
Cassidy: That would be epic. Hockey players reading romance books.
Me: I’m thinking we could hook up Aarya with Krum.
Cassidy: Oooo yes. The quiet broody ones are always hot.
Me: You sure you don’t want me to set him up with you?
Cassidy: Do you think he’d be into me?
Me: Watch it, Quinn.
Cassidy: Or what?
Me: Or I’m going to have to teach you a lesson and remind you who you belong to.
Cassidy: I might like that.
Me: You would.
Me: For the record, you can’t have any of my teammates.
Cassidy: For the record, I don’t want any of them.
Cassidy: Your ex was a fool for letting you go.
Warmth seeps into my chest, spreading out to my arms and legs, blanketing me in comfort.
I tap out one last text before putting my phone back in my pocket.
Me: I miss you.
After securing a win against Boston, the team is like a herd of pent-up bulls in Krum’s hotel room.
McKinley whines. “But we won. It’s not fair that we don’t get to celebrate.”
“You know what this town is like after they lose.” Stamos passes him a shot glass. “We can’t risk getting into any trouble.”
Krum nods in agreement. “We’ll celebrate once we get back. Our city will be waiting for us.”
When each of us holds a glass of Fireball, we clink them together and toss them back.
I grimace as the liquid burns my throat. “Fuck, I hate shots.”
“That’s because you’re an old man,” McKinley says.
I glare at him. “Just wait until you’re the veteran on the team, and you have some prick without a Stanley Cup under his belt calling you old.”
Stamos and Krum howl.
“Oh, shit.” McKinley claps his hands. “That was good. You got me there. I bow down to the king.”
“Man, that game was epic.” Stamos shakes his head as he recalls my championship win. “I watched Panettiere shoot that biscuit at you and I swore it was going in, but you stopped it. Never seen a save like that before.”
Krum grunts. “Your reaction time is quick as fuck.”
I glance down at the empty shot glass, not sure how to handle the unexpected praise from my teammates. “Winning the cup was a dream I’ve had since I was a kid. I’m just glad my mother was still around to see it happen.”
Even if it was from a hospital bed.
“Good for you, man.” Krum pats my shoulder. “Not all of us are that lucky. I lost my mom a couple of years ago.”
“Fuck, enough of this morbid bullshit.” McKinley pours himself another shot. “What’s your drink of choice, Warden?”
“I just like a cold beer after a game.”
“I can get behind that.” Stamos rises from the bed and digs into the fully-stocked mini-fridge, pulling out two bottles. “Hope you don’t mind Corona.”
“I’ll take whatever you got. Thanks.”
We talk about tonight’s game, and one beer turns into two.
Then my phone buzzes in my pocket.
Cassidy: I was going to send you another video, but then I thought...
Cassidy: Why not make my own video instead.
A video comes through, and I make sure to turn down my volume before clicking play.
Cassidy’s legs fill the screen as she situates the camera at a particular angle. It looks like she’s in bed, and it takes a moment for me to register what she’s doing.
Until her hand slips underneath her black panties and I realize what’s happening.
Holy fucking shit.
I pause the video and lock my screen, facing it down on my leg. My eyes dart around the room, but the guys are in the middle of a heated debate about beer brands. I lift the phone and type out a quick text.
Me: Are you trying to kill me, woman?
Cassidy: I’m waiting for you to call me, but I won’t wait all night.
Cassidy: I can only tease myself for so long.
Me: Give me five minutes.
I slip my phone into my pocket and stand with my empty beer bottle in my hand.
“I’m going to call it a night, guys.”
McKinley protests like I knew he would. “Already? But it’s early. Come on, old man.”
Stamos smirks like he knows my secret. “Your girl just texted you, didn’t she?”
I fight to hide my grin. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Krum shakes his head, but he’s smiling. “Go have fun.”
McKinley’s head whips around. “Wait, what’s going on? Why are you all speaking in code?”
I shoot him a wink. “That’s the good thing about being older: You’re wiser too.”
The guys hoot and holler as I dart out of the room. I all but break into a full sprint down the hallway.
As soon as I lock the door behind me, I press Cassidy’s name to FaceTime her.
Her beautiful face fills the screen and I can only make out her bare shoulders and collar bone in the frame, her hair fanned out on her pillow. “That was fast.”
“Had to get to my girl.”
She lets out a small moan. “I miss you.”
I kick out of my sneakers and yank off my pants, leaving them at the foot of the bed. “God, I miss you. I wish I could be there right now.”
She flips the camera to show me what she’s doing. Her panties are pushed down around her knees and her fingers slide over her clit as her hips rock in a slow rhythm.
I prop myself against the headboard of the bed and free myself from my boxers to join Cassidy as she touches herself.
“I’m imagining you’re here,” she says. “Touching me. Sliding your fingers over me. Making me feel good.”
I groan as I fist my cock. “I’d make you feel so good. Show me how wet you are.”
She lifts her fingers, and they glisten in the dim lighting of her bedroom. “Are you hard, Trent?”
“Of course, I am.” I flip my camera. “Look at what you do to me, baby.”
She moans again. “I can’t wait to feel your cock inside me. I want to fuck you when you get back.”
“How do you want it, Cassidy? Do you want me on top, fucking you into the mattress, pinning your wrists above your head with your legs pressed up into your chest? Or do you want to ride me and bounce on my cock so I can watch those pretty tits move?” I pump myself in quick strokes, the thought alone bringing me closer to my release.
“Or maybe you want me to fuck you from behind so I can spank your ass while I watch your pussy swallow me whole.”
“Oh god, Trent. All of it. I want all of it.” Cassidy’s fingers move faster as her knees fall open. “I just want it with you.”
Possession rips through me. “I’ll give you anything you want, Cassidy. You’re mine, and I’m going to make you feel so good.”
“Yes, Trent. Yours.”
Cassidy cries out, and I let go so we can come together. I watch as the orgasm rolls through her body, wishing I could be there to feel her, to taste her, to hear her panting in my ear.
She sighs as she relaxes, rolling onto her side and flipping the camera back to her face.
I grin. “I love the way you look after you come.”
Hair a mess, flushed cheeks, a sated smile.
Until she pouts. “You’re not here for post-orgasm snuggles.”
“I’ll make it up to you tomorrow, beautiful.”
Tomorrow can’t come fast enough.