Chapter 20
CHAPTER
TWENTY
AIDEN
Aiden:
Send me a nude.
Ari:
Tell me about my engagement ring.
Aiden:
Come on. I need motivation for the game tonight.
Ari:
An eye for an eye.
Aiden:
How about a nude for a nude? Sounds more fun.
Ari:
Absolutely not.
Aiden:
Yes.
My teammates are busy getting dressed for the game. The tension is high tonight because we can use tonight’s win to secure our spot in the championship run. If we win tonight, we qualify for the Iced Eight.
Championship season is always my favorite time of the year.
Players lose most of their inhibitions by the time we get to the end of March, and the rink becomes a reaper’s playground.
Opponents are more willing to fight, and blood is more likely to be spilled.
Everything is on the line. Especially for the seniors.
For some of these players, myself included, this will be our last season. Sure, I could go pro; every guy on the team could. Enough agents have reached out to try to sign me and get me to declare for the draft, which I may have considered if Brodie hadn’t died.
The Order will not wait.
Ari:
I’m in the stands already.
Aiden:
Spread your legs and take a pic. I know you are wearing some skimpy fucking dress.
Aiden:
Matter of fact, sit that way the entire game. So I can look up from the ice and have a nice view.
Ari:
You make me want to stab you.
Aiden:
You know just the things to say to make me hard, little venom.
Ari:
Aiden:
Send it.
“Ready to go tonight, Cap?” Reese shoulders up next to me.
“If I can send someone home in a body bag tonight, I will count it as a success.” I smirk at Reese as I say it. Oh, if only he knew how true that was.
Reese rubs his hands together. “Excellent. When we get to the championship game, I want to see you let loose on Cartwright.” His sadistic laugh fills the air as he shuts his locker and heads out to line up.
Dylan Cartwright. The Cartwright heir and Jameson’s nephew played for the opposing team. Bishop U was our archrival. They played just as dirty and rough as we did, so the games were literal bloodbaths. My favorite kind.
My phone buzzes.
Ari:
How’s this?
Ari:
*Attached Image*
Fuck. Me. Up.
She did it. And it is better than anything I ever imagined. Her legs spread, sans underwear, and a gold chain with a few charms wrapped around her thigh reflects on the screen. Never has a photo been more erotic.
The groan I let out has some of my teammates glancing my way, and I wave them off.
Ari’s photo has me wishing I could rub one out before the game starts, but coach would kill me if I was late out onto the ice. I respond so that she knows I saw it.
Aiden:
Good girl.
With a quick save and an update to my lock screen, I know what I’ll be jerking off to for the next few days.
I watch the text send before storing my phone, grabbing my favorite stick, and heading out.
This is about to be a great night.
Blood sprays across the clean ice, dripping from my opponent’s nose as I slam him into the boards.
The reverb of his body hitting the plexiglass sounds throughout the area, and the crowd cheers.
It’s always loudest on senior night, especially since we have all collectively decided to fuck the rules.
I don’t normally bother with fighting, but with this being potentially our last hurrah, I want to go out with a bang.
The guy across from me throws his helmet onto the ice and flicks his gloves off.
Copying him, I throw my gear off me and charge toward him, pushing him back up against the glass.
Swinging my arm back, I channel my anger and let loose on his face.
Sweat drips into my eyes, but I don’t relent.
Harris, I think, or maybe it was Hank. I couldn’t be bothered to remember his name, but he finds an opening and pounds his fist into my stomach.
I curl into myself for a brief second, but the loud chants of the fans fuel me as I spring forward, tearing into the man in front of me.
Adrenaline pumping through my veins makes me vicious. A feral edge takes over me as I inhale the screams around me. Each blow sprays more blood into my face, and I have Harris on the ground before my teammates can pull me off him.
The ref blows the whistle, signaling a penalty.
Five minutes in the box for all the blood, but the temporary high I got from kicking this guy’s ass on the ice is what will energize me for the rest of the game.
Reese skates over to me and hands me my gloves, helmet, and stick, giving me a smug look since he won the pool that there would be blood spilled in the third period. “Thanks, asshole, appreciate it.”
As he skates away, I get comfortable. With a five-minute penalty, I could be here a while due to game stoppages and media breaks.
Looking around the arena, it doesn’t take me long to spot Ari in the stands.
She’s a few rows back, almost directly across from me.
Her dark brown hair is pulled up in a messy bun with pieces framing her face.
And a stunning silver dress that shows off her cleavage.
Pink lips and a slight frown on her face make her look absolutely edible.
If I weren’t shut in here, not even the boards could stop me from kissing her right now.
Just the thought of her lips on mine makes my cock start to harden, which is not as fun when wearing a cup. All I know is that if I have to be horny thinking about her body pressed up against mine, then she needs to be as well.
I give her a nod to signal that I’m okay, and she releases a visible breath.
My little venom. Doesn’t she know she shouldn’t worry about me?
Making sure her eyes are still on me, I grab my stick and lean my head against it to disguise what I’m about to do.
Looking into her blue eyes, I run my tongue along the side of the stick until my mouth covers the butt end.
In an overly obscene display, I tongue the top a little, flick it like it’s her clit instead of this dirty tape.
God damn, I knew I saved this stick for a reason.
Ari’s blush is prominent even from here.
I can see her eyes widen and her mouth open in an O shape.
Yeah, baby, my cock would fit in there nicely.
Smirking at her, I lick my lips as she mouths the words ‘fuck you.’ I taunt her with a nice ‘you wish’ before I focus back on the game.
Donning my gloves and helmet, I see we haven’t given up any points during the power play.
If the first line can keep the other team out of our net, we will be set for the rest of the game.
Counting down the seconds, I home in on my target.
Harris has the puck as I’m released, and I charge for him.
Slamming him against the boards for the third time tonight, I take possession of the puck and make a breakaway for the other team’s net.
It’s just me and the goalie. Faking like I’m taking my shot—left, right, back to left—I sink the puck into the net behind the goalie at the final buzzer.
My teammates surround me, and the celebrations begin.
The air around us is electric with the fans screaming and stomping.
Everything feels like it’s vibrating as we skate to our bench. Iced Eight, here we fucking come.
I find Ari in her spot and kiss my stick and then throw her a wink before we form a line to shake these losers’ hands.
When Harris skates up to me, I visibly spit in my hand before squeezing his.
Harris mutters something under his breath about being a douche, but I can’t be fucked to care about him anymore.
The locker room is mayhem with bottles being popped and champagne spilling everywhere. We may be in college, but even the people in charge know who’s really running the school, and The Order balls out for hockey.
Taking a bottle from Reese, I let the cool liquid flow down my throat.
The only thing that would taste better right now would be if I were sipping this bubbly straight from Ari’s pussy.
Lifting another bottle in the air, Reese chugs before loudly pronouncing that if I don’t fight in the first period of the playoffs, he’ll double everyone’s money.
I roll my eyes as I finish off the champagne.
With the way the schedule worked this year, we have a small break before the championship run.
Enough of a break that my family planned a bridal shower for Ari next weekend.
Thinking about playing family politics is almost enough to make me open up another bottle, but I need to be clear-headed for my plans.
Grabbing my phone, I shoot off a text to Ari.
Aiden:
Wait for me in the pavilion.
Ari:
I’m already outside heading to my car.
Aiden:
Ok. Wait for me outside.
Ari:
Why?
Aiden:
Because I said so.
Aiden:
Don’t fight me, Ari.
Ari:
What if I want to fight you?
This woman knows just how to press my buttons.
Aiden:
Ari, all you have to do is ask.
If my teammates weren’t used to seeing me in a constant state of arousal, I might be a little more worried than I am. But luckily, I still have my boxers on. A modicum of decency or some shit.
Ari:
Ok, I’m asking.
Aiden:
You are playing with fire.
Ari:
Good, I want to be burned.
Ari:
I’ll wait around the corner near the visitor’s bus.
Aiden:
See you soon.
Lifting my boxers away from my body, I snap a quick picture and send it to her. There, that ought to warm her up. It’s a little chilly out tonight, so I’m only thinking of her comfort. I grab my shower supplies and rinse off before going to meet my girl. If Ari wants the beast, she’s got him now.