The past six months have been strange, to put it mildly. Kinley and I have texted back and forth sporadically. I kept my promise and texted her a couple pictures of me holding my new nephew and she, in turn, texted me random pictures of her hiking, or just hanging out.

Once my season started, Kinley started texting me to wish me good luck before games and what she was impressed with, after. When she missed games due to work, it made me realize just how much I enjoyed her texts; they boosted my confidence.

Shortly into the season, Scott broke his leg during a game against the Wild. That took him out of the season for a while, but his rehab has been going great, and he is scheduled to return to the ice in the next week or so. Around the time he broke his leg, Becca moved down to Indy for good to be with him full-time, and I know that’s been hard on Kinley. After Becca moved, the number of texts from Kinley increased. She has been having a hard time not having her best friend around, and she’s been leaning on me, even FaceTiming with me lately.

A couple of weeks ago, Scott told me he intends to propose to Becca on New Year’s Eve, and asked for my help with getting Kinley here for his proposal. He took care of all her travel arrangements, but I’ll be picking her up from the airport and bringing her to the concert where Scott is proposing. To say I’m excited about seeing Kinley again is an understatement. She got into my head and under my skin as soon as I met her, and I haven’t looked at another woman since. I don’t know what exactly it is about her, but she has captivated me in a way I have never been before.

Brian: Ready for your flight tomorrow?

Kinley: Yep! I can’t wait to see everyone! Becca has no clue what’s going on!

Brian: Have you decided if you’ll be staying at my place or theirs?

Kinley: You’re sure you don’t mind if I stay at yours?

Brian: I wouldn’t have offered if I minded, sweetheart.

Kinley: I just figured that was your hormones talking. ; )

Brian: And I told you before, I have a guest room that you’re welcome to use, unless I can convince you to sleep in my bed. ; )

Kinley: Just full of jokes, aren’t ya?

Brian: Definitely not joking about that. You know where I stand. I want you in my arms, in my bed. Doesn’t mean we have to have sex, though I wouldn’t turn it down if you’re offering.

Kinley: No sex, we can’t go there, Brian, you know that. I don’t want anything to make our relationship change. You mean too much to me for me to lose you.

Brian: Yeah, I know. Just wanted to remind you the offer still stands.

Kinley: Well, thanks for that, and I think I will stay at your place. I don’t need to be the third wheel right after B & S get engaged. I’ll let them have an empty condo to sex it up without having to worry about being walked in on.

Brian: Sounds like a plan. I have to head out to the rink, but I’ll see you tomorrow at the airport.

Kinley: See you tomorrow!

* * *

Kinley’s flight just touched down, according to the arrival board located outside security. We had planned to just meet outside baggage claim, but I need to wrap my arms around her as soon as possible. So here I am, waiting outside of security for her. This trip, especially with her staying with me, is going to leave me with the hugest case of blue balls, and probably have me walking around with a hard-on the entire time she’s here. But if I have to keep my dick in my pants while she’s here, to prove to her that our friendship means more to me than getting her naked, then so be it.

I watch as people filter out of security, meeting up with their friends and family, just waiting until the beauty that is Kinley appears. I see her before she even notices me. Her natural beauty knocks the breath from my lungs as I take her in. Just as she clears the final security gate, she spots me and her face lights up. She runs toward me, launching herself into my arms, wrapping her legs around my waist. I pull her into me and bury my face into her neck, just breathing her in.

“God, I missed you!” I say into her neck.

“I missed you, too,” she whispers, as she leans back and rubs her hands up and down my cheeks. “I didn’t realize you were growing this out so much.”

“After no-shave November, I kind of liked it, so I just kept it. It’s grown on me.” I wink at her.

“I like it,” Kinley says, running her fingers through it some more.

“Let’s go find your bag and get out of here.” I smack her ass and as she slides down my body, there is no way she can’t feel the effect she’s having on me. I was hard before she even exited security, and from the moment she jumped into my arms, my dick hardened until it was straining against the zipper of my jeans.

We collect Kinley’s suitcase and head out to my truck. “Any chance we have time to stop at your place before heading to the arena, so I can freshen up?” she asks, after climbing into my truck.

I check the time. “As long as you can be quick. We’ll only have about thirty minutes to spare.”

“I can be quick.” She smirks.

Before pulling out of my parking spot, I shoot off a quick text to Scott, letting him know Kinley arrived and we will be at the arena at the scheduled time.

Once we arrive at my condo, I grab Kinley’s bag and we head upstairs. I set her bag in my guest room, and show her where to find extra clean towels before leaving her to freshen up.

“I’ll be out in just a few,” she calls over her shoulder as I leave the room, closing the door behind me.

I head out into my living room and turn on NHL network to catch the latest updates. Even with losing Scott for a while, we have kept up in the standings, so far, this season. We still have a lot of the season left, so anything can change at a moment’s notice.

About fifteen minutes later, Kinley emerges from my guest room, looking so fucking hot. She has on skin-tight jeans that leave nothing to the imagination, and a light purple sweater that hangs off one shoulder. The boots she’s wearing, with a bit of a heel, look damn sexy on her.

I whistle as she saunters my way, those perfect hips swaying from side to side, which earns a raised eyebrow from her. “Do I look okay?” she asks, as she looks down at what she’s got on.

“You look great,” I say, as I stand, then lean down so I can whisper directly into her ear. “I lied. You look sexy as fuck, and I’m going to be hard as a fucking rock all night.”

I watch as the blush creeps up her neck and onto her cheeks. “Behave yourself,” she chides.

I grab her hand and lace our fingers together, pulling us toward the door. If I don’t get us out of here, I don’t know if I can keep my hands off her much longer.

“Need anything else before we leave?”

“I’ve got everything I need. Let’s go!”

We arrive at the arena for the concert and head toward the backstage area, where the private concert is being held and where Scott is proposing. The plan is for Kinley and I to come in after the private concert starts, so that Becca doesn’t see her before the proposal. I can tell it’s killing Kinley to not rush into the room and swarm Becca, but she also doesn’t want to ruin Scott’s surprise.

We slip into the room just as Florida Georgia Line starts the first song of their set, and stay back along the wall, where we're out of sight. I can see Becca and Scott up near the front, and since everyone else in the room knows what’s about to happen, they will all move and allow us to move forward when the time comes.

The band finishes a few songs, and then pauses to say a few words before they sing their final song. As soon as the song ends, I see Scott spin Becca and know it’s go time. The other guys from our team, that are in here with us, start whistling and cat-calling at Scott’s PDA. I nudge Kinley forward as I see Scott drop to his knee.

As soon as Becca tells Scott yes, the cheers go up in the room. Kinley is screaming her head off, and it’s then that Becca notices her. Becca pulls Kinley in for a hug immediately.

“Oh my God, when did you get here? You knew this was happening, didn’t you?” Becca says to Kinley.

“I arrived this afternoon. Brian picked me up, and we got here just as they started to sing. Scott didn’t want you to see me before he proposed. He thought you might get suspicious that something was going on if you saw me before. But enough about me…let me see that ring, girl!” Kinley squeals at Becca. “I can’t believe you’re engaged!”

After the excitement settles down, we all make our way up to the suite, where we’ll be watching the actual concert. With it being New Year’s Eve, I have plans to get my lips on Kinley at midnight.