HIS PREGNANT BRIDE
Chapter one
Josie was in the stands and she saw her favorite player doing what he always did. He was cool, as a cucumber and moved on that ice like that of somebody that was born with a stick in his hand. She believed herself to be the loudest of them all. She found herself against the glass pounding on it with her fist and yelling for blood.
To those that saw her on the outside world would swear that she was not capable of the profanity that was coming from her mouth. She looked innocent and had the 5’2 frame to give that impression. She had a little bit more curves than the average woman. She never shied away from being who she was and never allowed any bully to get the upper hand growing up. She was tenacious and she was taught by her parents to be independent and self sure. She’d always had weight issues, but she believed that what was on the inside was a whole lot better than what was on the outside.
“Josie, you are embarrassing me. I should’ve realized that you had an ulterior motive for coming with me to one of these games. You’ve never been one to take a more docile role.” Jackson was her best friend. They may have been an item for about 5 minutes, but that had turned into a real and lasting friendship. There were times that they turned to each other physically, but those times were rare and fleeting. “Stop doing that, or they’re going to come over here and tell us to leave.” Jackson had never seen this side of his friend. She was bloodthirsty and calling the referee every name in the book.
“I don’t care and it’s not fair that they should treat him like that. He’s only doing what the team needs him to do.” She was always a closet hockey fan, until that one day that her father took her to a game a couple of months ago. When she saw Payton, she couldn’t believe that he was really here in her hometown. She had no idea that she would see him after all these years. He was the product of her fantasy life from the moment that he had entered into the amateur ranks. Unbeknownst to her father and her friends, she had become smitten in a way that didn’t seem possible. Any time that she saw somebody that remotely looked like him; she would make it a point to sidle up and begin a flirtation that would end promptly with both of them naked and sweaty in the sheets.
“I don’t know why you are getting, so hot under the collar. It’s not like you can change anything by screaming and yelling at the referee. They have a thicker skin than that. They have to with fans that are diehard like you.” Jackson had always known that his friend was into hockey, but he was starting to realize that it wasn’t the sport that had garnered her attention. This one player had gotten underneath her skin and maybe there was something that he could do about that. “If you settle down for the rest of the game, I might be able to get you into an after party.”
Josie turned to Jackson to make sure that he was telling the truth and not just telling her something to get her to quiet down. “You better not be joking with me, Jackson. I would do practically anything to meet him in person.” The notches on her belt consisted of those that had similar qualities that Payton had. The same dirty blond hair and charismatic eye, not to mention the kind of body that she would gladly expose one piece at a time with first her eyes and then her hands was hard to resist.
“I have my ways and let’s just say that being a part of a radio station has its perks. If I knew that you were this much into hockey, I probably would have gotten you tickets long before now. I can’t lie to you, Josie. I’ve known that you’ve been interested in hockey for some time. I came down the stairs one night after we had just had one of the best marathon sex sessions and found you glued to the screen. You didn’t even know that I was there and I don’t think that you blinked the entire time that the game was on. I was going to confront you, but I thought that it was something private that you wanted to keep to yourself.” He saw the look of pure lust in Josie’s eyes and her body was literally jumping up and down with enthusiasm.
Josie had on a jersey from the San Jose sharks with Payton’s number scrawled on the back. It hung on her body loosely, but she had tied it at the waist to make it look more provocative. There was even one time that Payton went by the glass and she could swear that he had his eye on her. It could’ve been just wishful thinking. She believed in her heart that one day they would find their way into each other’s arms.
“I hope that you don’t disappoint me, Jackson.” If Jackson had taken a close look at Payton, he would have realized that the only reason why Josie had given him those 5 minutes was because of his familiar look. The only big difference was that Jackson was maybe 150 pounds, where Payton was wearing his 220 pound frame like that of the bruiser that he was supposed to be on the ice. “I will never forgive you, if you tease me like this and then leave me wanting.” She went back to watching the game, having no idea that Payton had indeed saw her in more than a friendly way.