Eighteen

Max

“One more period and we get to go fucking home,” Matthew says from across from me as we sit in the locker room between periods.. We’ve been on the road for six days. The only ones really enjoying this are the rookies.

“We need this win,” Phil says from beside me. “We took a beating in Tampa. We can’t lose to Columbus.”

“You need to stay out of the penalty box.” Matthew looks at me and my eyes glare at him. “Calm down, I know you were protecting Luka, but that’s what they want.”

“Okay, so next time I’ll let them poke check him till the puck goes in and smashes his leg. Got it, Captain.” I salute him and get up. Okay, so maybe I’m on edge also. I can’t wait to get home and just be fucking normal. This whole sneaking around bullshit is too much. Yesterday we were almost caught dry humping in her room when her brother came knocking. We can’t even have a private conversation without someone coming in to ask questions. I grab my gloves and go into the hallway on the way to the ice when I see her standing there, leaning against the wall as she types something on her phone. “Hey.”

She smiles, looks around, and then says, “Hey there, pretty boy. You okay?” she asks, seeing something on my face.

“I’m just tired, angel.” I haven’t had a good night’s sleep since we got here. I would fall asleep in her room and then have to sneak back to mine like I’m James fucking Bond.

She looks behind me and then behind her. “How about I stay over at your house tonight?” She crosses her arms over her chest. “Would that perk you up?”

“It’s a start.” And I’m about to touch her when I hear my teammates behind me, so I smile and walk off.

The third period we are on a roll. It’s like we can taste the finish line. Matthew, Phil, and I score one goal each in the first four minutes. I jump back on the ice for what will most likely be my last shift of the game when the goon on the other team cross checks me from the back, making me go flying on my face. Matthew is the first one to grab the guy in a chokehold. I shake my head and look down, seeing blood on the ice. I get up and go straight into the back room, as the doctor is there to put gloves on and the nurse almost closes the door in Allison’s face when I speak up.

“Leave the door open, it’s small in here.” It’s a fucking broom closet.

The doctor checks the gash under my chin. “I think we can glue this one,” he says and I look up at Allison.

“It’s a cut,” I say loudly, pretending to look at the doctor, but in fact, I’m saying it so Allison can know. I’m finished by the time the guys walk into the room. I’m showered before everyone else, grabbing my bag, and walking out of the room. I see Allison at the end in a small office closing up her stuff. Looking around to make sure no one is around, I go in, closing the door behind. “Come here, angel,” I tell her, standing with my back against the door.

She comes to me. As she stands in front of me, her hand goes to my chin and she touches where the cut is.

“Angel, I’m fine.” I put my bag down, grabbing her face, bringing my face down, and kissing her lips. Her breath hitches, giving me just the space I need to claim her tongue with mine. The minute her tongue slides with mine my cock wakes up. Fuck, I’m lying. The minute I see her he gets up. It’s like he’s singing ‘mine, mine, mine.’

My hands get lost in her hair as she presses herself to me, both of us forgetting where we are when we hear the guys walking down the hall.

She pulls away. “Two hours.” She rubs her hands on my chest. She finally pushes away from me and I stand up, opening the door, and seeing Matthew coming out of the room looking down. I wait at the door as he stops here also.

“Is your boyfriend picking you up?” he asks and Allison smiles.

“As if I would make him come to that ambush. Nope, Max is taking me home.”

“I can drive you home,” Matthew pipes in and I know he’s full of shit. He’s dying to get back to Karrie.

“Isn’t Karrie waiting for you?” Allison asks, putting her bag over her shoulder and picking up her luggage.

“Fine, but you.” He points at me. “You see this fucking clown I want a picture and I would be okay if you roughed him up a bit.”

I shake my head and laugh at him.

“I mean, not like punches, but tell him I’m scary and shit.”

“Yeah, you’re so scary. I still have pictures of you with eye shadow,” Allison says, walking out before us. “Green is not your color.”

“I can’t say no to my girls.” He shrugs his shoulders.

The bus ride is quiet with everyone doing their own thing and the plane ride is even worse. Many of the guys nod out while I watch, I don’t even know what I’m watching. I can’t concentrate on anything with Allison sitting next to me, her head falling on my shoulder.

When we all make it off the plane we walk to the car, getting in without a word. I pull off as a couple of cars follow me, but I still reach over, grabbing her hand, and she leans in a bit.

“I need to shower before I come to bed,” she says, walking into the bedroom, dropping her bag in the corner.

I pick it up and bring it into my closet, placing it in the middle of the room. She follows me, opens her bag, grabs her stuff, and then walks to the bathroom. The need to follow her is like trying to catch my next breath. But she’s nothing if not someone who needs to be respected and cherished, even if my balls have turned a shade of blue and I’m pretty sure I’ve gotten two more calluses from jerking off so much. I wait for her in the bed. I flip through the channels, stopping on the highlights from last night’s game.

She walks out of the bathroom, her hair tied again on the top of her head, and she wears booty shorts and a gray T-shirt. It’s nothing sexy, no lace, no silk, no garters, yet it’s the sexiest thing I have ever seen. She places her knee on the bed and then crawls over to me. She sits on me, her pussy right over my cock, which is ready to start this party. She leans in and kisses me. This time I let her take what she needs.

“So this is going to be really awkward, but I need to tell you something,” she says, using her finger to trace some of the ink on my shoulder.

“Awkward I can do,” I say, trying to ease her. “What’s the matter?” I have to be honest I thought she was going to tell me she got her period. The last thing I expected was what she said.

“So I’m a virgin.” She throws her hands up. “I mean, I’ve done stuff, lots of stuff.”

“Not interested in hearing about the stuff you did with other men, angel, when you’re sitting on my cock,” I counter.

She rolls her eyes. “You are aware that there is a website out there that rates all athletes in the sex area, right?”

I look at her. “What?”

“So say we have sex. I can go onto this website and tell them about my experience and rate you.”

I’m shocked. I mean, I knew that puck bunnies all stood together and they all spoke, but to have a website. “Did you read them?” I ask her and she looks down.

“I did and then I couldn’t take it, so I blocked the site so I wouldn’t be tempted to go back.” She looks up. “You’re very well rated.”

“Again not interested in talking about sex with other people,” I tell her, about to toss her off of me.

“Well, since we are dating I thought you would like to know I’m not as experienced as you are.” And that is the last thing she says before I flip her off of me and put her under me.

“You’re untouched,” I tell her, looking into her eyes as she rolls them. “It’s not like I didn’t have the opportunity. It just never felt—”

I don’t let her finish. I just crush my lips on hers, and her legs wrap around my waist, where she locks her ankles at my back.

“I don’t deserve you,” I tell her in between breathing and kissing her. “I deserve nothing that you are giving me.”

She lets my lips go as well as my waist as she says, “You deserve everything.”

“I will never force you to do anything you don’t want to do,” I say as she rubs her finger on my lips.

“You can try, but I’d pretty much kick you in the balls and then cut them off.” She laughs, trying to make a joke out of it. “Max. I have never been one to be persuaded into doing things I don’t want to do. So if the time is right and we have sex it’s going to be something that I decide and not you.”

“So we take this one step at a time,” I tell her, bending my head to kiss her neck and then suck it a bit. “Is it barbaric to want to put my mark on you? Kind of like she’s mine.”

And she tosses her head back and laughs. “It’s funny you say that because I kept thinking the same thing today when we walked into the plane and the flight attendants were all like ‘I can get you what you need.’” She mimics the girl. “Ugh, really, bitch, he doesn’t need coffee. It’s fucking midnight.”

“You’re jealous?” I kiss her.

“You have a website that rated your dick. It doesn’t get worse than that.”

“You are not allowed to bring that fucking shit up anymore,” I say, biting her lower lip, and then sucking it into my mouth. “I haven’t had sex with someone in over eight months.”

“What?” She opens her mouth. “Impossible.”

“Angel, that is the last of it,” I tell her, rolling her on top of me. “No more fucking talking. I’m tired. I finally get to spend the night fully sleeping without trying to tiptoe down the fucking hall with my shoes. By the way, next time, adjoining rooms.”

“I can’t request that. It’ll be like a flashing ‘I’m getting it on with Max’,” she says and then thinks about it. “That isn’t a bad idea.”

“Tomorrow. I need sleep and you need to get off me or my cock will think it’s time to play and it’s not.”

“Want me to take care of it?” She smiles and wiggles her eyebrows at me, laughing in my chest at the end.

“Good night, angel.” I kiss her as she turns on her side and I turn into her.

“Um, Max, I can’t sleep with that thing in my back,” she says quietly. “I mean, I’m a virgin, but you know.”

“Shut up, Allison,” I say, turning around and squishing my cock into the mattress, and I swear I hear him groan. It takes me about two minutes before I finally fall asleep. I don’t even know how long I sleep. All I know is I wake up and the bed is empty next to me, so I get up and go about finding my girl. I walk around the wall and hear her.

“Hey there, princess.” She is talking to the cat. “Did you have fun while we were gone?” She picks her up, kissing her face, and bringing her into the kitchen. “Did you have a big party with your cat friends?”

And my cat is listening to every single word she says as she takes out some food and puts some on the plate. The cat jumps out of her arms and walks away while Allison starts the coffee and opens the fridge, taking out the milk as she looks up. Her hair is down now.

“Morning,” she says as she opens cupboards to find two cups. She finally finds them on the fourth try. “Coffee or orange juice?”

I walk to her, taking her in, standing in my kitchen, barefoot again, one foot on top of the other. Her camisole strap is falling down on one shoulder, showing me that she isn’t wearing a bra. I grab her by her waist and put her on the counter again, putting her hair over her shoulder, leaning down, and sucking right where her camisole starts, right above the swell of her breast.

“Max,” she whispers, looking down at me as her legs dangle.

I lift my head, looking down at the red mark. “Perfect,” I say then kiss her good morning.