Felicity

By the time the game starts, the team suite is half-full. Sniffer and The Bear, the two guys who came over the other night, have joined us, and after some prodding from Sniffer and Gracie, I pull Lucy out and announce the game for the whole suite.

It’s fun.

Plus, the Thrusters are killing it tonight.

If Manning was any more on fire, they’d be skating on water. Nick hasn’t let a single shot in. Jaeger’s staying out of the sin bin.

“New Jersey might as well pack it up and go home,” I say to Lucy as the end of the second period nears.

“They still have a chance, Felicity!” she replies with her optimistic cheer, her blue cat eyes wide and earnest behind her glasses. “Your brother’s getting tired. And overconfident. And nobody deserves to lose by seven goals.”

“Lucy, they’re pros. If they can’t pull their shit together, they kinda do,” I tell her.

“Felicity Murphy, you’re a big old meanie! I can’t believe you said that!”

Loki screeches. “Send them all back to the minors!” the monkey says.

The suits freak every time I make the monkey talk. And his monkey voice is remarkably similar to his real shrieking voice, if I do say so myself.

Performing is such a trip.

The Thrusters leave the ice when the horn sounds, ending the second period, and I give Lucy a rest.

Jenna leans forward—she’s been in the seat behind me most of the game—and slips me a card. “Call me Monday. We need to talk.”

Ares cocks a half-grin.

He’s not even looking at me, but I can hear him. You’re welcome, Felicity.

Whatever. She’s probably just realized I’ll only give up the dirt that will embarrass Nick without making the Thrusters look bad.

What the hell would the team need with a ventriloquist?

I throw a cookie at him.

He starts and turns that attentive gaze on me.

“Monkey did it,” I say.

He doesn’t answer.

Not with his mouth.

His eyes, though—his eyes have a big, long, thick, hard message.

I’ll crumble cookies all over your chest and lick them off you, then bury my head between your legs and make you scream my name until even Gammy’s ghost can’t take it anymore.

Holy fuck, it’s hot in here.

And he still has my phone.

I don’t ask for it back.

That would be too easy. Instead, I ask Gracie if she wants my number, and I offer to program it into her phone for her.

And then I use her phone to call myself.

Six times.

“Is somebody’s phone vibrating?” The Bear finally asks.

Everyone looks around.

Everyone but Ares and me.

I’m watching him.

He’s watching the massive scoreboard, a muscle ticking in his jaw, his outstretched leg not entirely steady, hands covering his lap.

Like he’s hiding something.

Something big.

I’d smile, knowing I’m basically vibrating his cock here while everyone around us is talking hockey, except the thought of him getting hard is making me more than a little hot and bothered.

He pulls his own phone out of his pocket, hands still shielding any view of his crotch. Gracie’s phone dings with an incoming message.

It’s from Ares.

A gif of a cartoon hippo spinning in a ballerina skirt.

I tilt my head.

Is he trying to tell me his dick’s dressed up for dancing?

Or is he suggesting Harold is grumpy because he’s suppressing his inner feminine side?

Gracie slips her phone back with a laugh. “That’s totally lame,” she says to Ares. “I know you can do better. Is your ankle hurting?”

He grunts.

“Does he text you too?” she asks me. “You should see this one he sent me two days ago. It’s a unicorn cookie dunking in milk. Isn’t it hilarious?”

I glance at the gif, then look at Ares.

He’s looking back at me now. I’ll be the unicorn horn in your cookie.

That shouldn’t be delightfully dirty and intriguing, and yet…it is.

“Did you lose your phone?” Gracie asks. She frowns at her phone. “You called yourself…oh.” She glances past me, toward Ares, then grins. “Oh.”

“Felicity loses stuff all the time!” I vent as Lucy. Because Lucy is a great distraction and she can lie, whereas I cannot. Not right now.

“Me too,” Gracie says. “I lost my keys for six months once. Finally just had to replace the locks on my door. And I keep losing my prenatal vitamins too. Here, Ares. Did you want another cookie?”

I glance back at him. He’s looking at me.

Like he needs permission for a cookie?

Or like Gracie needs to give me back her phone so I can call mine and vibrate his wood a few more times?

Hello, imaginary orgasm causing my nipples to pucker and my panties to go damp again.

You’re bad, I mouth.

His lips settle into a smirk, my nipples pucker harder, and I squirm.

“How’s that ankle, Berger?” One of the suits steps into the small space between us where the row of stadium seats is separated in the middle. “Heard they’re keeping you out until January.”

Fuck. He doesn’t want to talk about that.

Ares doesn’t answer.

Just stares the guy down.

“I’ll be back on the fucking ice when I’m ready to be back on the fucking ice, Mr. Suit,” I vent in my Ares voice.

“Oh my god, talking monkey!” I vent in my Loki voice.

Like Ares is the talking monkey. Heh. I’m hilarious.

Ares tilts his head so he can see me around the suit.

You’re not as funny as you think you are.

Probably a good thing.

If we both thought I was that funny, he might want to tear my clothes off me when we get home, and I’d let him.

Oh, we’re still doing that, his gaze promises.

I shiver.

In the good way.

“You’re Murphy’s sister?” the suit asks me.

I smile. “Unfortunately.”

“That’s what he says too.”

“He’s such a copycat.”

Gracie chokes on another cookie.

“Stop that,” I tell her. “Half the team will kill me if you die on my watch, because you’re eighty-seven percent of the reason Manning’s on fire tonight, and we need him to stay hot.”

She downs half a bottle of water. “Plus, if you make me die laughing, you’ll spark an international incident,” she agrees when she can talk again. “Have you met my sister yet? Because if not, I have some epic plans for you the next time she comes to town.”

I shake my head. “Looking forward to it.”

“You won’t say that once you meet her.”

A cookie lands in my hair.

I look over at Loki.

He points at Ares.

Who grins.

My belly flips inside out, my pussy clenches, and for once, I wish the game was already over.

Because I’m ready to get out of here.

Now.