Madison Montgomery was having the night of her life. The Newport Beach Seagulls had just won Game 6 against the Sacramento Kings, their rivals from up north, and they were moving onto the next round in the playoffs. The team was on fire.

Their first two games of the season had their setbacks. One of their best scorers, Kyle Underwood, was nowhere to be found. Meaning, he was out on the ice with the other players, but he hadn’t shown up to play. However, once they headed north to Sacramento, something changed in him and he was on fire. He had two goals in that game, three assists in Game 4, and in Game 5, had the game winner after the teams were forced to an overtime.

Game 6 was back in Sacramento and it was Alec Schumacher that came out to play. He had a fight, an assist, and a goal. A Gordie Howe hat trick. She knew he would be more impressed with that then scoring an actual hat trick. She watched from Amanda Brown’s television, her best friend since moving to Orange County for college and her fellow Gulls’ Girl.

Each hockey team in the NHL had a select ice crew that would scrape up the excess ice off the rink during commercial breaks. Some were composed of men and women – since men were stronger than the women – but most were composed of beautiful women with heavy makeup, perfect hair, and a skin-tight uniform. They were almost like cheerleaders except they were integral to the team playing an efficient game in that they got rid of obstacles that could be possible obstacles.

Half the team was assigned to walk through the stadium, shooting t-shirts into the crowd or helping with commercial break activities. If there wasn’t anyone available to ride the Zamboni between periods, one would hop in and twirl a blue flag, saying hi to the spectators still in their seats as the Zamboni went up and down the ice.

Madison had joined the squad the year Ken Brown was murdered. She saw flyers around campus for the part-time job opportunity, and since she had been struggling to attempt to gain some kind of financial freedom from her father, she jumped at the chance. Of course, he didn’t know she had a job or else he would have demanded she come back home.

Especially a job as an NHL ice girl.

Her father was a Detroit Mustangs fan, which meant he watched professional hockey on a consistent basis. He always considered ice girls as bimbos with no brain, which was why only Rhine, Madison’s younger sister, knew what she did in her free time to make money. In fact, he thought she had earned an academic scholarship for her last year of school rather than one from her job, and Madison needed to keep it that way. She knew that if she needed it, the scholarship would also extend to her dorm room and meals. But if she suddenly didn’t need her father to pay for anything, he would become suspicious, and that was the last thing Madison wanted. She couldn’t even confide in her mother because her mother told her father everything.

It was also why Madison could not tell them about her two-year relationship with Alec Schumacher. She was blessed Alec understood why because she had already met his family on numerous occasions – since he played for his hometown team – they were all close, and his mother especially was excited at the prospect of Alec finally getting serious about a woman; at least, that was what she kept telling Madison each time they met up. Secretly, though, she did wonder if it bothered him. That he shared such an important part of his life with her and she couldn’t do the same for him.

Not yet, at least.

But that would change.

It had to.

If Madison was planning on inviting her family and Alec to her graduation, then they would have to meet. Rhine, her sister, already knew about him, but she was the one person in her family that Madison trusted not to say anything to her parents. Rhine understood. She was going through her own issues with them, considering she was about to graduate from high school a month before Madison was graduating from college.

“I’m so, so happy for you,” Madison murmured as Alec picked her up. He dropped everything the minute he came home, glad to find Madison waiting up for him in nothing but his away jersey and a pair of boy shorts. Madison now knew Alec well enough to know what visuals turned him on, and even though she could have answered the door completely naked, she opted to make him work just a little bit.

“We did kick ass, didn’t we?” he murmured into her neck, causing her pelvis to twinge in anticipation. She loved the way his voice sounded when it was low and thick with exhaustion.

“Major ass,” she agreed, pulling her head back as he proceeded to lead her to the faux leather theatre seats he had instead of couches. “The fact that it was Sacramento made it all the more sweet.”

He grinned, looking up at her with his midnight blue eyes. “You are my biggest fan, aren’t you?” he said, the irises getting darker as he continued to take in her face, the way she bit her bottom lip. She knew it always got him when she did that so every time they were about to make love, she always made sure to bite her bottom lip, just to start everything up and get him going. Get him hard.

“The biggest,” she told him, her voice dropping low. She could feel her own desire for him reflected in her own eyes and she couldn’t help but smile with anticipation.

He lowered her to the seat and gently set her down. His eyes took in the sight of her; her long, toned legs, the flash of blue boy shorts, the way his jersey was too big for her.

His lips curled into a hungry grin and Madison could not help but return it. Her hands found his shoulders and clutched them to her tightly, needing to feel the strong, sturdy flesh underneath her.

She loved when he took control, when he demanded pleasure from her without indicating she would get any in return – even though she knew she would. His eyes were nearly the color of the sky at night, the sparkles resembling stars. Gently, he spread her thighs apart so he could bury his face between her legs and breathed her scent in deeply. He moaned and it rumbled through his chest. Madison threw her head back and her mouth dropped open but no sound came out.

He loved to tease her.

It drove her crazy.

Her right hand found his hair and her fingers lost themselves in the silky tresses. She softly tugged at the roots, causing another sound of pleasure to emit from his body. She loved being able to get him to respond this way. She loved that she had that much power over him, this man she could bring to his knees with a ghost of a touch.

He placed soft kisses on the inside of her thighs and she gasped at the sensation. He was obsessed with her legs but each time he touched her there, kissed her there, it felt like it was the first time. When his fingers brushed against her folds covered by a flimsy blue cloth, she squeezed her inner muscles and knew a flood of slick heat seeped into the boy shorts.

“Jesus Christ,” he muttered to himself. “You’re so wet for me and I don’t even have to fucking touch you.”

He seemed awed by this, as though this was something he hadn’t experienced with anyone except her. She bit her bottom lip again and let out an affirmative grunt, something that would let him know that he was right in what he was thinking.

“I want you,” he told her, lifting his eyes off of her crotch and locking his with hers. “I wanted to go slow and really take my time, but fuck, I can’t wait.”

He didn’t wait for her consent.

He pushed the jersey up with his hands so he had better access to the waistband of her panties. Then, without warning, he reached out and ripped the cotton in half. She watched with wide eyes as his arms bulged when he tugged the material apart. Her mouth dropped open when he took the thin scraps of clothing and all but tossed them over his shoulder so they floated silently to the ground.

The look in his eyes was nothing sort of hungry when he saw her nearly-bare mound and he lunged for her, pressing his lips against her folds. She gasped and threw her head back, instinctively spreading her legs to give him better access to her core. He lapped at her like he needed to taste her, like he hadn’t had her in years rather than just a couple of days. His tongue danced against her folds and the noises he made sent shivers up and down her spine. She twitched underneath him, her mouth dropping open.

She was never one to take the Lord’s name in vain, but Jesus, the way he touched her, in that spot…

His long fingers curled underneath the jersey and began to lift it up. Madison could barely offer him any assistance due to the fact she was too distracted by the way he was doing things to her body but she managed to pull it over her head and toss it to the floor, in the same general direction as her panties.

His greedy eyes immediately went to her breasts. They were small and perky, eager for his attention. It wasn’t long before his lips were on her skin, licking and sucking at the sensitive areas, and eliciting gasps and soft moans from Madison. Her arms wrapped around his neck and pulled her tightly to her chest, needing more even though it felt so good it hurt.

She could feel him grow hard underneath her and it sent a thrill of anticipation to her core. She knew what he would do to her and she could not wait. Her mouth found his forehead and she dropped kisses up and down his face, needing to feel him, needing to do something to him to distract herself just a little bit from what he was doing to her.

She clawed at his shirt but couldn’t formulate the words to tell him what she wanted. That his shirt needed to come off so she could see him, could feel his skin with her fingers, bite them with her teeth.

He made her insatiable in her lust for him, like she was an animal.

It wasn’t long before she got her wish. His shirt was off and on the floor and his bare torso was hers to see, to touch, to taste, to feel. She clawed at him, burying her nails into his skin and marking her territory, like he was hers to claim. He let out a growl of pleasure, encouraging her to continue, to leave streaks of pink lines up and down his back.

Alec’s arms dropped to her waist and coiled around her back so he could lift her up. Immediately, he switched places with her so he was sitting down and she was on top of him. She ripped her mouth away from his, and then, breathless, she said, “Take off your pants.”

He shot her a grin. “I love when you order me around,” he replied, his voice raw.

She grinned but said nothing in response as he shifted underneath her and did as he was told. It wasn’t long before he was just as naked as she was. When she saw his cock, hard and dripping for her, she bit her bottom lip, and that was it. Alec could not control himself any longer. He lifted her up and slammed himself inside of her, causing her to groan. She loved how that first thrust always hurt.

He pumped in and out of her, selfishly claiming all the pleasure for himself. But Madison was no victim, and she reached between her legs in order to grab some for herself.

It wasn’t long before she felt herself reach her own climax, just as Alec bit her shoulder. That was his tell. He wasn’t one to announce when he was releasing himself into her, but anytime he bit her, she knew.

They were breathless, still wrapped up in each other, when Madison looked at Alec with a sparkle in her eyes. “Wanna do it again?” she asked.

At that moment, a loud, intruding knock on Alec’s front door interrupted them. Madison shot Alec a look and he shrugged his shoulders, indicating he had no idea who it could be.