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I screamed at him in my head.
No! For the love of all, Scroggins, I’m getting more action than I’ve had in years right now!

But I had to keep my cool. I often played cards with the guys during road trips. I tried to muster a disinterested expression. “Sure, why not?”

I looked down at my phone.

Luke Hudson:
U ditching me for Scrogs?

Me:
Come up and play if u want.

Luke Hudson:
I can’t be that close to u right now. My boner could cut diamonds.

“Ready?” Scroggins asked. I took a deep breath, trying to flood my mind with unsexy thoughts. My skin was flushed and I worried that Scroggins would figure out why. I sat my phone on a shelf nearby, face down, and nodded.

The last hour of the trip was an agonizing pretense of nonchalance. I appeared to be playing cards, but I was actually replaying the text conversation in my head and imagining a heated make out session with Luke. It didn’t even have to be sex; I just wanted to look into his eyes and feel his body against mine.

The bus pulled into the hotel and I went to put my phone away, my body humming with arousal. Looking at it, I pressed the screen, backing up to erase ‘Hudson’. After that conversation, I figured just his first name would do.

The guys rose to leave the bus, and Luke’s icy blue eyes swam over me for just a second as he stopped and waited for me to get out of my seat. My gaze slid down from his face to his waist, where I could see the outline of his erection. My pulse quickened. I’d forgotten how euphoric it was to be crazy attracted to someone.

I filed off the bus, waiting with the guys for our bags to be unloaded. Our equipment manager Mikey passed me mine and I slung it over my shoulder and headed for the hotel door.

“Dell,” Luke called. He was jogging to catch up with me, but he didn’t have his bag yet. He leaned down to speak quietly in my ear, though no one was in listening range.

“You like seeing what you do to me?”

I nodded slightly, begging my cheeks not to betray me by bursting into flame. He leaned back down and spoke again.

“I’ve never been so turned on. You’d better be going to your room to change panties.”

Holy shit. The boldness I’d found while texting him was gone. This was face to face, and I couldn’t even think of a complete sentence, let alone speak one.

“I am,” I said softly, “but first I have to take care of something else.”

His eyes widened. “You mean …? Are you gonna …?”

I smiled. I’d been talking about taking a shower, but he obviously thought I was going to rock my own world since I was so worked up from our text convo. And he clearly liked that idea, so who was I to correct him?

“Oh, yeah. Aren’t you?” I asked, looking down at the outline of his hard cock again.

He cleared his throat and shifted. “Well, I’ve got a roommate, so … I think I’m fucked. Can I text you later?”

“I’d be disappointed if you didn’t.” I tucked my hair behind my ear and turned to walk away, dying to turn around and see if he was watching me.

Luke

My pregame ritual was to get lost in my playlist and get into the war zone. It was a place in my head where I was wound to fight. I pictured good hits and thought about the euphoria of scoring and winning. Since my injury, thoughts of maiming John London in the next game we played against his team also fueled me.

But tonight, I wasn’t feeling very war-like. For the first time in my life, I was sexually charged up before a game. Dell’s texts to me, the rosy shade of her flushed cheeks and the thought of watching her shower sent adrenaline rushing through my veins.

Damned if that woman wasn’t the sexiest I’d ever known. Part of her allure was that she wasn’t overtly sexy. She didn’t hang out of her clothes or send secret
fuck me
stares. No, only I got to see this side of her. The way she fought her shyness and dared to leave her comfort zone for me was a huge turn-on.

“You okay, man?” Niko’s brow was wrinkled with confusion as he looked at me.

“I’m fine, why?”

“You look really happy,” he said. “Giddy. You gonna fuck some guys up or frost cupcakes for ’em?”

I scoffed and gave him the finger. “Watch and learn, Daniel-san.”

I was scoring twice in this game or getting ejected trying. I wanted to watch Dell shower, and fuck if I couldn’t tell she wanted it, too. We’d both be disappointed if I missed the mark.

When I hit the ice for the puck drop, I pictured John London’s face on every opponent. I hit harder and charged faster when I was practicing to beat his ass.

We were breaking for a timeout when I caught a scrawny kid from the other team studying me from the corner of his eye. Definitely a rookie.

“What’s up, darlin’?” I asked him, breathing hard. “You look like you wanna suck my dick.”

“Fuck you,” he muttered without much enthusiasm.

“You want some?”

He hesitated and I laughed. “I’ll break you in, sport. Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle.”

His eyes darkened with anger. Hell yeah. I fed on that during a game. So much of hockey was mental.

I almost felt bad when I moved around him and shot the puck into the net hard enough that their goalie fell on his ass trying to get to it.
Almost.

He swore and bashed his stick on the ice. He’d get shit from his coach for looking like an old lady when I pushed past him. But hell, it’d be good for him.

I wanted to look at Dell, but I forced myself not to. Not until I scored the next one. That meant I had to keep my eyes off her in the locker room during intermission. She was busy, anyway, wrapping and icing other guys.

Waiting until the third period would wind me up, so I set my mind to scoring again in the second one. Right out of the gate, I landed in the penalty box with a slashing penalty. Dell looked at me across the ice while I sat out my two minutes and I smiled.

I charged out as soon as my door was opened. The other team was fighting back now, and I took a couple aggressive hits. Another hard hit took me down, but I shot from my knees, collapsing to the ice afterward.

When I looked up and saw Niko’s arms in the air, I knew I’d made it. I scrambled up and joined the celebration, glancing at the bench. Dell and I locked eyes and I wondered if she was thinking what I was.

I couldn’t wait to get her alone. We couldn’t do it on a game night because the arena had too many people around, even when it was late. But tomorrow after our night session, I’d get my prize. I was already wondering if I’d be able to keep my hands off Dell once I finally got to see all of her.

Dell

I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Was I really about to do this? The locker room was silent and deserted except for me and Luke. And I’d just undressed and slipped into a robe. Geez, the lights in here were bright.

“You okay?” Luke asked. “You look nervous.”

“I am,” I admitted.

“We don’t have to do this. I don’t want you to if you’re not comfortable.”

I met his gaze with a small smile. “I want to. You’re sure you locked the door?”

“Positive.” He ran a hand through his short hair. “Listen, if you change your mind, you can stop, okay?”

I nodded and reached for the tie of the white terry cloth robe, untying it but keeping the robe closed with my hands. Swallowing, I looked down at the white tile floor of the shower.

“Just don’t … I’m not perfect,” I said.

“I’ll be the judge of that.” He arched his brows and gave me a sexy grin. I let go of the robe and it fell open, revealing a sliver of skin down the center of my body. Luke backed toward the edge of the shower room, his eyes never leaving me.

“Looks perfect to me,” he said. His reverential tone and the bulge in his nylon workout pants gave me the courage to walk over and turn the silver knob on the wall to start the shower.

I glanced at him while I waited for the water to warm up. Luke had pulled over a metal folding chair, and he sat in it with his legs spread far apart, elbows resting on his knees. His expression was hungry and eager, and I hoped I’d be enough to satisfy his appetite.

The steady stream of water emitted a fog of steam, and I tested it and adjusted it a little. When it was just right, I turned my back to Luke and glanced over my shoulder at him. He was stroking his jaw line, thumb resting on his chin. It was now or never.

With a deep breath, I pushed the robe from my shoulders. The rush of cool air on my back and arms made my skin break out in goose bumps. I let it slide further before I pulled it away and hung it on a hook on the wall.

Was that a mom thing to do? Would a sexy woman have tossed it to the floor? I’d worry about that later. For now, I stepped into the steaming spray of water, letting its warmth quell my shaking.

I ran my hands through my hair, letting the water soak all the way to my scalp. It felt good – comforting and familiar. Keeping my eyes closed, I tried to pretend I was at home in my little shower.

But if I’d been there, my nipples wouldn’t be hard right now. I wouldn’t have gotten a bikini wax and shaved my legs in preparation for this shower. I’d never felt as sexy as I did with Luke watching me right now. And this was a one-time thing — I wanted to enjoy it. With one more deep breath, I turned to meet his gaze.

Luke

Dell was beautiful. So much more than I’d even expected. Her ivory skin was perfect, her body lithe and toned. I was breathing heavy just from watching the water wash over her long, dark red hair and down her round, gorgeous breasts. Then there was the hint of red curls between her thighs, which launched my arousal to an unbearable level.

I cursed every cheap lay I’d ever had. Hadn’t every woman been cheap compared to her? I wanted to give every meaningless fuck back for just the chance to touch her right now. I could tell she wanted me to.

My cock was rock hard, my balls tight and full with anticipation. But what caught me off guard was the overly full sensation in my chest. When Dell turned those bright green eyes on me, so vulnerable and trusting, it wasn’t my cock she reached – it was my heart.

There were so many thoughts in my head at that moment. I wanted to tell her she made me wish I could have something real; that I was overwhelmed by her and that her beauty put other women to shame. But I wouldn’t mar this moment with words.

I steepled my hands and rested my index fingers against my mouth, hoping she could see from my face how deeply she was affecting me. Her lips curled up into a tiny smile and she reached to a shelf for the bottle she’d set there.

While she squeezed liquid soap into her hands and slowly worked it into a lather, I shifted in my seat. My cock was straining against my pants, and I tried to tamp my desire for her body. This wasn’t about me; it was about showing her how sexy and amazing she was.

But when she started rubbing the suds over her arms and massaging her tits, white lather escaping through the cracks of her fingers, I couldn’t take it. I scrubbed a hand down my face and rubbed my raging erection with the other one.

I didn’t want to cheapen this, but I was so fucking hard right now. Dell looked over at me and smiled. She liked seeing me turned on by her. I was all too happy to indulge. With a pull on the waistband of my pants, I worked my cock out and stroked it slowly.

Would she like this? I watched her face to see if I needed to slow down or back up. She stared back, her eyes dark and glazed with lust.

Her lips fell open and I about lost it. My gaze dropped between her legs, where the water coursed down her skin. When her hand coasted smoothly down her stomach to the spot I was eyeing, I grabbed my cock harder. She slid a finger inside and I pumped my hand harder, unable to stop myself.

She was so sensual and sweet at the same time. Knowing she was nervous but at the same time she wanted this was driving me so close to coming. I wanted to stop – to make this last, but her eyes were pleading as they stayed locked with mine. She wanted to see what she could do to me. And I wanted to show her.

Her fingers circled over her clit and I imagined crawling over to her and replacing those fingers with my mouth. I wanted to be underneath the steaming spray of water with her so fucking bad. Whether I felt her orgasm in my mouth, through my fingers or on my cock, all I wanted right now was to feel it.

I threw my head back but snapped it up in a second, wanting to memorize her like this. As soon as she mouthed the word ‘yes’, I came hard, shooting a load to the shower floor.

“Dell,” I said, my voice strained. Seeing her like this was making me crazy. I wanted her to come, too, but she switched off the shower with a shy smile.

It was the most erotic experience of my life, and I’d never even touched her. And instead of feeling satisfied after getting off, I wanted her more than ever.

As quickly as I’d gotten my mojo back, it was gone again. After scoring twice in the last game, I had a negative fucking score in this one for throwing a blind pass the other team scored on. The only good thing about this game was that it was finally over.

When I walked into the locker room, I raised my stick in the air and cracked it over a bench, splintering it in half. Was this how I played now? Hot and cold? Hit or miss?

No one would make eye contact with me. I’d never been
that guy
on any team I’d played on. But now I was the asshole no one wanted to provoke a fight with because I was so pissed off about my play.

I set out for the showers, replaying every fuckup from the game in my head. I needed to ice, but I didn’t want to be an asshole to Dell so I was skipping it. I’d been tense all day, but I’d always had the ability to clear stress away for game time. Until tonight.

I’d argued with Lindy this afternoon over helping Dad. She cried about how scared he was of going to jail and what a jerk I was for not helping him. Dad had been calling me, too, from his hospital room, but I didn’t answer calls from numbers I didn’t recognize and I deleted every voicemail as soon as I heard his voice – which was always pissed off instead of remorseful.