Seduced by the Game (18 page)

Scott shook his head with
a smile. His teammates were nuts, but he loved this job. He reached out and fist-bumped
a few of the guys since they seemed to expect it, then sat back, fighting the
urge to pick up his phone again.

Luckily, Scott was able to
beg off any forms of “entertainment” the guys suggested once dinner was over.
He caught a cab back to the hotel, wondering how he’d ever thought a night at a
strip club could be considered entertainment. As soon as the cab’s door closed,
he had his phone out and was unlocking it. Hannah had texted him about
forty-five minutes ago.
Time for a phone call. No more of this texting
bullshit. I need to hear her voice.

He dialed and waited.
After a couple of rings, Hannah picked up the phone. “Hello?”

“Hi, it’s Scott.”

“Hey, how are you?”
Thank
God she sounds happy to hear from me.

“Good, really good. I
practiced today with the team and I’m playing tomorrow night. I told you it
wasn’t a big deal.”

“Okay, tough guy.”

“Why haven’t you called?”
Scott swore softly to himself.
Why the hell did I say that?

Hannah sounded surprised
when she answered. “I was trying to give you time to heal.”

Ugh. What to say now that
won’t make me look like a horny ass?

“Not that I expected you
to be with me all hours of the day and night, but seeing you would’ve been
nice.”
Awesome. That made me sound whiny.

“That works both ways.”

“I know.” He rubbed his
forehead. “I just–”

“You just what?”

Scott let his breath out
in a huff. “I thought I’d be making a pest of myself. I didn’t want you to
think I was all needy and for you to get sick of me. I was hoping you’d call me
so I didn’t have to wonder if I was bothering you.”
Since when do I wear my
heart on my sleeve? What is this woman doing to me?

“I wouldn’t get sick of
you, and you don’t bother me at all. I like you,” Hannah said softly. “I didn’t
want to be in
your
way.”

“Wow, guess we’re both
dumbasses.”

She laughed. “Yeah, it
appears that way.”

“I’m almost back at my
hotel. How do you feel about phone sex?”

“Geez, I hope you’re alone
right now.”

“I am. I’d never say
something like that in front of teammates. They’d tease me forever. Anyway,
phone sex. You’re avoiding the question.”

“I’m not avoiding it. I’ve
just, uh, never done it.”

“Hang on. Gotta pay the
cabbie.” He handed a couple of bills to the man and climbed out of the car, the
phone still to his ear. Hannah let out a squeak and he chuckled. Well, so he
wasn’t
totally
alone. But he was sure the man had heard worse. “Let me
get upstairs and call you back. That might be easier.”

“Um, okay.”

They hung up and Scott
grinned. She hadn’t exactly said yes, but she also hadn’t said no. Scott
actually considered texting his roommate and offering him money to stay away,
but figured the man would laugh his ass off and probably come back just to
spite him. The two of them were good friends, but these guys, and himself
included when the mood struck him, could be pains in the ass. No one meant
anything by it, but he didn’t want to expose Hannah to all the shenanigans
associated with the guys until he had to.

He undressed and climbed
into bed in boxers and a T-shirt. Then he called Hannah back.

“Soooo, phone sex.”

“I don’t even warrant a
hello now?” Her tone was flirtatious and Scott grinned.

“Hello. Wanna have phone
sex?”

“You’re incorrigible.”

“What are you wearing?”

Hannah cracked up.
“Seriously? That’s the best you can do?”

“Hey, it’s been a long
day. And you’re avoiding again.”

“I’m wearing yoga pants
and a fleece.”

“Sexy.”

“Yeah, right.”

“No, really. I love yoga
pants. You ladies have no idea how good your asses look in them.”

“Okay then.”

Better change the subject
from the stupid comment I just made. She’ll think I go around checking out
women all the time. Way to make her feel special.

Scott moved another pillow
behind his head and said, “Take off your pants and the fleece and get in bed.”

“All right, hang on. So,
what are
you
wearing?”

“Boxers and a T-shirt. I
don’t want to scar my roommate for life if he comes back early.”

“Good point, though I have
no idea how you’d hide what you were doing. Putting the phone down.” Scott
heard rustling in the background and then Hannah came back on the line. “Okay,
in bed.”

“Now what are you
wearing?”

“A bra and panties.”

“Take off the bra and play
with your nipples. I want them nice and hard.”

“Take off the T-shirt and
do the same,” she shot back.

“Touché.” He pulled the
shirt over his head, then set the phone down and put it on speaker. “You might
want to find a safe spot to leave the phone and put it on speaker. You’re gonna
need your hands for this.”

“Oh, my.”

Scott gave her some time
and then said, “Slip your hand under your panties and rub your pussy. Take them
off if it’s easier but sometimes it’s sexier to leave them on.”

“O-okay.”

“You sound breathless.”
His cock had woken up in a hurry and was now practically pulsing in his boxers.
He pulled it through the slit so he wasn’t too exposed and gave it a slow jerk.
“Are you touching yourself?”

“Yeah. Normally I’m not
much for using my hands, but this is kind of hot.”

“What do you normally
use?”

“I have a vibrator. You
know, the old battery-operated boyfriend.”

“Hopefully you won’t need
that as long as I’m around.”

“Except when you’re on
road trips.”

He’d been taking a chance
when he’d said that and was relieved when Hannah rolled with it.
I guess I
might be her boyfriend. I don’t want to date anyone else, and I sure as hell
don’t want her to.
Scott was surprised by how possessive he felt about
Hannah already. The thought of some other guy made him want to ask the team’s
enforcer for boxing lessons so he could take care of anyone sniffing around
her.

If they weren’t in the
middle of this, he would’ve brought up the whole boyfriend-girlfriend subject
more formally, but now was not the time.

Scott stroked up and down
once more.
Yeah, definitely wait ’til later.

“Get your vibrator. I want
you to come for me, and if that’s the way to get you there, I want you to use
it.”

“Oh, God.” A drawer opened
and shut and then Hannah was back. “I’ve got it.”

“Take off your panties.”

“This isn’t gonna take
long. I’m totally turned on.”

“Duly noted for the
future.” Scott spread the precome oozing out of his slit over the head and
shaft and sighed in pleasure. He heard he vibrator starting up. Feeling a
little breathless himself, he said, “Put it wherever you normally do – on your
clit, inside, whatever’s gonna get you off.”

Hannah moaned and Scott
swore to himself, speeding up his jerking. “All ready. Close. Never happened
this fast.” She moaned again.

“Right behind you, baby.
Go on, come for me. Let me hear you.”

A longer, louder moan came
through the phone, and Scott felt the beginnings of his orgasm stirring.

“Scott, oh man.”

“Yes, do it. You sound so
fucking sexy. Wanna be inside you.”

“I want you, too.” Then
she was silent, save for various moans and groans, and Scott’s eyes slammed
shut as he released a tortured groan of his own.

“You sound good too.”
Hannah gasped. “I’m close.”

“Come on. Come.” With a
few more rough, quick strokes, his back arched and mouth dropped open as his
orgasm slammed through him. Vaguely he heard Hannah yell out her own finish.
That gave him another stutter before he sank back into the soft bed, breathing
hard. “Sexiest thing I’ve ever done, babe.”

“Wow. Wow.”

Scott gave a shaky
chuckle. “Ditto.”

Shortly after that they
said their good-byes, and Scott was asleep almost immediately. Luckily he
stayed awake long enough to clean up and tuck himself back into his boxers or
he would’ve had an embarrassing situation.

They won the game the next
day, but the coach limited Scott’s ice time, which pissed him off even as he
understood why. Afterward, the team hopped on a charter flight and were back in
New York around 2 a.m. the next morning. He went straight home and slept. When
he awoke for practice there was a voicemail from Hannah saying she’d watched
the game and hoped to talk to him soon.

Count on it.
Scott left for practice
with a shit-eating grin stretching his face.

* * * *

Hannah slammed the door of
her apartment and rushed to the answering machine to look for messages. Well,
if she was being honest with herself, messages from Scott. She knew he was back
in town, but hadn’t gotten anything on her cell, so she was hoping he’d called
her landline. Her heart fell. Nothing.
Damn!

She missed him like the
devil. When she thought about it, they’d only been together twice, although
they’d connected by phone and text numerous times. Still, she shouldn’t be
practically jumping out of her skin because he hadn’t called. He probably
didn’t want to disturb her at work, but today it wouldn’t have mattered because
she hadn’t gotten much done anyway since her brain kept coming back to him.

I am a mess.
She went into her bedroom
to change and the second she dug the phone out of her pants pocket and tossed
it on the bed, it rang. Diving for it, she missed and sent it sliding across
the slippery chintz comforter. Hannah chased the foolish thing all around the
bed and finally snagged it just before it slid off the edge of the other side.

Lying on her stomach, she
hit Accept and put it to her ear with a breathless “Hello?”

“You sound out of breath.
You okay?”

“Chased the phone around
the bed.”

“Huh?”

“Never mind.” She rolled
onto her back and scooted up to lay her head on the pillow. “How are you
feeling?”

“I’m great. How’ve you
been?”

“Missing you.” There was a
silence on the other end of the phone for a few seconds, and she began to worry
that what she’d said had shocked or dismayed him. “Scott?”

She heard him clear his
throat and, when he spoke, his voice was deep and thick. “I missed you, too,
babe. I’m dying without you. I know it sounds crazy, but I’ve gotta see you.
This phone-only thing sucks.”

“I’d like that.”

“Lemme see. We’ve got a
game Friday night, so a long practice tomorrow and you’re at work anyway. How
about we make a big date for Saturday? Dress up a little, go to a cool
restaurant or something…”

“That’d be great.”

“While I was away I
thought about how I should take you out more often. I’m always so anxious to
jump your bones, I don’t let us do much else. I know it’s not like we’ve been
seeing each other for months and all we do is have sex, but you’re a great
girl. You deserve more to be taken to fabulous places. I’m not a horny bastard
all the time, I swear. I like to go out and do the town now and then.”

She laughed softly. “It’s
not as if you acted alone those times we wrecked the sheets, you know.”

“Yeah, but still. I want
to take you out for a nice evening in the city. How about if I pick you up at
your apartment around six Saturday night? By the time we get back to the city
and settled in a restaurant, it’ll be seven at least. I have a surprise for you
after dinner.”

A little jolt of
excitement went up her spine. What could he be planning? “That surprise
wouldn’t be hiding in your pants, would it?”

“Hey! You wound me. No,
this is something else, smartass. I
can
be a gentleman, you know. My mom
taught me well.”

“Okay. I’ll be ready when
you get here at six.”

Scott expelled a loud,
deep breath and then said in nearly a whisper, “Wear something pretty and sexy.
I’m tired of seeing you in hockey jerseys, even if it’s mine.”

“I’ll see what I can come
up with. Bye.”

“Saturday. Six. Bye.”

Hannah panicked the minute
she set her phone down. She had absolutely nothing in her closet that was
dressy and sexy. Her office was casual and she’d recently lost a bit of weight,
making anything dressy she had too big. That meant she’d be spending tomorrow
night shopping, and she hoped she could find something that would please Scott.