“Okay, I’ll go. But I swear if I see one naked jock and his tiny balls running around…I’m out of there,” I grumble and ignore her growing smile.
“Don’t worry, that won’t happen. It’s only big cocks and balls at the frat house.” She giggles, and I can’t help laughing with her.
At least I have a few days to prepare myself before the party and to avoid the jerkface.
4
Granger
Bringing my arm back, I grip my stick and swing my arm down with a speed that sends the puck airborne and into the net post with a loud clink echoing around the rink. I’ve been here since five AM and haven’t been able to get my anger out yet. It’s been a shit week. My team still sucks, and my father is so far up my ass about coming to work for the firm, even after I keep giving him plain as day hints that I’m not even remotely interested. I’m spiraling, I know it and so does everyone else. My thoughts have been consumed by a girl with pink hair. I look everywhere for her and don’t even realize what I’m doing until I have to argue with myself. Am I losing it? Especially when I think I see her, but when I look again a second later, she’s gone. I’m also pretending that I didn’t wake up at the crack of dawn with the hope of just getting a glimpse of her.
Heaving a sigh, I send another puck flying with a slap shot, then hear the sound of soft, smooth strokes of blades behind me as she skates onto the ice. Why the hell is my heart racing? It’s not like I’m excited to see her or watch her open that smart, sexy ass mouth again. I don’t bother turning around the closer she gets, pretending she’s not there as I continue my practice. Each puck smacks into the net faster and harder as I swing my stick. By the time I’m done, sweat is coating the back of my neck as I slowly turn around.
I lean against my hockey stick and curl my fist around the top grip with deep breaths, and it’s as if she’s stealing my breath away. It’s pissing me off. She’s dressed in a tiny skirt with black tights covering her legs and a red leotard under that. She somehow makes it look classy and sexy as fuck. I have an urge to unravel the perfect bun on top of her head and watch the pink waves cascade down her back while I run my fingers through it.
“What did that puck ever do to you?” she asks with a slight smirk as she places her hands on her curvy hips while slowly looking me up and down.
The puck is taking my frustrations from the phone call I had with my father last night. Once again, he was telling me hockey isn’t a career and when I’m going to come into the office to start working for him.
“Princess, didn’t we talk about you not coming onto my ice?” My voice comes out in a growl without meaning to because damn if she isn’t a distraction.
Beast is right, I do need to get laid by some chick who means nothing to me at all. I won’t be falling into another web of lies only to get hurt in the end. So why can’t I get this girl who keeps challenging me out of my head? I picture picking Princess right up and pressing her back into the glass as I sink to my knees to the ice and devour her pussy while she chants my name. The thought alone pisses me off, but my cock has other ideas. He seems to like that image very much, wanting to sink into her warm, dripping wet pussy while her freezing cold breath fans my face.
“I seem to remember this isn’t your rink and you’re on my time, Captain. Are you stalking me?” she accuses me with a single blonde eyebrow raised, as if I don’t come here almost everyday and skate. Stalker indeed.
For fuck’s sake.
Dropping my stick, it clatters on the ice, and I slowly draw my gloves off before throwing them somewhere behind me as I skate to her side within seconds. Her breathing picks up as she stares down at her skates, the top of her head only reaching my shoulders.
“Just because you’re beautiful doesn’t mean you can throw it at me. I won’t fall for it, I’m not interested,” I say gruffly, lying through my teeth. When her head snaps up with a gasp escaping those perfect lips, for the first time in my life, I almost feel unsteady on my blades.
“Let me get this straight…you think I’m beautiful and seducing you…? Unbelievable.” She throws back her head and starts laughing. I want to join her, even though I don’t find this remotely funny, she just has a laugh that’s contagious. “For your information, I’m hardly interested in you. I don’t date ignorant jocks. Actually, I don’t date at all. You must think you’re God’s gift to women,” she says, shaking her head while she starts skating backward away from me.
I cross my arms, gripping my biceps because I want to grab her, maybe shake some sense into her, and then kiss that smart mouth.
“Well yeah, but that doesn’t change anything. I’m not sinking my cock into your tight pussy, even if you beg.” I start following her, my blades smoothing over the ice with ease as I try not to picture her squeezed
