My eyes widen as the crowd starts going ballistic around me, and the buzzer goes off as the puck hits the net just as the third period ends with seconds to spare.
“Granger scores the goal to break the tie! Boston Terriers win!” the announcer exclaims over the speakers with a deafening blast of music, and the crowd goes wild as the team surrounds Granger in a pile of winning excitement.
I wrap my arms around Mary as we jump up and down, sloshing beer and sending popcorn flying everywhere but oddly not caring. I’ve never seen anything like that. He keeps saying I skate like I was made for the ice, but I think he was born to play hockey, based on the passion I’ve seen tonight. He needs to go pro, and I’m praying some scouts are here to see how amazing and talented he is on the ice.
“Did you see Beast take down those two players without breaking a sweat? I’m telling ya, chica, I’m going to ride him so hard tonight that he’ll be seeing stars. That was hot, and my lady bits are in complete agreement.”
“You have it bad, my friend, and I think Beast is a keeper. Ride him until he can only chant your name, girl.” We get quite a few stares, since we’re being so loud, but we don’t care. I’m giving my horndog of a friend the best advice in a way she will understand.
We scoot with the crowd like waddling penguins up the stairs to get to the main lobby and wave our foam fingers when fans start shouting “Boston Terriers number one!” with muscles flexing and beer bellies jiggling.
A moment of clarity comes to me when we reach the tunnel that leads to the locker rooms. This need comes over me, to give Granger something of myself because he’s given me everything of his piece by piece. It’s not repaying him, since I already have that handled. It’s about wanting to make him as happy as he made me. I just don’t know what to give him, but it’ll come to me. Mary goes rushing by me with a squeal and launchers herself at Beast, who catches her effortlessly. They really are a cute couple, it's just too bad that she doubts his feelings. That girl is a free spirit and needs a man who can ground her but show her that it’s okay to be herself. I’m hoping that man is Beast.
Granger pushes open the locker room door, not even sparing a glance at his friend making out in the middle of the hallway, because his gaze is directly on me as he eats up the cement floor with his long strides towards me. His dark hair is slicked back and slightly damp, highlighting his sharp jawline and high cheekbones. Why does he make my palms sweat and my heart skip a beat whenever his pale green eyes connect with mine? He makes me feel like no one else is in the room, just me and him.
I’m going to give him everything. He may not know this, but I think I’m already half in love with him.
The elevator dings, and we both step out at the same time, his strong chest brushing against my hardening nipples. What’s that saying? If you have something you hold dear to your heart, don’t let it go. Would he push me away if he knew the thoughts that are running through my mind about him, or would I run away because every second scares me? I’ve lost a lot in life already, everyone leaves at some point, and then the loneliness creeps in like a long lost friend. I think I just need time to sort out my life and figure out what I really need. Maybe I already know? He’s constantly on my thoughts. We haven’t talked much since we left the arena after the game, but it's a comfortable silence with a whole lot of sexual tension. I can almost taste it on my tongue, my whole body tingles with just him standing by my side, and with his hand brushing mine, every step sends an electric shock through me. He has to be feeling this too…right?
I want him, there's no denying that, but what if he doesn’t want me in return? I’ve never been sexually attracted to someone to the point of wanting to be stripped naked and demand he gives me the pleasure only he can bestow on my body. Seeing the intense way he focused on the ice tonight made me hot in all areas, because he likely brings that to the bedroom as well. The right way to touch, to taste, and to move his body until you’re seeing or feeling nothing but him.
He unlocks the front door and holds it open for me as I duck under his arm. He smells so fucking good, of fresh soap and his own masculine scent that makes my mouth water. He drops his hockey bag by the front door and follows me into the living room. Standing there awkwardly, he rubs the back of his neck, his bicep muscles bunching and straining under his white t-shirt. I feel as if God is testing me because he’s sculpted from perfection and I’m just…me.
“Did you want to watch a movie or something? I draw the line at face masks though, I couldn't get that shit off my face last time. If the guys find out I let you smear that girlie stuff on me then watch chick flicks…I’ll never
