“Say my name,” he playfully demands, voice deep and making me hotter by the second.
“Granger.” I say with a smile. I’m so fucking happy.
22
Granger
Kat glides around the rink one more time, passing by me with a sexy smile that never fails to get my blood pumping straight to my cock. I’m leaning against the boards with a cup of coffee and waiting for her to finish up because I can’t seem to keep my hands off of her. She’s made a home at my place, and the thought doesn’t scare me as much anymore. It’s been a week since her birthday, and that night replays in my head constantly.
I’ve been meaning to talk to her but with college, hockey and sex, I haven’t had the time. I plan on telling her tonight, because I can’t keep hiding behind my anger anymore, and it’s time I let it go. I’m absolutely fucking positive what we have isn’t fake. We haven’t officially said anything on the subject of our fake relationship, but that’s another thing I’m going to bring up later. I want her to be mine—my girlfriend, lover, and friend. I’m an idiot for not admitting my feelings for a while now, closing myself off too many times, but that’s going to change starting right the fuck now. I’m going to lay it all out on the table and hope to fuck that she wants me as much as I want her. My palms start to sweat at the thought of her reaction, and my chest hurts right over my heart, almost like I can’t breathe at the thought of her not in my life.
“Hey, Princess!” I shout, and my voice is raspy like a weak little bitch.
Fuckery, fuck, Granger. Man the hell up and just tell her everything… tell her how you feel. Yeah, I got this!
My little pep talk doesn’t help like it does before a big game. I run a hand through my hair in frustration with myself. She needs to skate her perfect ass over here now before I lose my cool or what’s left of it. Does it make me weak that I just need to hold her tightly to my body so she can’t run from me?
She pauses in her skating and practically floats to me on the ice with a big smile on her face. Shit, that doesn’t help either, since she’s so damn pretty it hurts my eyes. She comes to a stop in front of me with ice spraying my face as I leaned over the boards. She bites her lip, holding back a laugh at the glare I throw her way.
“What’s up, Captain? Come to kick me off your ice again?” she sasses at me with a smirk, and fuck if it doesn’t do things to me.
Reaching over the railing, I grasp her around the waist with a playful growl and haul her over the boards separating us. She lands against my chest with a huff, and I don’t waste any time scooping her up into my arms. She laughs lightly as I storm towards the locker room like a man on a serious mission. It’s serious all right. I love when she gets all sassy and challenges me. It’s pretty fucking hot and never fails to get me going.
“That’s right. My rink with my rules that need to be followed. I think you need a nice smack on the only ass in the world that drives me crazy.” She gasps out loud, and her eyes widen at me like I’m the crazy one, but her desire is seeping through the darkening blue of her gaze.
When I kick the door open without looking away from her, she frantically glances around as if we’ll get caught, but the team doesn’t come in for another forty-five minutes. I’ll keep that bit of information to myself. I see the heated look she’s giving me, even though she’s chewing on her lip worriedly. She wants me and is willing to take the risk of getting caught. Damn if that doesn’t make me hard as a rock, wanting to fuck her brains out until she’s a screaming mess all over my dick.
Setting her down gently on her skates, I bend down to untie the laces as she steadies herself by gripping my shoulders.
“Granger…this is the male locker room,” she says slowly, as if I didn’t already realize that, and wrinkles her nose.
She steps out of her skates and reaches under her flowing short skirt to tug down her black tights along with her pink lace underwear. My brain shuts off, and all my blood travels down south, because my girl doesn’t have any panties on under that skirt anymore.
“I’m very much aware it’s the men’s locker room, but no one has been in here since the cleaning crew left last night. Now be a good girl and turn around with your skirt up around your waist so I can deliver your spanking.” I don’t know what it is about her ass, but my hand is always twitching to give those round globes a good sounding smack and a bit of a healthy grab.
She arches a pale eyebrow and steps forward with a challenging glare in her blue eyes, just as she unbuckles my jeans, tugging them down a little until they get caught around my thighs since my feet are spread. She quickly tugs her shirt off, and then she’s standing in front of me like a
