Page 23 of Love on the Ice

But confused.

REID

I had to taste her. It wasn’t a desire as much as it was an absolute need. I had to claim her in some kind of way, so I did. Luckily, Brooklynn was awake and waiting for the update of me talking to that fucking prick of a teacher, so she let me head upstairs with a knowing smile.

When I was finished, I let myself out of the house, using the back door and locking the bottom lock behind me.

My cock is painfully hard as I make my way across the street to my own house, but I don’t give a fuck. I welcome that pain.

Soon, she’ll ease my ache, but for now, I can take my own hand to it. Smirking, I slip into the front door of my house and climb the stairs, making a beeline for the bathroom to alleviate my issue so I can sleep.

Within fifteen minutes, my issue is taken care of, I’m showered, and I'm heading to bed. Silence surrounds me as I lie down in bed. Staring at the ceiling, I think about her—about Lorelai. I can still taste her on my tongue. I want nothing more than to be inside of her and then fall asleep beside her.

I’ve never felt this way before. I’m not sure why she affects me the way she does, but I can’t get her off my mind. My eyes close. I feel at peace with this day, although I would have liked to unload some rage on that fucker. Beggars can’t be choosers, and I’ll just have to be okay with the threats I handed him and hope he fucks up, so I can deliver.

Eventually, I fall asleep, though as I do, my thoughts shift from that professor to Lorelai. I think about the way she tastes. The sounds she makes when she’s close. When she comes. All of the above.

It’s perfection. She’s perfection.

My alarm sounds far too soon. I force my eyes to open, reaching for the device to turn the wailing noise off. Groaning, it takes all my willpower to make myself sit up, but I do it. Because I can’t skip practice. Not when we have a game in a few days.

Clearing my throat, I stand on my feet then shuffle across my bedroom. I stand at the window and look across the street. I know she’s probably not awake yet, but I like that I can see her window from here.

It makes me feel a little like a creeper staring at her window, hoping to catch a glimpse of her, but since my mouth tasted every inch of her last night, I figure it doesn’t matter what it seems like.

I’m not sure what exactly I want when it comes to Lorelai, but I can’t deny that whatever it is between us, sex is definitely something I can’t walk away from now, not since I’ve tasted her.

Turning away from the window, I grab my duffel bag and throw in an extra set of clothes. I leave the bedroom, step into the bathroom, and get ready, brushing my teeth and taking a piss. I can shower in the locker room after the workout. There’s no sense in doing it right now.

With my duffel in hand, I make my way downstairs and find a few of the guys gathering around the kitchen. I start to busy myself preparing a protein drink before heading out. I’ve got all my shit out and am searching for my scooper in the powder when I feel eyes on me.

Slowly, I lift my gaze and realize that every man in the room is looking at me.

“What the fuck?” I ask.

Silence.

Then Forrest clears his throat. “So, you and Lorelai?” he asks.

I flip him off. He bursts out laughing, obviously unfazed by my finger. “She’s off-limits,” I state.

Thankfully, nobody else says anything. Instead, we go back to making our morning pre-workout protein drinks, whatever the fuck our routine is, then we leave the house and head to practice, leaving a little later than we probably should.

I’m sure Coach will have us doing some sort of physical punishment for either being late or almost late. He likes to do that. I don’t mind it. A shit day playing for the AHL. Getting paid to play the game is still phenomenally better than a day when you aren’t playing for the AHL.

Chapter

Ten

LORELAI

It’s game day.

I haven’t seen Reid since he snuck into my bedroom and did that thing he did between my legs. I still blush just thinking about it. I can’t believe he did that. I want it again. But with the way he looked and talked to Brooklynn, I am left feeling utterly confused.

I slip the hockey jersey on over my head, then tuck the front of it into my high-waisted leggings and billow it out at the waist. I don’t know if this is a vibe or whatever the girls said. But this is all I have.

I’m all about comfort, and being warm is comforting. So, unlike some of the other girls, I won't be going there to look cute. I’ll be toasty and watch some hockey.