Page 116 of Ricochet
He gave us what we both needed.
His hand comes up, his fingers rubbing against my lips, smearing them with my own cum. The taste of my blood still lingers on my tongue. He kisses me to taste all of me.
“I’m never letting you go, baby,” he whispers against my lips, still breathless. “You were always meant to be mine.”
There’s been more between us since five years ago than I realized before now.
Because of the childhood abuse I endured, Stone murdered my stepdad. Because he killed Lewis, something was born in me. For the longest time, I thought it was a poison, a cancer. But then he came back and showed me that’s not what it was at all.
It was the other half ofhim.
The missing piece that he needed, the piece that needed him to finally be whole.
Like that puck on the ice that ricocheted off the boards between us, we’ve been ricocheting off each other this whole time.
It’s been nearly a weeksince Eric broke into my apartment, and we haven’t seen him since. Coach told the team that he came down with pneumonia, which I am entirely positive is a crock of shit.
I almost hope it’s not. I almost hope he’s on his fucking deathbed.
The only reason I addalmostis because of Callum.
That boy really does have me wrapped around his finger if I’m not praying for Eric’s certain demise because it would upset him.
However, I’m not going to complain that he’s been absent. Or that I haven’t had a knock on my door from the cops. Still, it’d probably be a good idea if I laid low for a bit. Callum agrees.
He’s also been wearing the marks I gave him that day proudly. I offered to cover them with makeup the first couple of days, but he refused, which presented some problems for me. Every time I saw them, I remembered when I gave them to him,and my cock wanted to sink into him. Obviously, I couldn’t do that in class.
I’ll admit I love marking him, putting my stamp on him for everyone to see. I think it also helps that he gets off on it, that he loves them as much as I do.
When they started fading and turning yellow around the edges, he begged me to freshen them up while we were in my bed and my cock was deep in his ass.
Of course, I obliged.
I’m not sure which one of us I should blame for me currently being distracted while we’re supposed to be suiting up for our second game against New Hampshire. My eyes keep landing on those deep purple marks, and all I want to do is rip off his pads.
But this is a big game. It’s our last one before winter break until after Christmas. We also lost to these assholes yesterday, so we’re all out for blood.
We take the ice for the first period, and I win the face-off, passing the puck off to Nate. It goes back and forth across the red line so many times I start to get dizzy. Fitz blocks as many shots to the net as the other team’s goalie does. New Hampshire gets away with too many legal checks on our guys, and every time we retaliate, we fuck up and get penalties called. They’ve already had two power plays and scored on one of them.
The first period ends with us down zero to one.
In the locker room, Coach is fuming. He looks about ready to end our lives.
“You ladies can fucking do better than that! Fitz is the only one out there actually doing his goddamn job.”
I’ll give him that. Fitz has definitely improved since the start of the season.
Coach picks up someone’s stray glove off the floor and hurls it across the room, not giving a fuck if he hits anyone. Heads duck, but it still hits one of the third-line defensemen.
“What have I always told you? Play dirty when you can get away with it, but always play smart. You fucks aren’t doing either.”
Coach has always been wound a bit tight, especially during games. Even more when we’re losing. However, something hasdefinitelycrawled up his ass. More than usual. His rage is a bit surprising.
Not that he’s got anything on mine.
Glancing at Callum, I see a small smirk playing on his lips, and I wonder if he’s thinking the same thing.
Toward the end of the second period, I get tripped by the opposing left winger’s skate and go down on the ice. Hard. I’m not used to taking a fall like that, but I shake it off quickly. Callum skates over and helps me to my feet, his brow furrowed, as number eighteen gets sent to the penalty box, giving us a power play for the remaining two minutes of the period.