Game day and I’m on fucking fire! Home barn advantage means the Jacksonville crowd is roaring. Chants of “Duuuuuval” fill the air as the Rays slice up the ice.
I’ve already made one goal and one assist. As a defenseman known for grinding guys into the boards, shots on goal are rare for me. But I saw an opening in the second period and I took it all the way to the net. My assist was a lucky open shot to Sully at the top of the third. He put it right through the five-hole. The Panthers goalie didn’t even know what hit him.
Two minutes left in this game and we’re up by two. The Panthers are giving it everything, but our offense is playing stronger than ever. All the action is down at their zone. Which is great for us because Mars is still out of the net. His big return game is Friday night.
Focus. Pass the puck. Keep bringing the heat.
Novy and I are a great pair. He’s a fast skater and hard as nails. He pounds number 15 into the boards, shooting the puck across to me. I work fast, shooting it down the ice to Langley. But then a huge, Panthers D-man comes slamming into him, checking him down to the ice with a brutal crunch.
Seeing red, I surge forward off my line, taking the fight to him. We lock shoulders, grunting as we bat at the puck between our feet. I bite down on my mouth guard, groaning as I give him an almighty shove, working myself and the puck free.
Just as I’m about to pass the puck up to Sully, their other D-man covers him, forcing him back. Making an instinctual decision, I dart left towards center, taking the puck with me. I’m looking for someone—anyone—to pass it to. But the tables have turned, and all my forwards have turned into defensemen, battling the Panthers back to clear my way.
It happens in seconds. I skate right down the slot, the ice beneath my feet turning blue. Any closer and I’ll be giving the goalie a kiss. I feel the rush of guys surging behind me. I’m gonna get checked into this goalie. And then I’ll have a pile of Panthers on me, gloves off, punching me bloody.
Rule number one in Hockey: never touch the goalie.
In a panic, I spray ice to stop and fake right, darting left to clear the net. With a flick of my stick, I send the puck into the corner of the net just as the Panthers D-man slams into his own goalie, skating too fast to stop in time.
The cherry lights up, the sirens blast, and the arena erupts in cheers as I hear Bruno Mars singing “Uptown Funk” over the surround sound for the second time tonight. That’s my song. The song they play when I score a goal.
The team skates in, surrounding me. They’re all talking at once, slamming my pads and cheering me on. I’m so high on adrenaline, I’m shaking like a leaf. But I’ve got to focus. One minute left in this game.
The coach calls for the last shift change, and I dart off the ice with Novy, dropping down to the bench to the cheers of the crowd pounding on the plexiglass behind me. The other defensemen on the bench all pat my back and congratulate me. It’s rare to have such an offense-forward game. I’m not used to the attention.
I watch the last thirty seconds play out, the Panthers scrapping for one more shot on goal. But it won’t matter. We’ve won. I take my helmet off and grab a water bottle, squeezing it over my head, letting the ice-cold water cool the fire in my blood.
Glancing down the bench, I see Caleb standing in the corner, his arms crossed, grinning at me. I know he’s impressed. Hell, I’ve impressed myself.
The buzzer goes off to end the game, and the Rays fans erupt. I ride my high all the way to the locker room as the guys spray me with beer and Sully gives me the game puck. Coach Johnson drags me out of the showers to do press and I’m still humming.
All the while, I’m looking everywhere for her.
Rachel wasn’t on the bench tonight. Did she see any of the game? God, I hope she did. I can’t help it. I’m that guy who wants his girl in the stands, wearing his jersey, cheering him on, making heart eyes through the plexiglass.
I make my escape from the press area. As I head towards the locker room, I pass Avery. “Hey man, you seen Doctor Price around?”
“Do I look like her keeper?” he replies, stalking off.
I shake my head. That guy always has a burr up his ass about something. Some of the guys are starting to complain. Langley won’t even use him anymore. Shrugging it off, I turn down another hallway and that’s when I see her. Rachel is coming out a doorway at the end of the hall with a box of supplies in her hands.
“Hey,” I call out.
Her tired expression vanishes as she sees me, her face lighting up. “Hey! You played so amazing tonight, Jake. Really—”
I silence her with a kiss, wrapping both my arms around her as I crunch whatever she’s holding between us.
“Jake—” she gasps against my lips. “Someone will see.”
“I don’t care,” I growl. “I’m tired of hiding. Tired of pretending I’m not with you when I am.”
“Jake,” she sighs. “We’ve talked about this—”
“No talking,” I grunt, pressing my lips to hers again. “Not now. Kiss me like I just single-handedly won an NHL game.”
She laughs against my lips. “You feeling pretty good? Are you the big man tonight?”
My hands rove, one slipping inside the back of her pants as the other cups her face. “Seattle, I need you,” I say, dropping my face to her neck and breathing her in. God, she smells so good. We do our laundry together now, so our clothes have begun to smell the same. Whatever detergent we use, now I smell it every time I pull on a t-shirt. It’s her, it’s me. It’s us. And I’ll never get enough.
“We’re at work,” she chastises, balancing her little box of tape and bandages.
“I don’t fucking care. Baby, I need you. Need to be inside you.” I press her against me so she can feel just how serious I am.
“Jake…” She says my name like a sigh and a prayer, and I need to hear it again. I need to be inside her when she says it.
Things have been so crazy this week with all our conflicting schedules and games. We’re out of sync and I hate it. I need her. I need us to be in sync again.
She pushes against my shoulders. “We’re in a hallway.”
“Then think fast, because I’m not stopping,” I growl, my hand diving up under her shirt to cup her breast over her bra.
She gasps, her box of supplies dropping to the floor. The bandages rattle as the tapes roll away. “Jake—”
“I want you so goddamn much,” I groan. “I need you, Seattle. Miss you. Need to fuck you. Now.”
“Oh god,” she gasps. “Come on.”
Grabbing my hand, she pulls me back down the little hallway to the door that leads through into a storage room. Several rows of metal shelves house all kinds of equipment from first aid to cleaning supplies to boxes and boxes of skate laces and stick tape. A pile of old sticks is stacked in the corner, and a few rows of goalie nets are stacked up, some missing the netting.
The door shuts behind us and she’s turning in my arms, her hands going up around my neck. “You feeling good tonight?”
“So fucking good,” I mutter, my lips chasing hers.
“Yeah? You want to ride your adrenaline high a little longer?” she teases, her hand dipping into my shorts to cup my rock-hard dick. “Wanna fuck me, angel?”
“Every hour of every day,” I groan, shoving my hand up under her shirt to unhook her bra. That gives me a bit more wiggle room to cup her breasts. Flipping her Rays polo shirt up with her bra, I expose her peaked nipple and sink my mouth around it with a groan, flicking and teasing her the way I know she likes.
“Take me, Jake,” she pants, shimmying her pants halfway down her thighs and putting my hand between her legs. “Fucking own me. Show me why I’m yours.”
“Fuck,” I growl, my fingers sliding through her wetness. I slow down, taking a breath with my eyes closed as I just let myself feel her. Her presence, her warm breath on my cheek, the heat of her core. From the first moment we met in Seattle, it hasn’t faded for me, this feeling of rightness, this feeling of wanting to be where she is.
She’s my girl. Mine. And I’m hers. And I’m done hiding.
“Come here.” I take her by the shoulders and walk her backwards until she’s bumping into the stack of old nets. “Turn around,” I growl. “Hands on the crossbar.”
She turns, bending herself over the top of the crossbar as I tug her pants further down, smoothing my rough hands over the round curves of her ass. She hums her need, pressing against me.
Desperate for that moment of connection, I free my rock-hard cock. Palming it roughly, I step in closer to her. “Spread wider, baby girl,” I pant, bending my knees to get at the right angle. I love taking her from behind. I get deeper and she feels tighter. We work as a team to get into position, my cock right there at her entrance, pressing in.
“Yes,” she hisses, her face falling forward onto her elbows as I slam all the way in.
We both groan, our bodies humming with that first feeling of connection. I pant, holding her hips as I work myself in and out, her wetness coating my hard shaft. “Baby, you feel so good,” I mutter, rocking into her. “I love you so much. Need you so bad. I want everyone to know.”
“Jake—” Her words are cut short as a noise behind us has us both gasping.
The door to the storage room squeaks opens to reveal Mars standing there in his pre-game warmup clothes. Rachel’s discarded box of medical supplies is balanced in his hand. She gasps, her whole body going tense against me. I’m still buried to the hilt inside her pussy while I’ve got her pressed up against a stack of goalie nets.
Oh shit…
The door clicks shut behind Mars and then he’s moving, his heated gaze locked on us. He drops the box to the floor, uncaring as the pieces rattle away.
“Not the face,” I grunt, unsure of what will happen next.
But then he’s stepping right past me to her, cupping her face as he bends down to kiss her senseless. I stand there, watching as she pours her heat into him. He’s fierce, gripping her hair and jerking her head back. She moans against his mouth, arching up against the crossbar as she slams her hips against me, working her pussy over my hard shaft.
Oh fuck, she wants me to keep going.
I missed out on the shower threesome, which earned Cay salty eggs and burned bacon the next morning. Since then I’ve seen Mars kissing Rachel and there was a playful moment on the couch where we passed her around for a hot and heavy make out session, but we were all too tired to do more.
He hasn’t shared her with me yet. Not like this. Not a full-on double team. Testing his limits, I slam into her, and she moans, her pussy clenching me tighter. “Good girl,” I groan. “You take me so fucking well.”
He tenses, a low growl in his throat. Hey, if he’s gonna learn to share with me, he better get use to an audio track, because I’m a talker.
She breaks her kiss with Mars, and he straightens himself upright, his gaze dark as he watches me fuck her against the net. She arches into me, loving every second.
I smooth my hand up her back under her polo shirt. “You love to be watched. Don’t you, baby girl?”
“Yes,” she hums, her pussy squeezing me tighter.
“Such a good fucking girl. This pussy is heaven. So tight and warm. Isn’t it, Mars?” I add, glancing over at him. I know how badly she wants this, and I want to make it happen for her. She wants the four of us to be together. “I think our girl might need more,” I say. “She loves to be filled.”
I pound her with each statement, and I know she’s close. He better fucking decide what he’s doing. “You just wanna watch this time, big guy? Wanna watch me show you how to use these nets?”
With a growl, he fists her hair, tipping her face back to look at him. “You want more, Rakas?”
“Yes. Please, Mars. Oh god, please—”
I slow my pace as he steps in, pulling her off the top of the crossbar. We have to shuffle and then he’s dropping his shorts just enough to release the beast. I groan, loving this angle as I watch my girl take him in her mouth. Mars holds her by the shoulders, rocking against her. I work my hips too, matching his pace until we’re owning her from both ends.
I never thought I’d want to share my girl with another man, but there’s something about seeing her like this that just does it for me. Rachel is a moaning mess, sucking and gagging on his huge dick as she takes me so well, her warm pussy squeezing me, bringing me right to that edge.
“Baby, I’m gonna come,” I groan. My hips jerk once, twice, and then I’m filling her as she squeezes me so tight, chasing her own orgasm.
Mars follows us, his hips stilling as he unleashes. I watch as she chokes and gags, swallowing him down. After a moment, he releases her, and she gasps for breath. One of her shaky hands goes up to clutch the crossbar.
I slip out of her, leaving my hands on her hips to steady her. I work quickly to right myself then her, slipping her pants up over her bare ass with my mess between her legs. Mars does the same. At least if someone comes in, they won’t see us all mid-fuck. But Rachel is still folded over the net, delirious as she gathers her senses.
Now that the heat of release is burned out of me, a cooler head is prevailing. Fuck, this was reckless. Anyone could have come in. Someone did come in. We’re just lucky it was Mars. It could have been Avery. That asshole would have gone stomping around the whole arena ratting us out.
Mars leans over her, whispering something I can’t hear as he brushes her hair back from her face. She nods and he kisses her brow. Then he steps away. “You played well tonight,” he says at me, dropping to one knee to gather the medical supplies. He hands the box out towards me.
“Thanks,” I say, still feeling breathless as I take the box.
He holds onto it, looking in my eyes. “I like you, Compton.”
I blink, glancing down at Rachel and back to the giant Finn. “I like you too, Mars.”
“I like you for Rachel,” he adds.
“Same,” I reply, unsure of where this is going.
“Good,” he says in that deep voice. “Please take this as the only warning I will give: Fuck our girl against one of my nets again, and I’ll cut off your pretty little cock. Understood?”
Aaaand, there he is.
“Sure thing, Mars,” I reply with a cheeky salute.
He rolls his eyes and turns away.
“Hey, does that rule apply to your stall in the locker room too?”
He growls, not turning around.
“Okay, wait. Hear me out,” I say, knowing I’m gonna get punched. “What about on the ice mid-game? Do you think we could work around it? Or have like, some kind of hand signal for you to scoot over?”
The door slams shut behind him.
Rachel snorts, pushing up off the crossbar. “You’re so ridiculous. He’s going to punch you if you don’t cool it with the teasing.”
“Worth it,” I reply with a grin, stepping forward to wrap her in my arms again. “Don’t pretend like you don’t love my stupid ass.”
“I do,” she replies, her gaze sobering a bit as she brushes my hair off my brow with a flick of her fingers. “Jake, I really do.”
