Page 55 of Shootout
“I missed you when we were on that road trip,” he murmured with his lips against my nipple.
“I missed you, too.” I admitted a truth I hadn’t admitted to myself.
“I want you so bad it hurts.”
I didn’t respond because I felt the same way. Instead, I showed him. I ran my hand down his thigh to the bulge pressing against his jeans and milked his erection.
“You’re killing me, babe.”
“You’re doing the same to me.” I unbuttoned his fly and pushed my hand down his underwear, grasped his long thick cock, and stroked up and down the length.
“Fuck.” His groan was muffled as he pushed his face between my breasts. He lifted his head. His mouth was on mine, all hot and demanding, stripping the last vestige of control from my body. His windows were heavily tinted. If we moved to a deserted parking lot or something and crawled into the back seat—
We leaped apart when someone pounded on the driver’s side door. Banks muttered several choice four-letter words, including a few in foreign languages, which I’m guessing he learned from European teammates over the years.
I quickly yanked down my bra and shirt while Banks zipped up his jeans. He cast an exasperated glance my way.
“Slate, open up,” yelled a familiar drunken voice.
“Fucking idiots,” he muttered, rolling down his window. His two rookie roommates swayed drunkenly on the driver’s side of the car.
“We need a ride home, Slate. We’re too drunk to find the place on our own,” Felix said with a belch. He slid down the side of the SUV and crumpled in a heap on the wet city street, laughing the entire time.
“Shithead not remember address.” Yuri wasn’t in much better shape, but at least he could still stand. Banks’s sigh reverberated with exasperation.
“I have to take them home.”
I nodded. “Drop me off first. It’s on your way.”
“Are you sure?” Disappointment crossed his handsome face.
“Positive.”
Banks wasn’t happy, but with a muffled curse, he got out of the SUV and manhandled Felix into the back seat, strapping him in with the seat belt. After a few failed attempts, Yuri managed to grapple his way into his seat and fumbled with the seat belt until he had it fastened.
“We interrupt sex?” Yuri asked with an intoxicated grin and a burp.
Banks exchanged an almost amused look with me. “Nah, we were just talking.”
Yuri snorted in disbelief. “I not understand you Americans.”
“Sometimes we don’t understand ourselves,” Banks said wryly.
From the back seat, Felix snored like a lion, totally passed out.
“He’s not going to have a good night tomorrow night.” I turned to Banks, referring to playing hockey with a hangover.
“Hopefully, he’s a healthy scratch,” Banks agreed.
“I’m sure he will be after Coach takes one look at him.”
“Coach Gorst has a sixth sense when it comes to shit like this. They’ll pay greatly for being hungover at practice. He’ll do it in a subtle yet brutal way that’ll prove his point while not damaging their confidence.”
“I bet he will.” I had to smirk. Gorst had a rep as a fair coach who expected complete dedication to hockey.
By the time Banks pulled to the curb of my building, both rookies were passed out in the back seat with a symphony of snoring. Banks walked me to the locked double doors. I pulled out my key card. The safe thing to do would’ve been to wave at him and step inside, but I wasn’t that strong. I faced him. We were quiet for a long while. I’d guess he didn’t know what to say any more than I did. The interruption hadn’t been welcome on my part but probably a good thing.
“Are you coming to my game tomorrow night?” His voice sounded earnest as if he really cared if I attended.
