She peers up at me with those jade colored eyes that I adore and says nothing for a moment. The seconds tick by, and she just looks at me. When she pulls away from me, I furrow my brows. Then, like an act of fucking magic, she pulls her hair into a messy bun, and smirks at me.
“Game on, B.”
Game on indeed, Vallie.
My heart was pounding loudly in my chest. My hair was falling down, and my jeans were sticking to my body from the sweat. Playing hockey in street clothes was not a good idea.
Bishop and I were shoving each other back and forth at the boards for the puck that was trapped there. We were in his zone. All he had to do was win this battle for the puck and slip it inside the empty net.
His thighs bump into mine, and my butt pushes into his crotch as I shove him out of my way. The sounds of our sticks echo through the arena, and our heavy breathing is the only type of communication going on.
In a normal game, I wouldn’t be focused on how the defender feels pressed against me. The sexual tension that surrounds us is something you can feel in the air. This wasn’t just hockey. It was like our mating ritual.
Each bump of his skin on mine sends me into a state of frenzy. He shoves me hard into the boards, pinning me there with his stick across my back, which would definitely be a penalty in an actual game. His entire front half presses onto my backside. I can feel how hard he is through jeans, and it makes me fight off a moan.
The puck is between my legs, but Bishop isn’t paying attention to that. He’s pressing himself into me, making my world go hazy. Every breath, I feel. Every shift, I feel. We are moving as one, but towards different directions.
Maybe that’s how our souls split in the first place.
“Vallie,” he whispers in a breathless smoky tone that makes me want to fall apart.
I squeeze my eyes shut, taking a deep breath. I slip my skate inward, knocking the puck away from us. I shove my back into his chest, giving me enough space to get away from him. I gather the puck on my blade and start shredding down the ice to my end.
Bishop gains on me quickly, circling around me so he is skating backwards in front of me. The net closes in on me, and then everything after that is slow motion. I drag the puck, causing him to break position to go for it, but I quickly toe drag around him. With the same motion, I pull it to my back hand and shoot the puck right inside the white net.
3-2
I won.
Game over.
I drop my stick, placing my hands on my knees trying to catch my breath.
The first time we did this all those years ago he’d won 3-1, and it nearly crushed my ego. We were playing the same rules, the same game, but the stakes were raised. This was the future of us on the line.
I turn on my skates, facing Bishop who is staring at me with a passive look on his face.
I was playing to win, to redeem myself for the first time we did this. I was proving a point to myself. Proving that I was the hockey player I always knew I could be. Bishop was fighting for our love, he was giving it his all, and I beat him.
Fair and square.
The prize that came with winning wasn’t what I was battling for. I knew the moment he said what we were playing for what I wanted.
I wanted him.
I’d always want him.
My future belongs to him, and I think I always knew that.
We’re both looking at each other trying to catch our breaths. We’re covered in sweat, and the emotions coursing through both of us have never been higher. My eyes meet his, blue meeting green once again. An ongoing battle.
I move towards him quickly, and he meets me halfway. I toss my arms around his shoulders, pulling his head down to meet my lips. It’s electric, just like the first time he kissed me. I moan into his mouth as he wraps his arm around my waist lifting me up off the ice.
I carefully wrap my legs around him, careful not to slice him with the blades on my skates. I move my mouth hungrily and he matches my energy. Our breath is huffing into each other's mouths as we move together.
“I don’t have a condom, are you clean?” I mumble into our kiss. I wasn’t going to fool myself; Bishop was one of the NHL’s biggest stars. I wouldn’t have blamed him if he slept with someone else. I had.
He smirks, running his tongue across my bottom lip. “The only way I wouldn’t be is if you lied about being a virgin.”
I pull away from the kiss slightly, looking into his eyes. There is no fucking way.
“You haven’t slept with anyone since we broke up?”
He leans his forehead on mine. “What was the point? All I would see when I would be inside of them would be you.”
My stomach flutters into a mess of butterflies. I press my lips back to his, replying with my body instead of my words. I dig my teeth into his bottom lip roughly, pulling it out and sucking on it. He groans into me, and I notice he has been skating with me in his arms. We have arrived at the penalty box. He shoves the door open with his free hand and lays me on the bench.
My hair spills around me, and I whine when he pulls away from me.
“I’ve got to get these skates off you. I love you, but I’m not into knife play.” His voice is masked with lust, but it doesn’t distract me from the fact, he just told me he loved me.
Instead of my heart exploding in my chest, the pieces start to fold back together. Bishop and I had always had a backward relationship. We never did anything in order. We had started as two broken people and throughout the years we had healed each other.
“Did you just say you loved me?” I say as he hurries to get his skates off, once they are both off, he starts undoing mine.
“You’re surprised?” he says with a smirk on his handsome face as he looks up from between my legs as he slowly takes off my laces.
I shrug, fighting a blush as heat surges to my core. I can’t think of anything else when he is down there like that. My body is in one mood and in one mood only when Bishop is kneeling between my thighs, and that’s climaxing.
“You’ve never said it before,” I say softly.
His eyes zero in on me. He looks like a rabid dog craving a bone, ravenous.
Bishop’s starving and I’m food.
His lips are tilted in that panty dropping smirk, it causes his eyes to squint slightly, and the left side of his face rises. I watch his tongue drag across his bottom lip. It’s dangerous.
“Vallie baby, I’ve been telling you I love you for years now.” His voice is like lava on my skin, it pours across my body leaving me scorched.
Once my skates are off he goes for my pants, undoing them quickly and jerking the material down. His hands run the length of my legs, when his hands reach my waist he pulls me on top of him. Bishop’s body is straddling the bench and I’m straddling Bishop.
My fingers work to release him from the material in his jeans. My hand grips his thick member, rubbing up and down softly. The veins are bulging on both sides, and hot pre-cum leaks from the tip.
Bishop’s head dips into the space between my neck and shoulder, leaving kisses along the column of my throat. Soft moans filter through the air as his gentle lips pepper me in open-mouthed kisses.
“I tell you I love you when I tug on that curl of hair every time I see you,” he whispers. The mixture of his voice and his mouth on me has my body jerking forward. I want him inside of me so badly. Every atom in my body is pulling me closer to him.