Forever Pucked(15)

"What about my pre-game good luck kiss? How'm I gonna get that from you  if I don't see you before I leave?" His voice is low, the way it gets  when he's thinking about sex.

I cross my legs as the fountain of beave turns on. "I gave you loads of  good luck kisses this morning. Those aren't going to carry you through?"

His words come out even grittier. "Those were hours ago. They don't count."

He's so cute. "None of them count? Not even the ones I gave Super MC? Or the one my beaver gave him?"

Alex groans. "That visual is burned into my brain for all eternity. You know this means I have to rub one out on my own, right?"                       
       
           



       

"I promise me and the beave will take care of you and Super MC tonight after the game, okay?"

Alex sighs. "Fine. Come by the locker room on your way to your seat, though. I'll make sure they know you're coming."

"Are you feeling nostalgic? You want to bang me in the locker room again?"

I'm rewarded with another deep sigh. "Yes, but that's not why I want you  to stop by. I'm getting my kiss before I hit the ice tonight. We need a  win, and I need your lips."

I shiver at his tone. He's been intense in bed lately-like, locker room intense.

"Okay, and after the game you can have them anywhere you want them."

"I like the sound of that."

I peek around the office to make sure no one's listening and lower my voice. "My beaver's already drooly."

"I fucking love how wet you get for me."

"Only for you, Alex."

This is a weenie lie. I mean, no one turns me on like Alex, but it  really doesn't take much to make my beaver drool. I've always been this  way.

Alex doesn't need to know that though, and any kind of ego stroke,  especially after losing the last two games, is good for his pre-game  morale.

"That's right. Only for me, baby."

"You and Super MC. I'll see you soon, okay?"

"Uh-huh. I love you, Violet."

He hangs up before I can respond, likely because he's jacking off.

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Just like he asked, I stop by the locker room before settling into my  front row seat at center ice, and as he said, the security dudes are  expecting me. Of course, they aren't expecting Charlene, Lily, and Sunny  to be tagging along. And neither is Alex.

Instead of it being him and me, there are suddenly eight of us: four  smelly, horny hockey boys-because no matter how much they wash their  jerseys and pads, they always smell like the inside of a hockey bag-and  four equally horned-up women.

The potential for a serious mouth fuck is thwarted by the awkwardness of  too many witnesses, at least for me, but it doesn't seem to stop Balls  and Lily from trying to get each other off with their clothes on. I  settle for a less aggressive, mini mouth fuck with promises of more  later, when no one is watching or listening-and Lily isn't moaning right  beside me.

Buck has to pry Balls off her so he can finish getting ready. He's all  pads and no jersey, and it's actually pretty entertaining. Even with  Buck attached to his back, he won't leave Lily alone.

"You really are a Horny Nut Sac, aren't you?" I ask.

He grins, possibly at my commentary, but doesn't look my way at all.  Instead he rubs Lily's bottom lip with his thumb. "What do you say to no  sleep tonight, luscious?"

"Sounds like fun." She bites his thumb.

"Which we all know is code for sex. Okay, let's go, Balls. We have a  game to play before you can get her naked." Buck is only successful  because Lily steps back and Sunny shuffles Lily behind her, hiding her  from view. That seems to break Randy out of his trance, so they're able  to corral him back into the locker room.

"Are you two planning to find a bathroom to screw in after the game?" I ask Lily.

I'm only kind of joking. Lily and Randy seem to have a strange affinity  for getting it on in bathrooms, even when there are perfectly good  bedrooms available.

"Depends on whether Randy can wait until we get back to his place tonight." Lily seems strangely serious.

We make our way through the stadium to our awesome seats. My mom and  Sidney, my stepdad, are already there, talking to a couple. Actually,  Sidney's doing all the talking while my mom and the other woman stare at  him. Sidney always knows someone, being a scout and Buck's dad and all.  We settle into our seats and order drinks and snacks.

The games have become a lot more fun now that we're all dating these  super-hot hockey players and attend them together. I can't believe I  used to read books while they played. Now I can't take my eyes off the  action.

"I hope they win tonight," Sunny says from my left, sipping what looks  like juice. Along with not eating animals, Sunny doesn't like beer. Not  that one is related to the other in any way.

Chicago needs a win to get some morale back. They lost against Buffalo  when Lance got a five-minute penalty, leaving them down a player in the  final period of the game. Buffalo scored not one, but two goals during  that time, and Chicago never recovered the lead. They lost the game  before that as well, but there wasn't a penalty to blame it on, just  some sloppy playing and chippy behavior.

Alex has been staying out of the penalty box for the most part, but I  can see his frustration on the ice when things aren't going the way he'd  like. It's tough after taking home the Cup; the expectation of  repeating the previous season is unreasonable, but they still want the  glory. Making it to the finals last season means they had a shorter  off-season and less time to recover, which put them at a disadvantage  this season right from the start.                       
       
           



       

Add to that a change in team trainer-Tash, who had been training the  guys for the past two years, was recently replaced by a guy named Evan  Smart-and it's been a rough season.

The Chicago crowd goes crazy when the team takes the ice. Women scream  the names of the players they want to get naked with. Some girl a few  rows back starts bellowing Ballistic's name. Lily, who's managed to  convert him from a serial player into a one-vagina man, turns to check  out the yodeler. She pales and coughs out an expletive, so I turn around  to see what's going on.

There's a blond chick dressed in very little, considering we're in a  cold arena surrounded by ice, and she's holding up a homemade sign. It  looks like something I might've made in junior high. A selfie of her and  Randy, in color, takes up half the posterboard. It's captioned with: I  WANT TO GET BALLED BY BALLISTIC AGAIN!

I cup my hands and yell, "Nice sign! Super classy!"

I should probably keep my mouth shut, based on the death stare I get  from her, but her reaction fuels my desire to poke her with the  proverbial stick-although not the kind she wants to handle.

"You're a little too late! This one over here actually owns Balls' balls now." It sounded funnier in my head.

Lily slouches in her seat. Charlene looks back to see who I'm yelling at and elbows me. "What're you doing?"

"Being an idiot."

The blond hockey hooker gives me the bird and turns her ragey eyes to the back of Lily's head.

"What happens when you have to go pee and she follows you to the  bathroom and sprays you in the eyes with her glitter body mist?"  Charlene asks calmly.

"You'll be my bodyguard. Or I'll get my mom to come along and she can mortify her into leaving me alone."

The team skates around the rink, and of course, Alex pauses to tap the  glass and wink at me. Darren follows and takes a moment to stop in front  of Charlene. He pulls at the front of his jersey. Charlene unravels the  scarf around her neck and touches the pearl necklace she's wearing.

It's so weird that that's their thing. We've talked about pearl  necklaces before, but I thought it was more of a joke. Maybe it's not.  Maybe Darren really likes to jizz on her throat. The necklace would  suggest that. Actually, it's more of a choker.

I glance at Darren again in time to see him mouth, Your ass is mine. At least that's what it looks like he says.

"Oh my God. You let him in your Area 51?" I shriek. Thankfully, it's loud enough in the arena that most people can't hear me.

Darren skates away, and Charlene turns her attention to me. "What?"

"Your Area 51! You let Darren near it?"

Charlene looks confused as she strokes the pearls around her neck. As  much as I constantly overshare my sexual exploits with her, she hasn't  been sharing all that much with me, aside from the conversations we've  had about blowies. Obviously she and Darren have sex. Often. I mean, she  says they do, and she has no reason to lie.

"What's that code for?" she finally asks.

"What's what code for?"

I look over to see Buck skate by and blow Sunny a kiss. Several girls  behind her start screaming like they're having spontaneous, simultaneous  orgasms.