“Please, people, we are in a family setting. Besides, I’m sure you can wait. What was it last time? Two minutes and a half by the time he was done?” I blink at him, grabbing her beer, and taking a huge swallow. He glares at me, making me smile.
“It was longer than two minutes. Tell her, hot stuff.” He coaxes Meghan to fight for his honor, but she shrugs her shoulders.
“I don’t really remember. You know what we should do? We should time it tonight, all night, and let her know tomorrow.” She kisses him on his lips while he whispers something in her ear, making her giggle.
The crowd starts roaring, flying to their feet when the teams make it on the ice. It’s season opener, which means each member of the team is introduced one at a time. The captain always goes last, so when it gets to Cooper the stadium erupts so loud Allison puts her hands to her ears. Matthew is howling with the rest of the crowd.
Cooper skates up to center in and raises his stick in the air, saluting the crowd, his helmet half on his head half off. After the anthem is sung, it’s time to drop the puck.
I am not going to lie. I was afraid he wouldn’t be ready. That I didn’t train him enough, but all that is put to rest the minute he skates up with the puck overtaking the defenseman and taking his first shot of the night. That one saved by the goalie. But just looking at the hunger in his eye, you know he’s back and better than fucking ever!
By the time the game finishes Allison is in my arms half cheering half asleep on my shoulder. Matthew is the one having the best time I’ve seen him having in a long time. He’s socializing with the rest of the team’s brothers. He’s right in there. High fiving, fist bumping, and doing whatever guys do when their teams win.
They announce the stars of the game, and it’s no surprise that Cooper is first. He skates around the ice, throwing out three pucks. When he gets to our section, he motions to Allison and throws the puck over. Matthew catches it for her and gives it right to her. She takes it and cuddles it to her chest. “Momma, he gabe me the puck.” She grins like a fool.
Tom has already left to go to do some postgame interviews. We are walking out of the arena when my phone buzzes in my pocket.
It seems my girls are good luck. Meet me at the bar in the hotel. Postgame drinks.
I smile to myself, typing out my response.
Maybe…
He’s fast to respond.
Maybe my ass!
The walk to the hotel takes us less than ten minutes. I walk Allison to her room and tuck her in. She’s taking the puck to bed and makes me promise to come get her when we wake up. Matthew was invited back to someone’s room to play Xbox or PlayStation or something like that and will be joining them later.
“Okay, let’s hit that bar,” I say to Meghan.
“Um, you, my friend, are going to change into something sexier. Your man just won the game, his teammates will be there, and probably that fucking plastic Barbie, so you are coming with me, and we are going to change you to puck bunny style.”
I roll my eyes at her and know that even if I argue with her this is a dead end.
“Okay, fine, let’s go change. I think I brought my leather pants.” I throw my eyebrows up.
“You brought those and wore jeans to this game? Ugh, focus on the prize, Parker. Focus.”
“I’m not wearing fucking leather pants to an arena. That’s ridiculous.”
I walk ahead of her, not giving her a chance to say anything. Once I close the door, I change my clothes. My leather pants fit me like a second glove. I pair it with a loose camisole style top that is black and sheer. Both sides are attached with silver zippers. Then I grab my black Christian Louboutin slingbacks and put on my chunky silver necklace and bracelets, completing the look. Once I change my purse to my small clutch, I look at Meghan and curtsy.
“Better, your majesty?”
“Your body is rockin’. I mean, if I were into vagina I’d do you, and if we weren’t related and shit.”
“How much beer did you consume?” I ask her with a chuckle.
“Enough to make it last all night.” She winks at me and slaps my ass.
“What do the hockey players say before hitting the ice? You can do this, boys? Is that it?” She looks at me confused.
“I think they say ‘let’s go, boys’, but every team is different.”
“Okay, we’ll make our own, ‘let’s go get some cock’,” she says, not even trying to whisper.
“Oh, you are going to last all night. All night in a coma the way you’re going!”
She fluffs her boobs up to give her the extra push. “Let’s just go, shall we?”