She doesn’t get to answer because Pops sits back down.
“Do you like your roommates?” He asks.
That starts the conversation about my life here. Presley has heard more about it then Pops, so I fill him in. The entire time I’m talking and then talking in between eating, all I can think about is Presley. She’s sitting right next to me! I mean, I knew that I missed her, but having her beside me has made me realize just how much. Smarty will be heading back before I even feel like she’s been here long enough. It’s never long enough, honestly. I beat my dad to the bill and then Presley rides with me as we follow him to the hotel they are staying in for the night.
“Are you coming up?” Smarty grins at me when we pull into the parking lot.
“I can’t. I have to get back.” She frowns, and I quickly add, “Don’t worry, Presley. I’ll be with you all night.” Once I’ve parked, I lean towards her and give her a little kiss. “All night,” I repeat.
“You’re such a tease.” She smiles. “The wait wouldn’t be so bad if I hadn’t seen you yet. You better make it worth it.”
I grin. “Have I ever disappointed?” When she giggles and shakes her head, I wish for anything that I could stay. “I’ll help you two with your bags, but then I have to go.”
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We get out and I do as I said, walking them up to their rooms after they checkin. Pops gives me a hug, wishes me luck, and then retires to his room.
“Sure you can’t stay for a few minutes?” She teases by walking her fingers down my chest towards the top of my jeans.
I shake my head, grabbing her hips to pull her against me. “I’m already running behind, Presley. I love you.”
“I love you too.”
With a quick kiss, I leave. If I had kissed her any longer, I wouldn’t have been able to drag myself away. For the rest of the evening though, I have to push Presley out of my mind, so I can focus on the game. My nerves are jittery, especially with Pops and Presley watching, but I’m really excited too. I feel like I’m ready, but I won’t know until I hit that ice. It’s still crazy to think of where I am right now, but it’s definitely where I want to be.
Being away from Presley and Pops is hard, but hockey beckons me with a force so much stronger. Life would be terrible without it. The feeling I get every time I play is my addiction, and it’s only increased since being here. Skating into the ice is a breath of fresh air. Before the first period starts, I find Presley in the crowd, but then I push her out of my mind for the rest of the game. It’s so much more intense but instantly, it’s one of the best games of my life.
In the second period, I score my first goal, and it’s the greatest feeling in the world. We win the game 3-0, and I’m higher than the clouds. Nothing else compares to what it feels like to score, to slam someone into the boards, to skate across the ice, to handle the puck, to hear the crowd. There is nothing even remotely close to it. Nothing is better.
But then I walk out after the game and see Presley with a huge smile on her face. That is definitely better than any hockey game. She is most certainly better than hockey. Once I climb off the high of the sport, I can easily see that. Smarty gives me a hug, and I lift her up off the ground.
“You were amazing out there! I’m so proud of you!” She exclaims.
“She’s right, son. You were great.”
“Thanks.” I grin, placing Presley back on her feet.
“We have an early start tomorrow. We should head back to the hotel, Presley,” my father tells her.
“Yes, of course.” She gives me another hug, and I whisper that I’ll see her after I stop by my place.
I give Pops a hug and tell him that they are staying long enough for me to have breakfast with them. I see them off, and then head to grab a few things that I forgot earlier. When I finally get to Presley’s room, I knock rapidly four times. As soon as she opens the door, I pull her to me and kiss her. I kick the door closed behind me, pull her clothes off, then mine, all the while walking towards the bed and putting on a condom.
When I bite her lip, she moans. God, I’ve missed her. Hovering over her, I nip my way down her neck and to her shoulder, her hands running over my body. I kiss along her collarbone then move to her breast. With one hand on her other breast, I tease her by pinching and tugging on her nipple while I drag the other between my teeth.
“Levi.” Presley breathes heavily.
Her legs are already apart, and I abandon her breasts to guide myself into her, groaning at the feel of her. I place my hands on either side of Presley’s shoulders and start moving. I lose complete control when she grabs my arms and cuts into me from holding on so tightly. For a few seconds, the only sound in the room is the slapping of skin against skin.
“Oh God, Levi,” Presley manages as she wraps her legs around me, pulling herself closer to me as I slam into her relentlessly.
“Fuck, Pres,” I mutter. My lips find her neck, and I swirl my tongue on along her skin before pulling a little bit between my teeth with a small bite, causing Presley to drag her hands down my back. I push into her harder, moving down to her shoulder with short, sharp nips. When I reach her shoulder, I graze my teeth and thrust into her faster. Presley’s legs tighten around my waist as she juts them forward just as I ram into her and bite down on her shoulder.
She presses her mouth against my shoulder and a muffled scream escapes. Her hands are in the middle of my back as she grips tighter than ever and with one last hard push, I find my release and collapse on top of her.
“Damn it, Smarty,” I say, my lips brushing the skin on her shoulder. Before I get too comfortable, I go to the bathroom to clean up. Presley is underneath the covers when I come back, and I crawl in next to her. “C’mere.” I tug her against me and sigh in content.
We lay there in silence, simply enjoying being with each other.