Off the Ice (Penalty Kill 2)

I ignore Levi, grab my purse, and find a condom in the side pocket. I always keep one in there for emergency situations and this is one of those times.

“Smarty.” Levi sounds confused as I get up on my knees and roll the condom on him. He grabs my wrists. “Presley-”

“If you want to stop, we will, but I think we have a good two minutes together before anyone else comes up this way. My dress will cover us.” I look dead in his eyes, and I seriously want him.

“Fuck.” He lets go of my wrist and cups my face, pulling me with him as he lays down in the sand.

I straddle him and make sure my dress covers us both as I guide him in. I can’t believe how great he feels inside me as I rock faster against him. I am trying my best to keep noises and screams to a minimum, but it’s not as easy as I thought.

“Oh God, Levi.” I can’t catch my breath as I ride him harder. His moan is my incentive to go harder.

“Fuck.” Levi flips me over to my back onto the sand and thrusts into me faster and harder. My body tightens around me as he bites down on my shoulder. I bite down on my tongue, as to not scream his name as we come together. We both try to catch our breath as the sounds of the waves crash onto the beach.

“Damn, Presley. I didn’t have that planned at all.”

“I needed you, Levi.”

“Anytime, anywhere, Smarty.” And then he kisses me.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Levi

“Did y’all have a good time?”

“Yeah, Pops. You didn’t miss me too much, did ya?” I smirk. We’re sitting in his living room, just us two because Smarty is with her parents for her and Trev’s birthday.

Pops laughs. “Nope. Barely even knew you were gone.”

I chuckle. “That hurts a little.”

“Well, between you calling and you making Presley call me, it was just like you were here.” He tries to hide a smile. “What’s new with hockey? Anything?”

I tell him about the latest news, including the email I received earlier this week. He seems excited for me, but it just reminds me of all the opportunities and the big fact of possibly being a state away.

“And with Presley?” he asks. “What do you see when you think about your future with her?”

Pops looks extremely serious and I know part of that is because he’s come to love Presley too. He’s thinking about her just as much as he’s thinking about me. I run a hand through my hair before leaning forward to rest my elbows on my knees. When I think about Smarty, I can’t help but think about the various future possibilities. I love Presley and after how we started, I worry a little. Trust me, I want all those things with her. From living together to graduating and establishing our careers to being engage to getting married and having kids.

But I worry about disappointing her again and that I won’t be able to keep her happy. Or I’ll royally screw up again. I worry about what happens after college and whether or not our plans can go together. My father is watching me intently while I think about all these things.

“Pops, I love her-”

“But?” He raises an eyebrow at me.

“No ‘but.’ When I think about my future, I just hope that it’s included in her plans.” I shrug like it’s no big deal. Pops nods but doesn’t say anything at first.

He takes a deep breath and says, “Don’t worry about it too much, son. Just remember that I met your mother in college and we thought about what would happen once that part of our lives was over. We made it work. It wasn’t always easy, but we weren’t going to give up on what we wanted.” Pops pauses, looking down at the wedding band on his finger. “Each other. We wanted each other. So we made that happen.” He glances up at me. “You both will be fine, so don’t worry.”

“Thanks, Pops,” I say quietly. We clear our throats at the same time and then simultaneously chuckle.

“Okay, you’ve been here long enough, Levi. I don’t need you to start copying me,” he laughs.

We stand and I go and give my old man a hug before I head back to RU.

~

McCarthy’s team is throwing the twins a party tonight. That’s where I’m supposed to be right now, but no, I’m stuck in traffic because there was a wreck. I’ve been sitting here for twenty minutes, and I’m starting to get antsy. Red lights gleam as far as I can see, which isn’t that outrageously far because there’s a curve up ahead, but still. Another thirty minutes pass and finally, we start moving, slowly but surely. When I get to the party, I just want to find Presley, but I don’t see her. There are a lot of people here, that’s for sure. I recognize a JWU player and ask him if he’s seen Smarty.