My Curvy Puck (Locker Room 1)

- CHAPTER EIGHT -

Noah

People think that just because I’m fearless on the ice, means I’m a tough guy in every aspect of my life. I’ve had journalists, reporters and media personalities shrinking beside me after a game. They’re intimidated by me because of my sheer size.

It’s not just that.

My temperament before, during or after a big game is one of pure focus. That’s why I am where I am. I’m the best in the league for a reason.

But the feeling when you declare your love for someone and you’re laying there waiting their response… That’s a feeling I never want again.

“Y-you love me?” Hazel’s voice breaks the silence of the room. The candles are still alight, swaying in the stillness of the room.

“I love you.” I reaffirm it, not only for Hazel, but for myself, too.

I’d always felt something for Hazel. I knew there was an attraction there, but I just thought it was a normal big brother thing... Don’t most brothers find their sister’s friends attractive? That’s normal, right? Right?!

The seconds pass by and it’s like my insides have been torn from my stomach, laid out on the bed and she’s just biding her time, deciding which organ she wants to crush first.

“You love me?” Hazel says, and I feel like I’m in a fucking vortex, going round and round and round.

“Yes.” I say, my voice firming.

“You love me?”

“Yes! Hazel, wh-”

“You love me!” Hazel’s voice changes, but I don’t notice until I’m sitting upright in the bed. I go to stand; I’ve got to escape. I’m feeling utterly embarrassed, and until I turn and see Hazel’s bright eyes, wide and blue, I want to escape. “You love me!”

“Yes, Hazel,” I nod, my brows rising at the glowing look she’s giving me. What the hell… Is she stuck on repeat or something? “You can keep saying it, but it won’t change what I said…”

Hazel crawls across. She’s still naked and her hard nipples glide across my forearm. A rocket shoots through my body, and as she grabs my hands in hers, my goddamn cock comes back to life.

“I don’t want it to change…” Hazel whispers. She leans in and kisses me with the softest of kisses on my bottom lip.

“Oh,” I grunt, sounding more like a caveman than a pro hockey player.

“Noah…” Hazel’s voice is soft and elegant. “Tonight… This…” She waves an arm around the room, showcasing the efforts I put so much work into. “No one has ever done anything like this for me before.”

I shrug. “It was nothing. I’d do anything for you, Hazel. You know that.”

She kisses me again, only this time, she lingers and pulls my bottom lip in her mouth with a hard suck.

“I know that now…” Hazel pulls a finger down my chest. My cock twitches with her touch, and she must feel him bouncing around down there, because she reaches down and grabs it with a thick grasp. “And before you start round two… There’s something you need to know, too.”

I groan, stopping my eyes from rolling back in my head. She’s stroking me, and despite having blown my load five minutes ago, I’m ready to go again.

“What’s that, sweetheart?” I say, my eyelids getting heavy. She pulls me harder and I’m doing everything I can to keep my eyes attached on hers.

“I. Love. You. Too.”

Hazel pecks a kiss to my lips with each word. With a wave of relief lifting the tension that had been building on my shoulders, I lift her and throw her back.

“Spread your legs for me, baby…” I growl. “Don’t you know Noah Edwards is a second period specialist?”

****

“Vi-kings! Vi-kings! Vi-kings!”

I look up to the stands. Ellie’s in her usual seat. The stupid fucking red foam finger waving above her head. She insists it brings the boy’s good luck. I don’t care if we’ve never lost when she’s worn it – it looks fucking ridiculous.

My neck cranes around from the ice. Fans are piling in. Red polo’s and replica jerseys with my name on the back as far as the eye can see. The atmosphere is building. Music blares from the speakers on the Megatron.

We’re minutes away from puck drop.

And then I see her…

A flutter fills my stomach. Hazel Harris. My girlfriend… Or at least, she will be by the end of the night.

We’ve talked about it. We’re in love. So what if it’s only been four days? She extended her stay in Vancouver and I lay claim as the reason for that. She’s spent every night at my apartment and she’s certainly making up for lost time in terms of remaining a virgin for so long.