He shakes his head. “Nope, got there and she was already outside.” He turns and walks on the plane.
“I don’t like this,” Matthew says. “Why the secrecy?”
“Because it just happened and I want to see where things go before my two hot heads scare him away.”
“Is it someone from the team? I swear to God if I found out one of those imbeciles touched you they’re dead,” he says, walking up the stairs. “Dead.” I hear him talking as I follow him on the plane and see that Max is sitting by himself in the front seat with his earphones in, watching something on his phone. I sit next to him as he looks at me sideways, then looks back at the screen.
Matthew is sitting across from me. “I’m going to be watching you, Aly,” he says with his two fingers at his eyes and then moving them to me. “Be on guard.”
And Max and I can’t help but laugh at him. “This isn’t funny.”
I smile to myself as I close my eyes and think back on the night before.
Chapter Eighteen
Max
“One more period and we get to go fucking home,” Matthew says from across from me as we sit in the locker room between periods.. We’ve been on the road for six days. The only ones really enjoying this are the rookies.
“We need this win,” Phil says from beside me. “We took a beating in Tampa. We can’t lose to Columbus.”
“You need to stay out of the penalty box.” Matthew looks at me and my eyes glare at him. “Calm down, I know you were protecting Luka, but that’s what they want.”
“Okay, so next time I’ll let them poke check him till the puck goes in and smashes his leg. Got it, Captain.” I salute him and get up. Okay, so maybe I’m on edge also. I can’t wait to get home and just be fucking normal. This whole sneaking around bullshit is too much. Yesterday we were almost caught dry humping in her room when her brother came knocking. We can’t even have a private conversation without someone coming in to ask questions. I grab my gloves and go into the hallway on the way to the ice when I see her standing there, leaning against the wall as she types something on her phone. “Hey.”
She smiles, looks around, and then says, “Hey there, pretty boy. You okay?” she asks, seeing something on my face.
“I’m just tired, angel.” I haven’t had a good night’s sleep since we got here. I would fall asleep in her room and then have to sneak back to mine like I’m James fucking Bond.
She looks behind me and then behind her. “How about I stay over at your house tonight?” She crosses her arms over her chest. “Would that perk you up?”
“It’s a start.” And I’m about to touch her when I hear my teammates behind me, so I smile and walk off.
The third period we are on a roll. It’s like we can taste the finish line. Matthew, Phil, and I score one goal each in the first four minutes. I jump back on the ice for what will most likely be my last shift of the game when the goon on the other team cross checks me from the back, making me go flying on my face. Matthew is the first one to grab the guy in a chokehold. I shake my head and look down, seeing blood on the ice. I get up and go straight into the back room, as the doctor is there to put gloves on and the nurse almost closes the door in Allison’s face when I speak up.
“Leave the door open, it’s small in here.” It’s a fucking broom closet.
The doctor checks the gash under my chin. “I think we can glue this one,” he says and I look up at Allison.
“It’s a cut,” I say loudly, pretending to look at the doctor, but in fact, I’m saying it so Allison can know. I’m finished by the time the guys walk into the room. I’m showered before everyone else, grabbing my bag, and walking out of the room. I see Allison at the end in a small office closing up her stuff. Looking around to make sure no one is around, I go in, closing the door behind. “Come here, angel,” I tell her, standing with my back against the door.
She comes to me. As she stands in front of me, her hand goes to my chin and she touches where the cut is.
“Angel, I’m fine.” I put my bag down, grabbing her face, bringing my face down, and kissing her lips. Her breath hitches, giving me just the space I need to claim her tongue with mine. The minute her tongue slides with mine my cock wakes up. Fuck, I’m lying. The minute I see her he gets up. It’s like he’s singing ‘mine, mine, mine.’