Page 158 of Slap Shot
“Sure.” She lifts a shoulder in a shrug. “I gave birth to a child, Hayes. My pain tolerance is a hell of a lot higher than yours.”
“Loser does the dishes tonight.”
“You’ve got yourself a deal.”
I don’t care that I’m openly flirting with her in front of my teammates. I don’t care that Maverick is smirking at me and Ethan is pretending to gag. I don’t care that Emmy is filming us and no doubt going to upload the footage to social media and title it:Hockey player loses to hot mom, because this is fucking fun.
I know I don’t stand a chance of beating her, but I give it my best effort. Piper, Emmy, and Lexi cheer for Madeline while the guys do their best to encourage me. When sweat rolls down my shoulders and tickles my back, I fall out of the position, the rightful loser.
“Hell yeah, Madeline,” Lexi cheers, and Madeline beams.
I jump off my machine and walk over to her. “Nice job, Mads.”
“You gave it your best effort, Bombshell.”
“You have some strong legs,” I point out.
“Maybe I can put them around your head when we get home,” she tosses back nonchalantly, and I blush.
None of my teammates heard her comment, and that makes it even hotter. It’s a secret only for me, and suddenly, I don’t care about the workout.
“Is that right?” I tilt my head to the side, smirking when her gaze bounces to the front of my shorts. “Then what are we still doing here?”
“Supporting a friend and contributing to the economy by visiting a small business.” Madeline steps toward me. There’s still space between us, but I wish there wasn’t. “Why? Is there a reason you want to leave?”
“I can think of a few things,” I tell her, dipping my neck so I can whisper in her ear, and she answers me with a grin.
“We have the condo to ourselves for a few hours before Lucy gets home from school. Want to get out of here?”
I make quick work of wiping down my machine and thanking Lexi for a nice class. I ignore my teammates chanting my name when Madeline and I leave, making small talk on the drive home.
When we get to the foyer, I lock the door behind us. Madeline kicks off her sneakers, and I push her against the wall.
“Oh,” she breathes out, a devilish grin behind the word. “Someone’s feisty.”
“Because I spent an hour staring at your ass.” I curl my fingers in the waistband of her leggings, shoving them down her thighs. “And you have a mighty fine ass.”
“It was fun to taunt you.” Madeline wraps her arms around my neck, smiling when I drop to my knees and yank the black nylon all the way off. “I like getting you worked up.”
“That’s not fair, is it?” I kiss the inside of her thigh and lift her foot, putting it on my shoulder. “Especially when you go placeswithout any underwear on. Goddamn, Mads. Are you trying to kill me?”
She hisses when I run a knuckle across her entrance. A sigh escapes her when I push my finger inside her pussy, and she moans when I lean forward to drag my tongue up her stomach.
“No bedroom?” Her head drops against the wall. “I’m starting to think you have an aversion to beds, Hayes.”
“It’s because I can’t keep my hands off of you.” I kiss her hipbone before moving my mouth to her pussy. I swirl my tongue over her clit, glad to find her wet. “We’ll get there after I taste you.”
“What if—fuck—I wanted to taste you too?” Madeline holds the back of my neck, burying my face between her legs. I grin, licking her like she’s my last source of oxygen. “I want to suck your cock, Hudson.”
That makes my dick twitch, and I groan when she rolls her hips and doesn’t let me come up for air.
“Did you see how my teammates were looking at you? How they were fuckingdroolingover you?” I part her pussy with my thumbs, spitting on it. “I can’t believe I’m the one you want to come home with.”
“Because you’re my favorite.” Her voice hitches, a gasp taking over her words when I put my palm low on her stomach to stop her from moving. “You’re the only one who knows what I like. Inside the bedroom, but outside of it, too.”
I’ve never been the possessive or jealous type. I’ve never cared if the woman I was dating wore my jersey or showed up to games.
But hearing Madeline say I’m theonly onewho knows her unlocks a new wave of determination in me. I push two fingers inside her, stretching her out. She whimpers my name and knocks a stack of mail off the table next to her when she tries to hold on to something sturdy.
