Page 36 of Crave Me
Chapter Twelve
Simon
As members of the hockey team entered the locker room, my dick was still hard. I shouldn’t have called her, even though I’d promised her I would. I should have been smart enough to wait until the end of the day, or when I had to time to stroke my dick, getting myself off to the memory of how incredibly sexy she was. Her teasing behavior on the phone only fueled my growing fascination with her.
I wanted to fuck her again, and I didn’t want to wait.
When she left the hotel last night, I’d had to fight the urge to throw her back into the bed and not let her leave until morning. That would have been too dangerous. When I’d waited for her in the hotel bar, hidden so I could get a glimpse of her as she entered the hotel, I’d arrested at the sight of her. Shoulders back, golden hair swaying as she moved confidently through the lobby, I had already known Chloe was going to change everything for me.
After the tastes of her I’d had, I was in too deep.
She was already more than just a sub to train. We had history, one I actually enjoyed. When Cassie had ended it with me, despite my anger and frustration at her threats and the way she so quickly turned on me, it had actually been Chloe I thought of more often afterward. How I’d never see her spar with her father, or the way her laugh filled the room when she helped her mom cook holiday meals I was invited to. Something about Chloe drew people in and held them tight and while I didn’t see her frequently over the years when I was with Cassie, a friendship of sorts had grown between us.
Now, all of our past was twisted together with the taste of her pussy and the hint of cinnamon on her lips.
I came this morning in the shower, my hand wrapped around my dick lamenting that it wasn’t her pussy, wicked plans already forming in my head for our next encounter way too many days away.
And if she disobeyed, came before I told her she could, I would make good on every threat I gave her. The idea of my ejaculate splashing across her perky tits made my balls grow tight.
The locker room door slammed and shouts from the teenagers rang in my ears. Shoving paperwork aside, I grabbed my skates.
Half the kids were already getting dressed. Some of them had their phones in their hands, tapping out messages with their thumbs faster than some of them could pass a hockey puck.
“Suit up,” I called. “Now. We’ve got a busy morning and if you’re late on the ice I’ll torture you with suicide drills today. Your chicks can wait, the ice can’t.”
“Yes, coach,” a few boys responded. The others groaned and put their phones into their lockers.
I had just gotten my skates on and jumped over the wall onto the ice to begin warming up when the first few members of the team filtered out of the locker room.
“On the ice!” I yelled. “Start your laps.”
The boys moved quickly, the captain and co-captain always the first ones to listen, ready to play, and even more ready to fight. Charlie Boyd and Garrison Gibas would most likely end up playing Division One Hockey and I needed to get my head in the game, so to speak, to be able to coach them to their full potential.
I spent two more hours putting my team through their drills and practice, working them so hard I barely had time to think about Chloe.
I showered after practice was done and the locker room had emptied of all the players. I’d worked the boys hard, but we had a State Championship to work for and there wasn’t a single moment to waste. I was just throwing my duffel bag over my shoulder when Bennett Ashby walked into my office.
“Hey, want to go get something to eat?”
He was a friend of mine I met at Luminous two years ago. We bonded over our love of hockey. When he wasn’t running his real estate development company, he came out and watched our hockey practices. Like me, he was also searching for a long-term sub who he hoped would someday become his wife. He was also as picky with play partners as I was.
He’d probably make the perfect Dom for Chloe when I was through with her.
A low growl escaped my throat and Bennett eyed me warily. “Bad day?”
Shit. “No. Yes, shitty week. You mentioned food?”
“Sounds like you need some beers, too.”
Hell yeah, I did. I walked toward him and he stepped out of my office. After I turned and locked my door, I asked, “Boondox sound good? They’ll have the game on.”
He slapped my shoulder, and I jolted forward. He might have been my height, but he was also broader. Black hair to my brown, dark brown eyes to my blue, he was my opposite. And he probably had the ability to fuck Chloe into oblivion.
“Asshole,” I glared at him, not just for the shove but for images now flashing in my head of Bennett and Chloe together. I crossed him off my list of potential Doms for Chloe. When our time was up and I had to hand her over to someone else, I didn’t want to have to see her with a new Dom. “I’ve got twenty on the Red Wings, tonight.”
He huffed. “I’ll take your twenty. Blackhawks are number one in their division, right now.”
“It’s November, Bennett. Lots of season left to play.”
