4
Granger
Bringing my arm back, I grip my stick and swing my arm down with a speed that sends the puck airborne and into the net post with a loud clink echoing around the rink. I’ve been here since five AM and haven’t been able to get my anger out yet. It’s been a shit week. My team still sucks, and my father is so far up my ass about coming to work for the firm, even after I keep giving him plain as day hints that I’m not even remotely interested. I’m spiraling, I know it and so does everyone else. My thoughts have been consumed by a girl with pink hair. I look everywhere for her and don’t even realize what I’m doing until I have to argue with myself. Am I losing it? Especially when I think I see her, but when I look again a second later, she’s gone. I’m also pretending that I didn’t wake up at the crack of dawn with the hope of just getting a glimpse of her.
Heaving a sigh, I send another puck flying with a slap shot, then hear the sound of soft, smooth strokes of blades behind me as she skates onto the ice. Why the hell is my heart racing? It’s not like I’m excited to see her or watch her open that smart, sexy ass mouth again. I don’t bother turning around the closer she gets, pretending she’s not there as I continue my practice. Each puck smacks into the net faster and harder as I swing my stick. By the time I’m done, sweat is coating the back of my neck as I slowly turn around.
I lean against my hockey stick and curl my fist around the top grip with deep breaths, and it’s as if she’s stealing my breath away. It’s pissing me off. She’s dressed in a tiny skirt with black tights covering her legs and a red leotard under that. She somehow makes it look classy and sexy as fuck. I have an urge to unravel the perfect bun on top of her head and watch the pink waves cascade down her back while I run my fingers through it.
“What did that puck ever do to you?” she asks with a slight smirk as she places her hands on her curvy hips while slowly looking me up and down.
The puck is taking my frustrations from the phone call I had with my father last night. Once again, he was telling me hockey isn’t a career and when I’m going to come into the office to start working for him.
“Princess, didn’t we talk about you not coming onto my ice?” My voice comes out in a growl without meaning to because damn if she isn’t a distraction.
Beast is right, I do need to get laid by some chick who means nothing to me at all. I won’t be falling into another web of lies only to get hurt in the end. So why can’t I get this girl who keeps challenging me out of my head? I picture picking Princess right up and pressing her back into the glass as I sink to my knees to the ice and devour her pussy while she chants my name. The thought alone pisses me off, but my cock has other ideas. He seems to like that image very much, wanting to sink into her warm, dripping wet pussy while her freezing cold breath fans my face.
“I seem to remember this isn’t your rink and you’re on my time, Captain. Are you stalking me?” she accuses me with a single blonde eyebrow raised, as if I don’t come here almost everyday and skate. Stalker indeed.
For fuck’s sake.
Dropping my stick, it clatters on the ice, and I slowly draw my gloves off before throwing them somewhere behind me as I skate to her side within seconds. Her breathing picks up as she stares down at her skates, the top of her head only reaching my shoulders.
“Just because you’re beautiful doesn’t mean you can throw it at me. I won’t fall for it, I’m not interested,” I say gruffly, lying through my teeth. When her head snaps up with a gasp escaping those perfect lips, for the first time in my life, I almost feel unsteady on my blades.
“Let me get this straight…you think I’m beautiful and seducing you…? Unbelievable.” She throws back her head and starts laughing. I want to join her, even though I don’t find this remotely funny, she just has a laugh that’s contagious. “For your information, I’m hardly interested in you. I don’t date ignorant jocks. Actually, I don’t date at all. You must think you’re God’s gift to women,” she says, shaking her head while she starts skating backward away from me.
I cross my arms, gripping my biceps because I want to grab her, maybe shake some sense into her, and then kiss that smart mouth.
“Well yeah, but that doesn’t change anything. I’m not sinking my cock into your tight pussy, even if you beg.” I start following her, my blades smoothing over the ice with ease as I try not to picture her squeezed tight around me.
“Wow. I really have no words. You’re something else. Let me be clear, I’m not even attracted to you.” She avoids eye contact with me the closer I come towards her, and I can’t help the smirk that comes across my face.
“Go ahead and lie, whatever helps you sleep at night, Princess,” I whisper in her ear as I circle around her, her head whipping around to follow my movements.
The slamming of a door in the distance makes her jump in place and start to slip backwards. I catch her around her slim yet curvy waist and haul her up against my chest. I take a deep breath, my chest expanding with her every breath as we stand there in silence. What is it about this girl that gets my blood pumping and makes everything else fade away into the background when she’s around?
“Y-You can let go now,” she whispers in a low hushed tone. I almost don’t hear her, but I slowly release her until my hands are tingling as they hang loosely at my sides.
She turns around swiftly and plants her slim fingers on my pecs, her hands digging into my shirt. Peeping under her lashes at me, her blue eyes sparkle with mischief and she licks her upper lip, which draws my attention.
“Captain…” she says huskily. I inch closer to her with my head inclined towards hers as she rises a little on her blades.
“Yes, Princess?” I mutter, my eyes flickering to hers and then back to her lips inches away from mine, our breaths sharing the same space.
“Get the hell off my ice,” she breathes and pushes me away, making me stumble on my skates. “Bob! Can you play Halsey’s ‘Gasoline’ for me?” she shouts in the direction of where Bob’s office is while staring at me the whole time.
The speakers blare to life with static, and she takes off to the center of the rink like a rocket, a speed that impresses me. I shake my head to clear my thoughts as I turn around to pick my shit up off the ice. I shove my gloves back on with angry jerky movements, fully intent on staying right here on the ice. Two can play this game. A song starts to play with a soft melody, and I can’t help but watch as she starts to move with the music. Her arms rise in the air as she bends backward at an angle that shows her long, graceful neck. I’d like to take a bite of that neck and leave my mark, my teeth written into her skin.
Jesus, what the hell is wrong with me? I run a gloved hand over my head, no doubt making my hair stick up everywhere.
When the music turns upbeat with lyrics that I understand at a deep level, she takes off in wide, fast circles. Her face stays stoic, her bowed lips pursed in anger, yet I don’t even think she realizes I’m still here. She’s moving with the music like she owns the ice. She’s more than beautiful, and I’ve never seen someone with a passion such as hers. I lean against my hockey stick, holding off practice just so I can watch her more. Maybe I’m turning into a stalker? Fuck, I can’t look away, even if I tried. She switches direction in the blink of an eye, skating backwards while crouching low before straightening with a jump as she swirls in the air. My heart stops for a second there until her blade touches back down on the ice with a spray of ice shavings from the impact. She picks up her pace, speeding faster and heading towards the center of the rink with a determined look in her blue eyes. I squeeze my hockey stick, barely breathing, because she’s about to do something that requires strength. She hits the middle and jumps again in a swirl, but mid-air, she does a split. She lands backward and glides with her right leg extended straight out behind her. My hockey stick drops from my hands with a clatter as I draw in a breath, the noise catching her attention. She whips her head over in my direction with a scowl, and fuck if it’s not adorable.
“Enjoying the show, stalker?” she sasses, and my eyes drift to her retreating ass as she skates to the boards to exit… I’d like to bite that delicate, peachy ass too.
What the hell is wrong with me?! I want to sink my cock in some pussy, but I don’t want the mess that comes with it. I’m almost dreading the party tomorrow night because of all the fake, horny women trying to get into my pants. It’s been months since I’ve been laid, but I just keep thinking about my ex, who ruined it all for me. I made a promise to myself that I’d stay away from women and focus on my career. Maybe if I can get the Princess to hate me, she’d get out of my head. I almost regret what I’m about to do, since she’s only going to look at me with anger in those burning eyes and hate my dirty mouth.
“I did enjoy it. You’re very talented, Princess.” I glide over to her as she spins around with astonishment on her gorgeous face.
