I opened my lips and let him in. The big player grunted in pleasure and his grip on my hand tightened as he plunged his tongue deeper.
He was a good kisser and I stepped closer to the edge and put my hand on his neck, tangling my fingers in his hair.
With a grunt, Karel released me as Jesse knocked into him. Jesse’s eyes were narrowed with fury and my ears were ringing as I saw him get in Karel’s face and shove the other man into the side of the tunnel.
But other players broke them apart and jostled them onto the ice.
Holy shit
My legs shaking, I settled into my seat (next to the iceagain, damn it, and I did not want to be this conspicuous).
This was an important game, with division rivals, and the pace was frenetic.
But I was reluctantly at the edge of my seat. Jesse was electric to watch, and I knew exactly how talented he was.
But then I had always known that. Always believed in him. Even when he was a 20-year-old meathead playing street hockey.
I knew he was talented. Knew he had what it took to go pro.
It had fucking stung that he’d thrown everything we had away for someone else.
I didn’t think I could ever get over it. I didn’t think anything he could do would be enough to make up for his mistake.
I was so glued to the game I didn’t miss it. But it would have been impossible to miss.
Karel cross-checking Jesse into the glass right in front of me, shaking the boards so violently that the entire stadium sucked in their breath.
Then it all exploded in a rush of sound as the two pros tore off their gloves.
“That’s your teammate!” several people shouted in my ear as if either man was confused.
My heart was pounding.
I had only seen Jesse in one other altercation in my entire life. He was not a fighter. He didn’t have to be. Usually his size was kind of a deterrent to everyone.
But one time we had been jogging together in the park and he had stopped to fill our water bottles as I ran slightly forward.
Two half-drunk frat boys had called out to me, commenting on my ‘big tits’ and body and as I passed by, one of them swatted my ass.
I had barely turned around in anger when Jesse was there, decking both of them easily. They stumbled into each other as Jesse knocked out with his powerful reach. I heard one guy’s rib crack, then the other guy’s nose crack, and Jesse hit them again, and then again, until I gripped him around the waist and dragged him away.
“What was that?” I asked when I had finally pulled him down the sidewalk.
His blue eyes glinted savagely as he looked at me.
“Nobody fucks with you,” he said.
But I’d never seen him like this before. Karel got a punch in, and then Jesse’s fists were crashing into his face again and again as Karel was driven back so hard he was thrown against the glass right in front of me.
Blood was pounding in my ears as I watched Jesse fight. The entire stadium was so loud the sound was reverberating in my chest cavity.
The other teammates managed to pull them apart, but the look on Jesse’s face made me press my thighs together to stop the shudder that rolled through my body.
He was not going to let Karel date me
I felt restless and horny after the game, so I drove over to go fuck off some energy with Bryan, only to remember halfway to his apartment that I was on my period so he wouldn’t want to have sex.
Fuck
