Gametime: A Moo U Hockey Romance by Jami Davenport (classic novels to read .txt) 📕

He groaned as I tortured him by rubbing myself against his hard length. “I fucking want you,” he growled into my mouth.

“I fucking want you, too,” I responded and wrapped one leg around his muscular thigh.

He cupped my breast through my blouse and squeezed, sending tendrils of desire racing through my veins. I climbed up his body, and he cupped my ass with one hand to hold me against him. I wrapped both legs around his waist, rubbing against him, wishing we didn’t have a barrier of clothes between us.

“Oh, fuck, Naomi.” His words were tortured and husky. I dug my fingers into his shoulders and ground my pelvis against his. I wanted him naked in the worst way.

“I want you.” I nipped at his earlobe. He liked that and rubbed his rough cheek against my lips. This man was my fire, and I was his oxygen. Being with him felt so right, so perfect. I saw the truth so clearly now that I wasn’t forcing myself to do what I thought I should do instead of what I wanted. And I wanted Pax. All of him. All the time. Every night. Because I was greedy like that. I’d have gladly let him do whatever he wanted to me in this hallway. I was that far gone, and I didn’t care who saw us.

“Oh, for God’s sake. Get a fucking room!” shrieked Kaitlyn from behind me. I hadn’t heard her open the door. Other doors up and down the hallway opened and bleary-eyed players peeked out.

Okay, maybe we did care. Paxton lowered me to the floor and grinned guilelessly.

Kaitlyn, in a pair of panda bear pj’s, perched her hands on her hips and glared at us from the open doorway. “You two are making enough noise to wake the dead. Either fucking get it over with or get your ass in the room.” She did not like to be woken up.

“Sorry.” Pax gave me one last lingering kiss and winked at both of us. “See you on the bus.”

He walked down the hallway, hands in his pockets, whistling to himself and waving to his eavesdropping teammates. I longingly watched him go until Kaitlyn grabbed my arm and yanked me in the room. She launched me toward the bed as she slammed the door behind us.

“What the fuck was that all about? You and Paxton?”

“How did you know that was Paxton?” I asked, avoiding her question.

“Two things, if that’d been Patrick, he’d have been fucking you in the hallway. And I know Paxton’s walk.”

“Paxton has a different walk than Patrick?”

“Of course he does.” Kaitlyn regarded me as if I were stupid or something. “He ambles. Patrick struts. You never noticed?”

“I’m usually too busy looking at that hockey ass to pay attention to his walk.”

“Well, there’s that, too.” Kaitlyn laughed. She went to the small bar fridge and pulled out a half-empty bottle of wine. “Want to join me?”

“I’d love to.” She filled two paper cups and handed one to me.

“Okay, spill. What’s going on? I want all the deets, the dirtier the details, the better.”

I told her about last night and tonight. She listened, finished off her wine, and poured herself another glass while topping off mine.

“Are you sure this doesn’t have anything to do with Paxton playing better?”

“No, not at all. I’d have made the same choice if he was still struggling.”

One of Kaitlyn’s perfectly sculpted brows rose high up her forehead. “Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure.” I narrowed my eyes in annoyance. I didn’t like being questioned, especially by someone who was my friend and should have my back.

“I hope so because Pax doesn’t deserve to be jacked around. He gets it enough from his family.”

“I’m not jacking him around. I was honest with him. We’re going to date, see where this goes, but we didn’t make any promises. We don’t know what the future holds for any of us. He’s going pro at the end of the school year. I have another year left to finish school.”

“You think you’ll go your separate ways then?”

“Too early to make any long-term planning.”

I wasn’t able to wrap my head around anything longer than the next week or two. I wasn’t known to stick with one guy for long.

But Pax was different. He was my best friend, and he was the one I burned for every night and thought of every day.

He might just be the one.

24

First Date

Paxton

I was amazed how quickly my life had turned around in one short weekend. I was at the top of my game, and I had Naomi. The only way life got better than this would be if Patrick and I resolved our differences.

Naomi picked me up for our date early Sunday evening in her Tesla. I’d been in her car before, but I saw things differently now. Finances weren’t a problem for Naomi and most likely never had been. Yet she wasn’t spoiled or entitled, quite the opposite.

Patrick and I hadn’t been raised with money, and we worked all summer to pay for the extras our full-ride scholarships didn’t cover during the school year. Dad, being the ass that he was, always had a hard time keeping a job, and there’d never been any extra money. Currently, he worked as a house framer, but I wasn’t sure how long that’d last.

My bro and I pinched pennies to make it through every school year. I was better at budgeting than Patrick and often had to float him a loan, especially by the end of second semester.

Tonight, I went all out. I donned my best button-down shirt, one of my splurges last year, and a newer pair of jeans. The shirt was the same blue as my eyes, and Naomi had commented on how much she loved it before. I debated on wearing my one good pair of slacks, but I wasn’t a guy to dress up. She’d have to take me as I was.

I swished on a small bit of