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

us, and I held her hand while I tried to digest everything these pros had said to me.

“Wow, they’re courting you.” Patrick spoke in amazement, as if he didn’t quite believe it. I thought I heard a hint of envy. Imagine that. Patrick the Great envying me.

His lack of confidence in me was offensive, and I snapped at him. “You’re not the only guy who has a chance at the pros.”

Patrick narrowed his eyes and leveled a menacing glare at me. As his twin, that glare didn’t work, but he’d had success with it in the past, just not with me.

“You’re jealous,” I accused him with a smirk, not able to resist rubbing in my triumph.

“Fuck you.” Patrick grabbed the door handle of the taxi as it rolled to stop and hopped out, stalking into the hotel and leaving me with the cab fare.

The bastard.

I paid the man with the last of my cash, and Naomi bailed me out on a tip.

“Don’t listen to him. He’s grappling with all this shit like you are, and he’s lashing out. Don’t take it personally.”

“How the fuck else am I supposed to take it?”

“Like a brother who loves a brother who’s hurting.”

I pulled her into my arms and held her. “How’d you get so smart?”

“It’s not smart, it’s the truth.”

I kissed her and let her lips wash away all my doubts.

29

The Undressing Room

Naomi

After dinner with the Sockeyes, Paxton and I entered the hotel and stood together in the lobby.

“So much for going to my room.” Pax jerked his chin in the direction of the bank of elevators where Patrick waited.

I checked the time on my cell. “Kaitlyn warned me not to come to our room until midnight.”

“I guess we could sit in the cafe.” Paxton grinned knowingly but his smile didn’t reach his troubled eyes. He’d been quiet and thoughtful. He had a lot to absorb, and the future of our relationship had to be part of what bothered him.

“Unless you want to find a semi-private place to make out.”

“I sure as fuck do, but where would that be? We’re not exactly on a college campus where anything goes.”

I moved behind him and rubbed his shoulders as I considered where we could go. “You’re really tight and tense. You have a lot to think about.”

“Yeah, I do. Least of which is my brother.”

He didn’t mention us, which concerned me, but I wouldn’t reveal my fears. “And your dad.”

“Yeah, my dad, but that’s old news. This thing with Patrick is breaking news.”

“You two need to settle your differences before things blow up in your faces.”

“I’ve been waiting for him to come to his senses and adjust to our new normal.”

“Maybe you’ve given him enough time. He’s stubborn and might need smacked up the side of the head.”

“That’s what I’m afraid of.” Paxton shook his head. “I know my brother. He’s not good with change. I think he’ll get there if I’m patient with him.”

I understood Pax’s reluctance to confront his brother and cause more friction, but I really felt the direct approach was best. Regardless, I’d leave that decision to him. We had more immediate problems, such as where to go for some privacy.

“I have an idea,” I said after consulting the directory on one wall. I led him to the elevators, and we exited on the spa floor. I used my room key to get inside the pool/spa area. The place was deserted. A sign on one wall indicated dressing rooms and showers this way.

Paxton’s eyes lit up. “I know what you have in mind.”

We hurried to the dressing area. “We’re in luck.” There were separate dressing rooms with showers, and we had the place to ourselves. We picked the closest one, and Pax locked the door behind us. We quickly stripped and left our clothes on the wooden bench.

“Do you have a condom?”

“I never go anywhere without one anymore.” He fished a plastic packet out of his wallet.

I took it from him and opened the packet. Then I knelt in front of him and rolled the condom onto his hard dick. I took my time, doing a little sucking and stroking as I did my due diligence. Pax dug his fingers into my hair and groaned. I finished my job and stood before him, allowing myself the luxury of perusing his hard, muscular body. He was so magnificent. Hard in all the places I was soft.

I rose to my feet and spun around to turn on the shower, waiting for it to reach the right temp. Pax crowded behind me, his cock rubbing against my ass. He wrapped his big hands around my breasts and pulled me close to his nakedness.

I closed my eyes and leaned against him, reveling in the feel of his calloused palms on my delicate skin. The hot water was steaming up the small room, and I turned in his arms, backing into the shower and dragging him with me. He pinned me against the slick wall as water from the showerhead ran down our bodies.

“I—I need you,” I gasped as he kissed the hell out of me. I kissed him right back, allowing my kisses to say things I didn’t dare speak out loud for fear I’d jinx myself and him in the process. Whatever was happening to us was best not analyzed but experienced.

He knelt down, and I put one leg over his shoulder, giving him better access. I gripped his shoulders to balance myself while his tongue worked its magic on my lady parts.

“Pax, oh, Pax. Pax! Pax!” He was relentless, and I was shouting as I came.

I’d barely recovered when Paxton stood and hoisted me up his body, pressing my back against the wet tile wall. He aligned his dick and thrust into me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck, marveling at the power behind his thrusts while holding me against the wall.

I rode him for all I was worth, enthusiastically pumping my hips