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Chapter Fourteen

T yler

"What a snipe, Tyler! Dang, you're killing it!" Johnson calls out to me.

"We got this."

"I know. Just stay focused," I say. We're both breathing heavily. We've only got two minutes left, but I'm already confident that we've won the game. The other team can't come back.

I look over in the stands and see Erica standing there with Sabrina, Miles, and Wes. I'm glad they've all come, but there are things I want to do to Erica right now that I definitely can't do with her brothers there.

"You ready?" Johnson says.

I nod. Get your act together , I think to myself. I cannot be thinking about Erica and how sweet she tasted when I'm in the middle of a game—a game that will decide whether or not I'm going to get a twenty-five-million-dollar bonus in a couple of months.

I resign myself to not look over at Erica’s side.

"Five, four, three, two, one," I mumble under my breath. "You have one goal, Tyler. You have one goal."

I get back on the ice and focus. There's no one who can stop me. The puck is mine, and I will not lose control. I will score. I will be MVP.

About thirty minutes later, I'm standing there after the pep talk with the coach, and even though we won, I don't feel the usual high of knowing that it was all thanks to me.

"Sorry, I need to go chat with my friends," I say and leave the locker room, not even caring if Coach has anything else to say.

I see Miles and Wes chatting and laughing over something, while Sabrina and Erica talk about what I think is their podcast, because Sabrina is asking if the new stats have come in, and Erica's not looking too happy.

"Hey guys, thanks for coming."

"Congratulations, Tyler. That was fucking epic!" Miles comes up to me and slaps his arm around my shoulder. "And when I say epic, I mean you're the man."

"Well, I try." I grin.

"You have fun, Wes?"

"Of course. Every single time I looked over at Sabrina, it was really fun. Thank you so much for the great seats. This was a really cool game."

I look over at Erica.

"You know not to ask me that question," she says, shaking her head. "It was boring. Like, boring boring."

"Don't be a hater, Erica," I say, grinning.

She offers me a small smile. I'm okay with her being a hater because I know if we went from zero to 100 in such a short amount of time, everyone would be suspicious. And I really don’t want to tell her brother that I gave her the best orgasm of her life the night before—or maybe it was two nights before.

I can barely even keep track anymore. I've spent so many nights thinking about her when I haven’t been with her.

"You're just being a hater because you don't know how to skate," Miles says to her.

"You don't know how to skate?" I ask her.

"What? No way. I guess I just never went. When I was younger, I was scared someone would slice off my fingers, and now that I'm older, it just hasn’t come up."

"Then I have to give you a skating lesson."

"Sure. One day," she says, shrugging.

"No, not one day. What about right now?"

"What? No. You literally were just skating for—how many hours was that? You must be tired."

"I'm never too tired to be on the ice. And you're here right now. When am I going to get you on the rink again?" I look over at the others. "Anyone else want a skating lesson?"

"Not me," Miles says. "All I want right now is a beer."

Wes looks at Sabrina. "We said we were going to grab a pizza. But thanks."

"So I guess it’s just you and me, Erica."

"I mean, if you really must."

"I mean, I don't have to," I say, "but you might enjoy it."

"I don't know that I would enjoy it.”

“I mean, there are lots of things you thought you wouldn’t enjoy that you have—maybe even recently. Right?" I smile at her.

"I have no idea what you're talking about, Tyler."

"Yeah, I guess I was just thinking about life in general. And storage rooms. And legs in the air."

"Oh my gosh, what are you talking about?" She gives me a death glare, and I start laughing.

Wes gives me a weird look, and Sabrina starts laughing so loudly that I know she knows exactly what I'm talking about.

"Hey, guys, you ready?" Miles says. "As much as I love to hear my sister diss one of my friends, I’m kind of ready to get out of here."

"Yeah, sounds good. Hey, why don't you come with me, Erica? I'll fit you for a pair of skates, and then we'll have a quick skating lesson. Wes, Sabrina—it was good seeing you. Hopefully, we’ll hang out soon."

"Yeah, bye."

I watch as they all leave and then turn to give Erica a smile.

"Did you have to be so hostile?"

"Did you have to talk about my legs being up in the air?" She glares at me, then hits me in the shoulder. "Dude, that was almost as bad as if I had said your boxer briefs were down."

"Not quite," I say. "It may have been as bad as if you’d said something like, 'Ooh, I miss having your eight-and-a-half-inch cock in my mouth.'"

"Oh my God, Tyler! I am never?—"

Before she can continue her sentence, I bring her towards me and kiss her hard. She murmurs against me but kisses me back. I push her up against the wall and run my fingers down the side of her.

"Not here," she says. "What if they come back and see us?"

"Then they would get a show they didn’t know they were going to," I say. "But they're not here."

"Yeah, but we can't just be making out.”

“Would you rather them see me kissing you on the lips, or would you rather them see me kissing you on the lips ?" I drawl and look down. She blushes.

"Really?”

“What? I'm just saying. I know plenty of places where we can make both happen."

"Right now, I’m here because you said you were going to give me a skating lesson. Not for anything else. If you think that I'm just going to be your little sex slave, then you're totally mistaken."

"Erica, I know we are not necessarily on the same page here.

And I know they say men are from Mars, women are from Venus.

But in order to be my sex slave, we actually would've had to have had sex.

And as much as I enjoyed you giving me a blow job and as much as I enjoyed going down on you, we haven't actually gone that far yet. "

"I know we haven’t," she says.

"But no rush," I say. "I just want to say that in order for you to be my sex slave, that actually would've had to have happened first. I like to be precise."

"I know. You like to be a bit of a jackass," she says, rolling her eyes.

"Well, are you ready for this jackass to teach you how to skate?"

"I guess so. I mean, if you really, really feel like you have to."

"I do," I say. "I think if there's one thing you should know how to do in life, it’s how to skate.”

“Oh, yeah? You think if the apocalypse comes and aliens grab me, skating is what's going to get me out of there and keep me safe?”

“Exactly,” I say. “You are smarter than you look.”

“Oh my gosh,” she says, going to hit me again. I grab her wrist and pull her towards me. “I kind of like you coming to watch my games and cheering me on.”

“I wasn’t cheering for you. I was cheering for Elliott,” she says.

I roll my eyes and burst out laughing. “I can go and get him if you want. He’s still in the locker room, and I’m sure?—"

"No, no, no. Okay. I take it back. I don't want to. I really, really don't want to. Don't get him."

I burst out laughing.

"He wasn’t that bad."

"He was worse," she says. "Now come on, teach me how to skate, and let’s see how it goes."

Three hours later, we’re leaving the rink. Erica’s cheeks are rosy, and she’s beaming.

"I’m quite good, don’t you think?"

"You’re great. You're a natural. Maybe if you were younger, you could have been a figure skater."

"What do you mean, maybe if I was younger? There are older figure skaters than me."

"Yeah, but they've been doing it for a while.”

“I guess. But it was fun."

She pauses and gives me a meaningful look.

"Thank you. That was actually kind of romantic and sweet. And don’t go getting any ideas."

"Erica, I’m not a romantic. And I’m not very sweet, as you know. However, I did feel like I was the best person to teach you how to skate."

"Well, thank you. Where are you off to?"

I look at my watch. "It’s not that late."

"Yeah, but I figured you would want to go home and relax.”

“I was thinking maybe we could grab some ice cream."

"Ice cream?" She raises an eyebrow. "Really? Like, ice cream, ice cream or eating sundaes off of each other?"

"I mean, if you're offering to let me eat a sundae off of you, I’m not going to say no. If you'd like to eat a sundae off of me, then no. If we're going for ice cream, I want real ice cream. In a waffle cone. Three scoops. And I’ll pay," I say, grinning at her. "I know how you like the men to pay."

"Well, I only have them pay when it's a date. When it's not a date, I pay for myself."

"Maybe I want it to be a date," I say, and immediately, I feel something in me tighten. Why did I say that? I don’t want her to get the wrong idea.

"No, you don’t," she says, laughing and shaking her head. "But I’ll still let you pay."

We walk down the street, and I hold her hand. It’s nice being with her like this—just innocent and having fun. I wonder if this is what my life would've been like if I hadn’t become a world-famous hockey player. If I didn’t have women after me for so many other reasons.

"This feels nice," I say.

"It feels okay." She lets go of my hand. "It’s kind of sweating now, and that's gross." She wipes her hand on her jeans. "So, we are going to go for ice cream, and then what?"

"Then you're going to go home and sleep and dream of me."

"What?" She wrinkles her nose. "You want me to go home? What, with you?"

"No. I am going to be respectful tonight."

"What do you mean you're going to be respectful?"

"I know you're not that kind of girl, Erica. And as much as I would love for you to be that kind of girl, you’re not."

"What do you mean, I'm not that kind of girl? Your cock was literally in my mouth just a couple of days ago, and I absolutely loved it."

"But that doesn’t mean every time I see you, it has to be in your mouth."

"I mean, if you didn’t think I was good…" she says, pouting.

"I thought it was amazing," I say, pulling her towards me and kissing her again. "But remember, this is a casual thing, and I don’t want to take advantage of that. You’re looking for your soulmate. And if you’re giving me blow jobs every night, it’s going to be very hard for you to find that."

"Yeah, you’re right. Plus, seven and a half inches isn’t really that big. I’m kind of looking for a nine-inch guy."

I roll my eyes. "Whatever."

I try not to feel annoyed at her words—not because I consider my dick length to be small, but because I don’t want to think about another man’s dick in her hands or in her mouth or anywhere else.

"Come on, let’s get some ice cream, and you can tell me all the things you would do on your perfect date with your perfect man."

"Why would you want to listen to that?"

"I don’t know. Maybe because it’s fun for me to be around someone who lives their life in fairytales. It’s better than watching a Disney movie."

"I could be a Disney princess if I wanted to be." She grins.

“Yeah? If you were one, I would definitely go to Disney World.”

“Why?”

“Because how many men can say they had it off with a princess?”

“That’s blasphemy, almost," she says, putting her finger against my mouth. “You can’t say that.”

“What, kinky men don’t go to Disney?”

She gives me a look. "Really, Tyler? Are you trying to ruin my entire childhood’s memories?"

"No. But maybe I’m trying to ruin you."

She gasps at my words.

"Maybe I want to fuck up that pussy so badly that all you can think about is me and my cock all day and night."

Her jaw drops. "You what?"

I chuckle. "See, you are not ready for dirty Tyler."

She licks her lips. "I don’t even know what to say."

"And that’s why I’m not going to continue, Erica. Because when I’m saying those words to you and mean it, you’re going to know exactly what to do next."