Page 33 of The Alternate Captain (Elite Hockey #3)

Apparently, the equipment storage room at the far end of the tunnels is a good spot for a little alone time. I hadn’t known about it until Danny mentioned it in passing, so I grabbed the key from the key store earlier. It’s not usually locked, but I want to be prepared.

As soon as Kelly calls me to say she’s outside, I make sure the coast is clear and slip out of the dressing room, navigating to the double doors to let her inside. She’s wearing a huge winter coat, and she looks so adorable.

“I’m so glad you’re back,” I say, pulling her inside.

“Where are we going?” she says as I lead her through the tunnels towards the storage room.

We slip inside and I look around, reaching for a crate and sliding it in front of the door before locking it from the inside—knowing my luck, someone else has a key and they’ll be able to push my key out from the other side given the age of these locks.

“I’ve missed you, beautiful,” I say, cupping her face in my hands .

“You can’t be serious, Johnny. It stinks in here. It smells like—”

“Don’t say it,” I say, pressing my finger to her lips. “Forget about everything and come here.”

She hums into me as I kiss her, and before I know it, her hands are pushing at the waistband of my sweats. Pre-training kit is handy for this sort of thing.

“You’re hard already,” she says into my lips.

And when her hand grips my shaft, I let out a shudder.

“I’ve really fucking missed you,” I say.

My breath halts in my throat as she drops to her knees in front of me.

Teasing me, she works her way all the way from the base of my dick, right to the tip, and she moans onto me as she opens her mouth, letting me slip inside a little.

I can’t stop myself from running my hand through her hair, pushing her face into me a little as I try to coax more of me into her mouth.

But when I drop my head back to moan, she stands and kisses my chin.

“Do you have any tape around here?” she says.

I raise a brow at her. “Huh?”

And then she holds out her wrists, tight together. My dick leaks with excitement.

We’d talked about it briefly while she was away. I said I wanted to try a new position, and Kelly agreed that she was interested. And now she mentions it... this is the perfect place, given the circumstances.

“Take your coat off and stand next to the shelf,” I say, nudging her towards the steel railing that supports the side of the shelf.

I reach for a roll of tape and find the end, then I tape her wrists around the railing above her head, but with enough flex for her to bend her arms.

My heart is beating so hard, because we also talked about increasing the dirty chat. It is completely new for me, and, to put it bluntly, I’m embarrassed. What if she laughs at me? What if I say the wrong thing and she gets the ick ?

But here she is. Waiting for me to take control. And I figure I won’t get better at it unless I try and see how she reacts.

I tug the zip of her jeans down and pop the button.

“Are you wet for me?” I whisper into her ear.

“Yes,” she pants.

“Have you missed me?”

She nods.

“Good. Now let me give you what you need, beautiful.”

She practically purrs as I kiss her neck. I slip her jeans down; she swallows.

“Is this what you need?” I ask, reaching for her underwear and tugging them down.

“Yes,” she says.

“Do you need my dick to make you feel good, Kelly?”

Another nod.

“I want you to tell me,” I say, kissing her jaw. “Tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you.”

“I want you to fuck me, Johnny.”

I rub my hand over my dick, still exposed from the blowjob, then rub the head right onto her clit.

“Yeah? Do you want me to make you come, baby? Spread your legs a little wider,” I say, nudging them open with my knee.

And with a few adjustments, we find the right angle.

I get her clit with my piercing like before and she writhes against the tape, eyes closing and mouth parting as she moans.

And when I edge myself into her, she gasps, so I slide my hands up under her shirt to toy with her nipples, teasing her even more.

“Hold still and relax for me. I want to go deep,” I tell her, eyes locked on each other as I push in.

I take a deep breath in, letting myself adjust to her. Because despite how busy we’ve been in the bedroom, it never gets old—she always feels fucking incredible .

I watch my dick disappear and I slide out again, before thrusting in slowly, building a steady rhythm, trying to hold back a little, willing the moment to last longer.

“Please, Johnny,” she says, biting her lip and looking down between us.

“You want me to make you come?” I say.

“Yes.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes,” she says.

“If I rub your clit for you, are you going to be a good girl for me, and come on my dick?”

I don’t even know where that came from, but I’m going with it. She quivers around me, so that must be a good sign.

“Yes. Please.”

Having her practically begging for it is more than enough to entice me. I drop one hand to her clit and move in circles, building up the speed with the rhythm of my fucking. I bury my head in her neck to nibble on her skin; delicate and fresh and just so very her .

“Johnny—”

She comes on my dick just as the door rattles.

“Shit,” I say, probably a little too loud. And in the panic, I pull out and yank her jeans up, forgetting about my dick.

A moment later, there are footsteps walking away from the room, and I glance back at Kelly, the horror on her face making me feel a little queasy.

“Johnny—ohmigod.”

I pull the tape off her wrists and then fix myself, except I’m harder than ever—the thought of getting caught pulling at my balls, and I need to come.

“There’s no way I can go out there like this,” I say. “I’m going to have to finish.”

Kelly fixes her clothes before stepping towards me, lowering her voice. “Do you think they’ve gone? ”

We listen hard for a moment and I nod. “I heard footsteps walking away, so—”

“Okay, but make it quick,” she says, dropping to her knees.

It doesn’t take me long at all, and I bite my tongue as I come down her throat a moment later.

Then, I get to work cleaning up as best as I can before putting the room back to how we found it.

“How was the dirty talk, by the way? Any feedback is welcome.” I grin, trying to push past my embarrassment.

Kelly giggles. “It was fine.”

“Just fine? Damn.”

“Okay, it was great. I mean, I had a good time.”

Pulling her face towards mine, I drop a kiss onto her lips and make a mental note to do more research.

I’m also stalling, because there’s something I’m keen to ask her, and I’m feeling really fucking nervous about what she may say.

“Are you okay?” she asks, cocking her head to the side. “Was it okay for you?”

“Oh, heck yeah. I just... how do you feel about spending Christmas in Canada with me?” I ask.

It’s been something I’ve been mulling over ever since I got back from Kelly’s tour. Since having those few days together really set me up for wanting more. I’m so keen to have more one-on-one time with her. And I figured, if we go to Canada, we’d have the whole place to ourselves.

“What?” she asks, cocking her head to the side. “Are you kidding?”

“No. How do you feel about it? I mean, you don’t have to, but I remember you telling me Christmas hasn’t been the same since Jeremy... and I figured that it may be nice to give you a new memory of it. We can stay at my mom’s place since she’s never there. I can fix your plane ticket.”

“I don’t know, Johnny. What would I tell my parents?”

“Shit. I guess, just tell them you’re spending it with a friend? ”

Kelly’s expression changes from pensive to something a little more curious.

“And your mom wouldn’t be there?”

“Well, she never is. But if you wanted to meet her—”

“Can I think about it?”

“Which part? Coming or meeting her?”

“Both. I just want to make sure it’d be okay. And I have some savings, Johnny. I wouldn’t want you paying for my ticket.”

She pulls out her phone and curses at the poor signal.

“You do realise we’d only be there for like three days? With your schedule and—”

“I guess you’re right,” I say, realising that I’m probably talking with my dick. But then she turns to me with a glint in her eye.

“You know what? Fuck it. Let’s do it.”

The universe is on our side, because whoever was trying to force their way in earlier is nowhere to be seen when I peek around the door to sneak Kelly out.

And when she’s safely out of the back door, I wander back to the locker room. It’s as if I never left. In fact, I blend right into the background—which is fine by me.