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Why does everything have to be more bloody complicated than it looks on YouTube ?
And also why on Hull’s green earth is this brush so tiny?
How am I expected not to break this?!
I mean I know I’ve got some of the steadiest hands in the league but even this might be pushing it.
I feel as though I’ve been tasked to play Operation ear edition.
“Tanner…” Arden unsuspectedly calls out prior to opening the hotel bathroom door. “Have you seen my-” the abrupt entrance causes the bite-sized device to clumsily shoot towards the ceiling yet be effortlessly caught by the palm of the opposing hand, “…hearing aid.”
There’s no taming down the arrogant grin on display. “ Tadah! ”
“You do know that that’s not a toy, right?”
“Yes.”
“That I actually need that to hear the stupid shit you say in a day.”
Tossing her a playful glare is attached to the retort, “ Yes. ”
“Then why are you playing sink hockey with it?”
“I wasn’t.”
“Fine counter hockey.”
“Not that either, Ducky.”
Her nose scrunches at the nickname; however, she doesn’t object.
Meaning she likes it.
And that she most likely hates that she does.
“Then what were you doing?” leaves her as she smoothly slides the device back into place.
“Cleaning it.”
“What? Why?”
“I thought that perhaps it might need it after last night…”
At that, Arden buries her face down in hopes of preventing me from seeing her blush.
It doesn’t.
And thank The Great One that it doesn’t.
I love being the reason her face is red whether that’s from embarrassment or lack of oxygen.
“Did that…” my boxer brief covered ass leans against the edge of the countertop during my search for the correct phrasing, “bother you?”
Our eyes meet once more. “Did what bother me?”
“Having my mouth on your ear.” I gently put down the tiny cleaning tool on top of the fabric cloth. “Having me talk in it.”
She nervously tucks a loose strand behind the area we’re discussing on a mumbled, “ I liked it. ” A tiny bite of her bottom lip is taken. “ A lot. ”
My cock instantly begins to stir prompting me to cross my hands in front of it during my continued investigating, “Is that something I should continue?”
Rather than give me the answer I want – and lets be Frank, the answer I need – she tugs the sleeves of her Dalvegan hoodie into the palms of her hands on an uncomfortable murmur, “About that…”
“Don’t you dare try to undo what we stayed up all night finally doing.”
Arden struggles not to smirk yet again.
And we were.
We were both literally up until about forty-five minutes ago, which is when she finally crashed in my arms for a quick winker while I couldn’t do anything but stare on in awe.
Awe that it really happened.
Awe that it really happened with the right woman.
Awe that me – of all bloody puckheads – really gets to have the one woman meant for him.
And Arden Hoss is most certainly meant for me and only me .
And I’ll do whatever it takes… for however long it takes… to make that completely understood as well as accepted.
“I don’t wanna not keep doing it…” she coyly announces causing relief to flood through my tense system. “But I also don’t wanna get fired for doing it.”
Shit.
That’s right.
Fraternizing is not just frowned upon by the league.
It’s a fireable offense in Dalvegan.
It’s also one reason the ice girls are constantly kept away from us, although that doesn’t and hasn’t stopped the players looking to see them scream off the ice from making that happen.
Becks used to pride himself on the number he could bag on any team in any given season.
Both available and “unavailable”.
He’s a good mate; however, he is by far the definition of a skating PR nightmare.
And given how often I tend to make media reports…us dating is likely to become one too.
“So, I have a few ground rules to keep the latter from happening,” Arden firmly states, arms folding across her chest. “Agree to them and we can continue…whatever…this…is.”
“ Dating .” Smug amusement doesn’t hesitate to be shown. “We cannot continue to do it if you cannot even say it, Ducky.” Her mouth twitches open prompting me to swiftly shake my head. “And no, I will not abide by any rule that requires me to stop calling you Ducky.”
“Fine,” she huffs with an eye roll. “At least agree to not saying it where other people can hear.”
“Where other players can hear.”
“I said people.”
“And I said what you really meant because calling you Ducky in a crowded restaurant of strangers wouldn’t bother you.”
“It might.”
“It won’t.”
“It could.”
“Still won’t.”
Another small sigh of exasperation precedes her continuing, “Rules for not, not dating include…not telling anyone on or related to the team-”
“Agreed.”
“Maintaining our professional relationship around them and in the building.”
“Is that really what we should call your dick drawing behavior?”
“And while we’re not, not dating-”
“You truly cannot just say dating, can you?”
The teasing grin I absolutely adore touches her lips. “Contract exclusivity rules apply, especially to our sex sitch.”
“We only wheel each other.” Her overly eager nodding pushes me to proclaim, “Which isn’t a problem considering I haven’t been with anyone since this summer.”
“Rule amendment.” Arden promptly lifts a finger. “No lying.”
“Unnecessary amendment as I already don’t lie to you.”
“You literally just lied.”
“I did not.”
“Did.”
“Not.”
“Did!” She stomps her bare foot on the cold floor. “You said you haven’t banged anyone else since this summer when you totally just slutted it up with that Elizabeth de Burgh aspire to be we met on the commercial set!”
“ First, ” a finger point is flung in her direction, “stick taps for the Outlaw King reference-”
“You know it feeds my runaway to Scotland obsession.”
“I could probably lead the league there like I do here.”
“Wait, I thought your homeland was Britian.”
“ Doctenn ,” I hiss, delivering her the victory of getting under my skin that she was seeking. “And second ,” the glare she’s given is an amalgamation of silly and serious, “I didn’t sleep with her.”
“What?”
“We were supposed to meet in the hotel bar for a drink, but I ghosted her instead.”
“Why?”
“Because I never really wanted to go out with her. I just didn’t wanna spend all night moping around, thinking about you being with that prancing pylon instead of me.”
“ Again ,” she snickers on a small slide forward, “your chirp game needs work.”
“I honestly haven’t been with anyone else since nor wanted to be, so statement stands. Your amendment is unnecessary, which also means we can continue to wheel without covering since you’re on the shot.”
“How do you know that?”
“How do I not know that?” More mirth meanders through my expression. “Getting that shot and getting a periodic blowout and – evidently getting your pussy waxed – are the only three ‘girly’ things you openly engage in.”
“Ugh,” Arden good naturedly grumbles, “why do you know me so fucking well?”
“Because I worked at it.” Both palms land on her hips to tug her in front of me. “And will continue to work at it.” She lovingly tangles her arms around my neck, an action that inspires me to lift her up once again by the ass. “However, I do have a few rules of my own, for this negotiation sesh, babe.”
Her ankles cross along the small of my back the instant there’s enough space to. “I’m listening.”
“With both ears?”
She snickers at the teasing prior to sassing, “I am now. ”
“Rule one? We resume me cooking for us immediately. Becks does not at all appreciate my impressive cauldron boil, boil toil and trouble skills.”
“Stick taps on the silky mitted Shakespeare wordplay.”
“Macbeth was seven down on my crossword yesterday.”
To my surprise, one set of Arden’s fingers run through the hair along the back of my neck on a quiet confession, “ I missed doing those with you, Hamster Boy. ”
“ I missed them being done with you, Ducky. ”
Our mouths steal a minor moment to brush against one another’s locking in a much sweeter, softer nature than they did last night.
This time it isn’t about setting the tone for what’s to come so much as appreciating the one that’s already here.
Gently gliding my tongue once against her receives a whimper and tighter gripping while twice is rewarded with an eager moan and a bit of tugging.
Epositogivemefuckingstrength .
We don’t really have time for a quickie.
Not even if we could somehow pack and fuck at the same time.
Pulling back to finish our convo effortlessly bumps its way up the list of difficult plays I’ve had to execute. “Rule two? We can occasionally go on real dates in public where the media is unlikely to see us together. I understand we have to be cautious – dare I say extremely cautious given how buying a tie next to the wrong broadskie earns me a wheeling style headline; however, I wanna show you off whenever I’m able to.”
Arden reluctantly nods. “Fine.”
“Rule Three?”
“Add a fourth and this is over before we even board the plane.”
“You only wear my number.”
The quirked brow encourages me to continue.
“I don’t give a shite what the event is…if you’re wearing a number it will be mine.”
“Whistle on the play.”
“For?”
“An unnecessary rule.”
It’s my turn to lift my brows in curiosity.
“I already only wear your number.” Her hands flirtatiously slide down the front of my bare chest as she wiggles herself back to the ground. “And sometimes… just your number.”
“ That, ” I needily groan. “I want that whenever I’m over at your place or you’re over at mine and clothes have to be worn.”
“What did I say about more than three rules?”
“It’s an amendment to number three.”
Giggles are unfortunately bulldozed by banging on the door. “ Snowman! ” Cap’s voice has her eyes instantly widening in surprise. “ We leave in five! ”
Damn.
We truly do not have time to do anything about the wood she’s made me grow.
Not even a blowie.
Hell, I’m pretty sure I couldn’t even jerk it fast enough to get back to Texas on an empty load.
The disappointment drives a boyish pleading to leave my lips right above a whisper, “Show me your tits one more time.”
Arden stops reaching for her device cleaning kit to toss me a scolding stare. “ Tanner. ”
“What?” My shoulders innocently bounce. “It’s a long flight home.”
“Okay!”
“ Really?! ”
“No.” She snatches the objects off the counter. “I’m not gonna show you a little t simply because you asked.”
Half-hearted pouting gets her giggling again.
“However, you did do something unprompted and unconventionally sweet and uncharacteristically thoughtful-”
“There were a few too many un words in that compliment.”
“-so for that…” my Slayer – fuck, I can hardly believe I get to actually say that – abruptly lifts the edge of her sweatshirt to flash me the pair of brown beauties I can’t wait to get my mitts back on, “you should be rewarded.”
“ Modanohearmenow , I cannot wait to have those in my mouth again.”
Two more pounds are delivered to the room blockade. “ Four! ”
Cap’s unnecessary counting results in her dropping her hoodie back down, spinning on her heels, and hastily collecting the few other scattered items she has.
Quickly getting dressed isn’t a difficult task for either of us.
And neither is getting past our team leader’s scrutinizing stares over the surprise reveal we were forced to have a slumber party due to the hotel’s fuckery.
Fuckery that I am inclined to leave them a stellar review regarding considering the consequence of their actions gave me the dub I’ve been dreaming about since last season.
On the team plane, Arden doesn’t hesitate to drop down in the seat next to me or to shove her work phone in front of my sleep deprived face. “ Bloodyhell, Hoss. Any closer to my complexion and you’ll be able to count the number of scratches I have from last night’s game.”
To be honest, the scratches are from her.
Just like the bruises she’s hiding with the collar of her hoodie are from me.
“I’m sitting here because I have the worst job in the world,” she announces in a familiar fashion, “like cutting rugby fields with safety scissors would be better-”
“That’s not a thing.”
“-but since that position got filled before I could apply-”
“ That’s not a real thing. ”
“-I’m here, asking you, who – other than me – do you like to sit beside when you fly?”
“That’s easy.” I remove my blanket from my travel bag. “Cap or Hedgie.”
“Fuckyoubro,” Wahl pipes up from the seat in front of us. “Why them? Why not me?”
“Cap reads-”
“ Silently ,” Eeyore declares during the adjusting of himself in his seat.
“Hedgie sleeps-”
“Easier when you plugs aren’t chirping so goddamn loud.”
“While you ,” my chin kicks in his direction, “snack on your local city leftovers-”
“Frybread tacos are even better when you may be a little hungover.”
“-and unleash stomach churning scents you unknowingly smuggled in your clothing.”
“Is that you?!” squeaks Arden in tandem with shutting off the camera. “Are you the one that smells like patchouli and prayers?”
“Prayers don’t smell,” Wahl murmurs between sniffs of his sweatshirt. “And in my defense-”
“Always a good start for a d-man.”
“-I didn’t know we were going to a strip club. I didn’t even know Utah could have strip clubs.”
“Good information to remember if you’re ever on Celebrity Jeopardy ,” chimes Potato.
“Yeah no, I don’t think it is,” Peck lightly laughs.
Conversations curve elsewhere allowing me to quietly offer the edge of my blanket to the woman at my side, “Care to share?”
She casually nods, and I drape the material over her lap.
Smile when she smiles.
Smile wider when she scoots closer.
Lets her leg rest next to mine in the unseen back corner of the plane.
Retrieving my half-done crossword puzzle occurs next; however, rather than insist I put it in the middle for both of us to better view, she uses the distance as an excuse to lean over.
Brush her tit against my arm.
Allow me to cleverly caress her nipple with the non-pen holding thumb.
I watch her eyes struggle to not become hooded while suggesting answers I could not give a fuck less about.
Not when she’s silently panting.
Or mouthing my name.
Or pretending to tuck her hand in her hoodie to hiddenly rub my cock instead.
“ F… ” is all that comes out courtesy of Arden clearing her throat to mask my groan.
The sound inspires me to steal a quick glimpse of our surroundings.
Note who’s asleep.
Who isn’t.
Who can possibly see us.
Who definitely can’t.
Logically, I know it’s idiotic.
We’re talking top cheddar of asininity.
Getting a fucking handy, in public, on a plane, by my new girlfriend who could literally get fired if anyone finds out has got to be an action worthy of the Stanley of stupidity.
Yet…here I am.
Casually sliding my shaft out of my sweats.
Sinking into her slow strokes.
Subtly heaving my hips upward to thrust in her warm grasp.
“ Fuckthatsgood ,” skates past my lips in a hushed tone.
“ Couldn’t wait ‘til we got home, ” she retorts at a similar volume, prompting my hooded glare to find hers. “ Want me to stop? ”
“ I want you to make me come ,” I gruffly confess on another lift. “ And I want you to fucking swallow it, Slayer. ”
Another round of airy whines precedes Arden increasing her efforts by gripping harder.
Working my entire length.
Smearing precum around and around and around the tip of my dick with the palm of her hand before slathering it down to my balls where she then cups me.
Lightly tugs.
Rolls them around and cups them again leaving me no choice but to chomp down on my bottom lip in hopes of choking down my own moans.
Fuckme, being dumb has never felt so bloody good.
Gradual pumps grow in numbers and intensity to the point I can longer command myself to remain still.
Painfully quiet, yeah, but idle to an onlooker, no.
Fuck no.
Arden harshens her hold, angles her wrist, and clutches my cock at the perfect position so that the ridges of her slick fingers add seat levitating friction to what was already the best hand job I’ve ever had.
I jerk up when she slides down.
Crumple the booklet when she tugs my nuts.
Grind into her sloppier and slipperier twisting and turning while watching the blanket inch further and further down, continuously exposing more of our taboo actions until it hits my ankles, at which point she swallows my cock.
Traps it in her throat.
Lets the soaking wet muscles constrict just enough to finish off the work of her hand.
Coming can’t be stopped, and neither can my fingers firmly planting themselves on the back of her head to guarantee she fulfils the earlier request. “ Fuckyes, Slayer, ” airily trickles free at the same time I savagely grab onto her messy bun. “ Swallow. ” Feeling her throat ceaselessly work to guzzle down the blazing bursts has me clamping my eyes shut. “ Keep swallowing. ” I nail my head against the back of the seat and shakily grumble the only thing I now want more than a championship this season, “ Swallow every last drop for me. ”