“What about my pre-game good luck kiss? How’m I gonna get that from you if I don’t see you before I leave?” His voice is low, the way it gets when he’s thinking about sex.

I cross my legs as the fountain of beave turns on. “I gave you loads of good luck kisses this morning. Those aren’t going to carry you through?”

His words come out even grittier. “Those were hours ago. They don’t count.”

He’s so cute. “None of them count? Not even the ones I gave Super MC? Or the one my beaver gave him?”

Alex groans. “That visual is burned into my brain for all eternity. You know this means I have to rub one out on my own, right?”

“I promise me and the beave will take care of you and Super MC tonight after the game, okay?”

Alex sighs. “Fine. Come by the locker room on your way to your seat, though. I’ll make sure they know you’re coming.”

“Are you feeling nostalgic? You want to bang me in the locker room again?”

I’m rewarded with another deep sigh. “Yes, but that’s not why I want you to stop by. I’m getting my kiss before I hit the ice tonight. We need a win, and I need your lips.”

I shiver at his tone. He’s been intense in bed lately—like, locker room intense.

“Okay, and after the game you can have them anywhere you want them.”

“I like the sound of that.”

I peek around the office to make sure no one’s listening and lower my voice. “My beaver’s already drooly.”

“I fucking love how wet you get for me.”

“Only for you, Alex.”

This is a weenie lie. I mean, no one turns me on like Alex, but it really doesn’t take much to make my beaver drool. I’ve always been this way.

Alex doesn’t need to know that though, and any kind of ego stroke, especially after losing the last two games, is good for his pre-game morale.

“That’s right. Only for me, baby.”

“You and Super MC. I’ll see you soon, okay?”

“Uh-huh. I love you, Violet.”

He hangs up before I can respond, likely because he’s jacking off.

-&-

Just like he asked, I stop by the locker room before settling into my front row seat at center ice, and as he said, the security dudes are expecting me. Of course, they aren’t expecting Charlene, Lily, and Sunny to be tagging along. And neither is Alex.

Instead of it being him and me, there are suddenly eight of us: four smelly, horny hockey boys—because no matter how much they wash their jerseys and pads, they always smell like the inside of a hockey bag—and four equally horned-up women.

The potential for a serious mouth fuck is thwarted by the awkwardness of too many witnesses, at least for me, but it doesn’t seem to stop Balls and Lily from trying to get each other off with their clothes on. I settle for a less aggressive, mini mouth fuck with promises of more later, when no one is watching or listening—and Lily isn’t moaning right beside me.

Buck has to pry Balls off her so he can finish getting ready. He’s all pads and no jersey, and it’s actually pretty entertaining. Even with Buck attached to his back, he won’t leave Lily alone.

“You really are a Horny Nut Sac, aren’t you?” I ask.

He grins, possibly at my commentary, but doesn’t look my way at all. Instead he rubs Lily’s bottom lip with his thumb. “What do you say to no sleep tonight, luscious?”

“Sounds like fun.” She bites his thumb.

“Which we all know is code for sex. Okay, let’s go, Balls. We have a game to play before you can get her naked.” Buck is only successful because Lily steps back and Sunny shuffles Lily behind her, hiding her from view. That seems to break Randy out of his trance, so they’re able to corral him back into the locker room.

“Are you two planning to find a bathroom to screw in after the game?” I ask Lily.

I’m only kind of joking. Lily and Randy seem to have a strange affinity for getting it on in bathrooms, even when there are perfectly good bedrooms available.

“Depends on whether Randy can wait until we get back to his place tonight.” Lily seems strangely serious.

We make our way through the stadium to our awesome seats. My mom and Sidney, my stepdad, are already there, talking to a couple. Actually, Sidney’s doing all the talking while my mom and the other woman stare at him. Sidney always knows someone, being a scout and Buck’s dad and all. We settle into our seats and order drinks and snacks.

The games have become a lot more fun now that we’re all dating these super-hot hockey players and attend them together. I can’t believe I used to read books while they played. Now I can’t take my eyes off the action.

“I hope they win tonight,” Sunny says from my left, sipping what looks like juice. Along with not eating animals, Sunny doesn’t like beer. Not that one is related to the other in any way.

Chicago needs a win to get some morale back. They lost against Buffalo when Lance got a five-minute penalty, leaving them down a player in the final period of the game. Buffalo scored not one, but two goals during that time, and Chicago never recovered the lead. They lost the game before that as well, but there wasn’t a penalty to blame it on, just some sloppy playing and chippy behavior.

Alex has been staying out of the penalty box for the most part, but I can see his frustration on the ice when things aren’t going the way he’d like. It’s tough after taking home the Cup; the expectation of repeating the previous season is unreasonable, but they still want the glory. Making it to the finals last season means they had a shorter off-season and less time to recover, which put them at a disadvantage this season right from the start.