Chase

Throughout practice, I was riding high off my energy from this morning and my encounter with Lindsey. I couldn't help feeling pumped up, not just from the adrenaline I was building up during practice, but from my memory of what I felt this morning when Lindsey and I connected in the kitchen. I swore I could still feel the sparks we created just being in the same space.

The feel of her against me, the sensation of her lips on mine, made my skin tingle in all the best ways. I needed an outlet for the budding energy I was feeling, and since I wouldn't be able to spend this energy the way I wanted, releasing it in practice would have to do.

I was so amped up; I may have checked Nate a little harder than necessary into the boards during one play. I apologized afterward and told him I was just pumped up for the game the following night and brought all my enthusiasm to practice. He told me not to worry about it since everyone was amped up for the game. We all really wanted to beat the team we would be playing- the Los Angeles Warriors.

We've been big rivals for a while, and everyone on the team wanted to wipe the ice with those guys. Their current team captain, Tatum Charles, was a real piece of work. Last season, he stuck around for a while after we beat them 3-0. He walked up to Tyler's girlfriend, Ali, and grabbed her ass as we headed out of the building to celebrate. Fucker was looking to start a fight. Lucky for us, security stepped in and escorted the asshole away before anyone could retaliate.

Yeah, we all want a piece of that guy, even T.J., who is new to the team this year. He said he's never liked Tatum. They played together in Chicago before Tatum was traded to Los Angeles. T.J. said the guy has always been a cocky mother fucker. Thinks his shit don't stink and that he's God's gift to Earth or some bullshit like that. I can't wait to knock him down a few pegs.

Maybe I'll put him in his place tomorrow.

......

I thought I used up a good deal of energy at practice, but heading home, I felt myself getting excited all over again. This time because I was going to see my girl again. I just needed to remember not to do anything stupid in front of Liam.

I don't think he would actually kill me, but he's pretty amped up from today's practice, and I wouldn't be surprised if he let loose 100% of that energy on me if he found out what I've started doing with his little sister.

The girls made a feast for us and had everything ready by the time we made it to the apartment. They probably figured we would need all the extra sustenance after our extra hard practice today. The assumption was absolutely correct. Liam and I were starving when we walked in the door. It didn't take us long to devour the meal that was prepared for us.

After eating and helping Lindsey and Taylor clean up, we all vegged out in the living room for a bit, winding down from the day and talking about tomorrow's game- namely, how none of us can stand the rival team members. Taylor had an encounter with Tatum last season that left a bad taste in her mouth. He saw her in the stands with a Cobras jersey and started catcalling her and making lewd gestures during warm-ups. She glared at him and told him to fuck off; that only seemed to egg him on.

So, during that game, Liam, Nate, myself, and a few other guys made sure he got well-acquainted with the boards and the ice that night. Some more roughly than others, but the penalty box was well worth teaching that jerk a lesson. And, we still ended up winning the game, so it was extra satisfying.

It started to get late, and Liam decided to hit the sack, followed shortly by Taylor. Their absence left Lindsey and me alone for the first time since this morning. It felt like a lifetime since I could get close to her the way I wanted to. So, once the others vacated the living room, I promptly moved to the now empty spot by my girl and gave her a slow sensual kiss.

"I have been waiting all day to get to do that again," I say as I nuzzle her neck softly.

She giggles as my stubble scratches gently against her skin. "You just saw me this morning. It really hasn't been that long."

"It was too long ago. Do you realize that kind of torture it is not to get to walk in the door and come right up to you and kiss you the way I want to right away?"

She lets out a sigh. "I know, but we can't tell Liam yet. I just want to give us more time before we cross that bridge."

"Yeah, he'll probably kill me when we tell him. Or maim me, at least."

"See, we can't have that. I like all your parts right where they are." Her eyes flutter quickly to my lap, then back to my eyes. So fast, I may have imagined it.

I give her a flirty smile. "So, you like my parts, huh?"

She blushes the sweetest shade of pink. "I said I like them where they are. Besides, I haven't seen all of your parts yet to know if I like them or not, yet."

She covers her mouth as soon as the words are released. Almost as if she didn't mean to actually say them. Too late, the words have been spoken, and now I have more fuel for my naughty fantasies, not that I needed to add more fuel to that fire- nope, I had plenty of that before, but now, she's handed me a barrel of rocket fuel for those bad boys. She wants to see my parts.

Before I can say the thought out loud, Lindsey drops her hands from her mouth and hops off the couch. "On that note, I think I am going to lay down. Spare myself any more embarrassment tonight. And in the morning, we can just pretend I didn't say that and make a complete ass out of myself."

She plants a quick peck on my cheek and wishes me a good night before sprinting to the bedroom and quickly locking it behind her. Yeah, no chance in hell will I just forget what she said to me. I will cling to that admission forever. She wants to see me, all of me. All she has to do is say the word, and I will be more than happy to oblige her and show her whatever parts of me she wants to see.

I smile to myself as I head to my own bed. Her fuel now making my thoughts run rampant with all the things I plan to do when she decides she's ready to go there with me. I start to fantasize again about just what I would do with my parts when she gives me the go-ahead.

......

It's game day! All of the guys are excited and ready to kick some Warrior ass. We're all finishing up in the locker room, talking smack about the L.A. team when we're given the all-clear to head out to the ice to start warming up.

As I make my first circle around the rink, I slow down as I pass the section where Lindsey and Taylor are sitting. I catch her eye and throw her my sexiest smile and a quick wink before I pass by. She immediately blushes and giggles to Taylor as we continue with the warm-up. This game is for her.

The Warriors come out to start their warm-up, and I closely watch Tatum. He makes a few circles around the ice. Then, he slows when he reaches Taylor and Lindsey's section on his fourth round. I feel myself stiffen. That mother fucker!

He says something to them, making Lindsey grimace and look at the ground and causing Taylor to shoot him a nasty look and a double bird. He laughs at her gesture and makes his way around the ice again after blowing Taylor a lewd air kiss.

I look to my left and see I'm not the only one who saw what just happened. T.J., Nate, and Liam saw it too. They look about as happy as I feel right now. Liam looks like he's about to commit murder, T.J. glares at Tatum, and Nate clenches his fists. Oh, this game will be interesting.

Once the game starts, we play fast and hard, everyone working in sync to take these guys down. Every member of our team has the same objective, and we are all hungry for this win. Liam scored our first goal in the first period, T.J. and Nate both scored in the second, and I scored in the third with an assist from Liam. The Warriors managed one point in the first period before we shut them down.

We won the game 4-1, even with Liam, T.J., and I all landing ourselves in the penalty box for part of the game. We may have been a bit rough with one of the Warriors a few times. He got T.J. and me back, though. He slammed me into the boards in the second period and T.J. in the third. Pretty sure that's gonna hurt in the morning, but it's totally worth it!

After we change, we meet the girls in the waiting area. Taylor busies herself, congratulating everyone on the win, and gives a few extra congrats for those of us who landed a few hard checks on Tatum. In the meantime, Lindsey keeps her eyes trained on me. I can see how proud she is of us; she is practically glowing. She looks so beautiful right now. It takes all I have not to scoop her up right here and kiss her long and hard against the wall.

She moves closer to me and tells me congratulations as she pulls her lower lip into her mouth. If only we were alone!

I pull her in for a hug. Liam can't find that suspicious, right? She's just congratulating me on the win. Yeah, a hug is fine. I pull her under my arm on my unbruised side as she wraps her arms around me. She hugs me tightly, causing me to wince as she puts pressure right where my side hit the boards. Yep, definitely gonna hurt tomorrow.

She gasps and tries to let go. I hold her steady, not ready to be away from her yet. I'll take the pain any day over letting her go. She's well worth it.

Liam breaks us out of our bubble when he comes to claim a hug for himself. I want nothing more than to steal her attention all to myself for the rest of the night. I wonder if there's some way I can swing that...

"Hey, who's down for some drinks and dancing?" Drew yells from the other side of the room.

Perfect!

As almost everyone else agrees to go out for the night, I wince and grab my affected side. "Oooo. Yeah, I think I'm gonna go home and put some ice on this. It hurts like hell."

Lindsey catches the quick look I shoot in her direction. "I think I'm gonna go home too." She stifles a fake yawn. "I'm beat."

Liam looks over at me, "Yeah, I'm gonna skip the bar tonight."

Before he can see the panic etching its way across my face, Taylor pipes up. "No, Liam, you have to come out! I need my partner in crime!" She grabs his arm in both hands and pouts up at him.

I huff a quiet sigh of relief. Taylor, I freaking love you!

"You're not making Chase come out!"

"He's injured. You're not." She plants a hand on her hip and engages him in a stare off.

After a minute, he caves. "Uggg, fine. But I'm not having a repeat of the other night! And no shots!"

Taylor laughs at his antics and quickly glances at Lindsey and me before hauling him away with the rest of the group heading to the bar.

Finally, I have some more time alone with my girl.

I wonder what this night has in store for us...