Overtime(113)

“That should be you!” her father yelled, but Kacey didn’t agree. She was where she was supposed to be. In love and happy with Jordie. She sent her dad a smile as everyone cheered but then it dropped when Mena started crying. Taking her from Karl, Lacey cuddled her as they lined up for the next puck drop. Winning the puck back, Jordie was the first to pick it up, sending it quickly up to Anderson, who was rushing the net. He was stopped though, and the puck was swiped from him. But Jordie got it, shooting it hard to the net. The goalie blocked it though, sending it back to Erik, who sent it fast to Jordie, who acted as if he was going to shoot, but instead, sent it to Karson, who went five-hole, getting another goal.

Kacey was the first one to say that she loved hockey. Lived and breathed it. And when her brother scored, with the help of her boyfriend, she was so proud. But when she saw the grin on Jordie’s face, it wasn’t the goal Karson scored that brought her to tears, it was the happiness in Jordie’s eyes. The guys were wrapped up in a huge bromance hug and Lacey was hollering beside her as she just stood there, tears rushing down her face. Wiping them away, she shook her head and knew that this was what Jordie had needed. He’d needed to be on the ice to help push him along the road to recovery.

And now he was.





Moving her nose along Jordie’s jaw, Kacey let out a long breath.

She didn’t want to let him go.

“I want to go play, but I don’t want to leave you,” he said, reading her thoughts as his lips skimmed along the middle of her brow. Closing her eyes, she held on to him tighter, nodding her head. She knew that he had to go, it was his job, but it didn’t suck any less.

“I don’t want to let you go,” she agreed, taking a huge sniff of his beard, memorizing the smell, though she couldn’t forget it if she tried. “I sent you an email with AA groups in every city.”

He smiled against her forehead, kissing it before nodding. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” she said softly, and her heart just hurt. This was the first time he’d be leaving since their reunion. They had been inseparable for the last two months. Just them, well, her family included, but mainly just them. He was going to be gone for a week, a whole damn week. She wouldn’t have anything to do because the team would be gone, so she didn’t have to do any workouts for them. It sucked. The only good thing was she still got to work out with Elli. Even Lacey had started too, and from what Elli said the other day, a couple of other girls might be joining in too. Which was cool—she needed the distraction.

She needed something to help her not worry about Jordie relapsing.

“I’m gonna be fine, sugar thighs,” he said roughly against her face. “Don’t worry.”

“Oh I know,” she said, playing it off. “But it does make me nervous.”

“I know,” he whispered. “Me too, but I’m rooming with Benji.”

“Yeah, that’s good too,” she said, because it was. With Benji winning against the disease of alcoholism, Kacey was excited that he would be with Jordie. Maybe he’d even be a little motivational. He seemed like a good guy, and Jordie needed that. Too many hockey players were dicks, but Elli’s team only had a few. Kacey hoped Jordie stayed away from them. She prayed so at least. “I know you’ll be fine,” she said, more for herself than for him.

“I will be,” he agreed, kissing the side of her mouth. “Will you miss me, sugar thighs?” he whispered huskily against her lips, and she smiled as she nodded.

“Just a little bit,” she teased and he smiled. “I’ll be lonely, and who is going to cook? Also, who will keep me warm at night and make love to me?”

With desire burning in his eyes, he gathered her in his arms. “Only me, so you’ll have to wait for me to get home.”

She nodded, her nose moving along his, her lips grazing his. “Not at all a problem.”

“Good.” He rolled her over, his body covering hers. “Now let me between these sweet sugary thighs before I have to go shower.”

She could only nod as he took her mouth with his, his hand running up her ribs and taking ahold of her breast. Deepening the kiss, she closed her eyes, his body settling between her legs, his thick cock hard against her wanton *. Gasping against his mouth, she arched into him as he moaned.

“How do you do this to me?” he whispered, pulling her leg back, her * opening for him, his cock laying against her wet center. “Make me so f*cking crazy with need?” he asked, his eyes trained on hers, making her hot all over. “Just a kiss, baby, and I’m harder than ever.”

She smiled as she moved her * up the length of his cock and back down, her eyes never leaving his. “It’s a talent,” she teased, and his lips curved as he took ahold of his cock and directed it inside of her, each inch of him disappearing ever so slowly. When he was in to the hilt, he pushed both her legs back to her shoulders, groaning loudly. Her heart slammed into her chest as his eyes moved along her body, stopping at where they were connected. As he thrust into her, she cried out and he slowly pulled out and then pushed back into her in a perfect and utterly breathless sequence. Sweat dripped down his arms onto her legs as he continued to move in and out of her, his eyes never leaving the spot where they were joined.

“So hot,” he muttered, his fingers biting into her thighs. “So f*cking hot,” he grunted out, his strokes of total pleasure moving a little faster. Letting go of her leg, he reached out, putting his fingers into her mouth. She bit down playfully, a hiss of breath leaving his mouth before she swirled her tongue around his fingers, sucking them into her mouth. Pulling them out, he reached between them, moving them along her extended clit, her body rocketing up against his as he went deeper inside of her. Squeezing her thigh, he moved his fingers faster along her, quickly, wanting her to come. She was almost there. Closing her eyes, she took ahold of her breast, arching her back as he flicked his fingers along her bundle of nerves.