Overtime(96)

“Plus, my core hurts. You made me do a billion crunches and seven billion burpees,” he accused and she shrugged.

“Helped with your slap shot though. So in the long run, you’ll be thanking me and you’ll forget about your little bruised ego.”

“You’re being condescending, aren’t you?” he asked, coming toe-to-toe with her, his eyes locked on hers.

“Just a little. I won fair and square.”

His face twisted in shock. “The hell you did! You did some cutesy shit that no one does and caught me off guard.”

“You’re full of it! I’ve seen plenty of people do that in the NHL. You’re just mad that you got beat by Khaotic Kacey!”

Looking up at the roof, he laughed from his gut. “Are you really busting out that wack-ass nickname? You aren’t Khaotic Kacey, you’re crazy!”

She scoffed. “Hater.”

“Brat,” he said, taking her by her jersey and pulling her to him.

“Sore loser.”

“Show-off,” he shot back before his mouth came down to hers.

“I don’t kiss losers,” she muttered right as his lips came to hers.

“Well, you’re in luck, ’cause I love kissing chaotic, crazy winners who make up stupid nicknames for themselves,” he said with a grin before capturing her mouth with his. She wanted to laugh, but there was no laughing when Jordie Thomas’s mouth was on hers. Dropping her gloves, she wrapped her arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. He nibbled on her bottom lip and she felt his gloves hit the ground before his hands snaked into her girdle, grabbing her bottom. “I also love sex with said person I just described.”

“Well, you’re gonna have to wait, because I am not having sex here.”

“No one is here though,” he said, thrusting into her.

“Whatever, this place isn’t empty, for one. And two, who wants to have sex in an ice rink? That’s so unbelievably dumb. What if your ass sticks to the ice? Or, by God, your dick! I would die…and so take pictures to post on Facebook,” she said, dissolving into laughter as his face filled with horror.

Removing his hands from her body, he shook his head. “And the moment is dead.”

“Good, make sure it stays that way. You don’t disrespect the ice by f*cking on it.” She scoffed and he laughed.

“But it’s combining two of my favorite things: hockey and you.”

“We’ll play,” she shot at him as they picked up their gear. “And I’ll keep winning.”

“What the hell ever,” he barked as they skated toward the bench. “But on a serious note, why didn’t you keep playing? You’re good, baby,” he said, smacking her shin with his stick.

She smiled. “Thanks, but you know I reached the end goal for me. I wanted to win the gold. I did, and that’s it.”

“You know I’m sorry for not being there. I watched on the TV though, drank a lot for you.”

She rolled her eyes. “You should have stopped at the you watched part.”

He shrugged. “Maybe, but really, you should have done more with it. Like, go into the NHL.”

“I never thought about going into the NHL ’cause I didn’t think it was possible, but Baylor Moore proved that wrong.”

And boy, did she. She was all over the media, and she was a little rough around the edges, so of course, Kacey liked her. She was nice enough, but driven. She played her heart out and had truly embarrassed all the naysayers. With a daddy like star Bruins forward River Moore, it only made sense. But still, it was so cool to see a woman in the NHL. Kacey was probably more excited than Baylor was about the first game. She just hoped it opened the door for other little girls who wanted that as their end goal.

“You could still do it, y’know,” he suggested, but she shook her head.

“I don’t want to. I want to be a wife and a mom one day. Can’t do that while I’m working to further my hockey career. And plus, I think I always knew I would end up with a hockey player. I kinda think they’re hot—”

“You mean, I’m hot,” he corrected. “Singular. One hockey player. Me.”

She rolled her eyes. “Yes, I kinda think you’re hot, and I don’t think it’d be fair to the kids when they are being raised by a nanny,” she said and he nodded.

“Yeah, you’re right. I just wish you’d use your talent on something. Maybe coaching some girlies?”

She shrugged. It was an idea, but one she really hadn’t thought about. “Maybe.”

He leaned over, kissing the side of her mouth. “You’d be good,” he said, kissing her again. “Plus, you’d be hot blowing a whistle. Which, by the way, wanna blow mine?”

He waggled his eyebrows at her and she smacked him as she laughed. “You’re a horndog.”

“Yes, ma’am. Only for you though,” he said with a wink. She grinned, going over the boards and onto the bench to untie her laces. “What are you doing after this?”

She looked up and shrugged. “You have AA, right?”

He threw off his jersey and lifted his leg, stretching it. “Yeah, in about forty. I’m gonna grab a shower and head out.”

“Cool, can I go?”