Garrett (19 page)

“Mmmmm,” he moans, and I can feel him start to swell underneath me. “I’m liking the sound of that. Ready for round two?”

“Round three for you,” I remind him. “You got a blow job this afternoon.”

“But you came twice this last time,” he points out as he pushes down on my ass to grind me on his erection.

“True enough. Regardless, I’m ready for the next round, but then we need to get some sleep. We have to be up early to get Mom to the airport.”

“That’s going to be a problem,” he says as he runs his tongue along my lower lip. “I feel like playing with you a little bit right now.”

Flipping our bodies, he presses me down into the mattress and proceeds to start kissing my body. I slide my fingers in his hair and sigh, so fucking happy with my life right now. Yes, I have cancer. Yes, I may die from it one day. But I can’t even be too down about that, because I also have Garrett.

My pulse is pounding in sync with the loud rock music blaring from the speakers. I transfer the weight on my skates, rocking from side to side with nervous energy. Alex stands just in front of me, tapping the blade of his stick against his ankle. We all have our little pregame habits…especially during a moment such as this. When we’re getting ready to skate out onto home ice for the first game of the regular season.

Except this time, it’s like my adrenaline has been amped up tenfold and now I have butterflies swimming in my stomach. Because not only am I getting ready to step out onto the ice for the beginning of a new hockey season, but I’m going to be doing it under the watchful, and I hope adoring, eyes of Olivia.

Sure, she came to last week’s preseason game, but it’s not the same. I didn’t play but maybe a third of my normal ice time, and that’s to be expected. Preseason is for the coaches to evaluate and gauge the effectiveness of the new kids on the block. It’s their chance to shine, and I warmed the bench for most of the game.

But tonight? Tonight is different because from here on out, every game matters. Every game won is just one step closer to our goal of making the playoffs. Every pass…every glide of the skate…every fucking check is of paramount importance. That’s how I play my game…as if every single move I make is the most crucial move in the world. As if the lives of all mankind rest on my ability to help my team win.

And now that I know Olivia’s eyes are on me…sharing in that zeal…partaking of the fanaticism that permeates the arena, cheering me on like no other fan will ever do…well, it makes it all the more imperative to play my best.

The gate to the ice swings open and we surge out. A cohesive unit…an unstoppable team. Nineteen thousand fans erupt into a frenzied cheer as we lap around the lower half of the ice…stretching our legs, getting our nerves under control during our pregame warm-up. As I skate by our penalty box, I let my eyes stray back three rows to where I know Olivia is sitting.

And, damn…she takes my breath away. She’s wearing my jersey…a present I brought to her yesterday, and by the look on her face, you’d have thought I asked her to wear my letterman jacket or something. It was fucking fantastic. She’s clapping her hands and screaming wildly, her eyes alight with fervor as our gazes connect. She’s even wearing her hair in those braids that I fucking love, and I can already imagine them twisted around my hand later tonight while I fuck her.

I shoot her a wink and skate on by, turning my full attention to the ice. I’ve seen her…I know she’s where she’s supposed to be, and she looks amazing.

And she’s all mine.

But now it’s time to focus on hockey, and a win. For me, for the team…and, yeah, for her too.

“Dude, you are so fucking whipped,” Zack says as he punches me on the shoulder. I jerk slightly and reluctantly take my gaze off Olivia to look his way.

“What do you mean?” I ask as I take a swig of my beer and promptly look back at my girl. She’s standing just ten feet away, sipping on her own beer and talking animatedly with Sutton and Gina. We’re at Houlihan’s, celebrating a 2–1 victory over Chicago. Yours truly had a goal, and I feel on top of the world. The only thing better would be if Olivia would quit chatting with the girls and get her sweet ass over here so I can touch her.

“Fucking hopeless,” Zack mutters, and Alex snickers.

I blink and turn to look at them. “What? Why am I hopeless?”

“Because you can’t fucking take your eyes off of Olivia for more than two seconds,” Alex jeers at me. Then he leans in toward me and murmurs with a mocking sneer, “Pussy.”

“Fuck both of you,” I say haughtily. “And for your information, I can indeed take my eyes
off of
her for that long.”

“Good,” Zack says, handing me an empty beer bottle. “Go get us some more beer.”

I tilt my own back and take three large swallows to empty the bottle. “Assholes,” I say with good nature and head toward the bar. Stopping beside Olivia, I kiss her on her temple. “You girls want anything else to drink?”

Gina and Sutton shake their heads, smiling coyly at me as they watch my uncharacteristic display of affection. I’m immensely pleased when Olivia just smiles at me with pure happiness and rests her hand on my chest lightly. “I’m good, but thank you.”

“Be right back,” I tell the girls, and then I set out to prove Alex and Zack wrong. That I can, indeed, take my attention off Olivia for more than two seconds. Before I leave, I whisper to Olivia, “I’m going to have one more beer, then we can leave. I can’t wait to get you home.”

“Good,” she whispers back. “Because I can’t wait to show you how proud I was of you tonight.”

Fuck. Who needs another beer? I’m ready to go now. I swivel my gaze back to Alex and Zack, and I give a sheepish grin when Alex mouths the word
pussy
at me. I flip him off and head toward the bar, intent on not looking back at Olivia for at least the next few minutes it takes me to get everyone’s beer.

I’m stopped twice on the way, fans clapping me on the back and asking for autographs, which I gladly produce. For the most part, that’s a part of my celebrity that I don’t mind. Most people are really cool and overly grateful when I give them my time.

I make it up to the bar, but because it’s postgame and Houlihan’s is packed, I have to wait as the three bartenders back there run around like crazy trying to keep up with all the customers’ orders. Unfortunately, my celebrity doesn’t get me served any faster, so I just prop my elbows up on the bar and wait…thinking of Olivia, but refusing to turn around to look at her because I know Zack and Alex are just waiting for me to do that so they can rag on me some more.

“Excuse me,” I hear, and feel a tap on my shoulder. “Garrett…can we get an autograph and a picture?”

As I turn around with a warm smile in place, the word
sure
is out of my mouth before I even see who is asking. I’m met by a vision of holy hotness as two women stand there with tight-as-hell Cold Fury T-shirts cut obscenely low and with plenty of silicone boobs pouring out. Just a mere month ago, I would have whispered a prayer of thanks to the big man upstairs for sending these two creatures my way, certain that I’d be banging the hell out of one of them before the night was finished. Instead, my stomach tightens and I glance past the women to see Olivia still deep in conversation with Sutton and Gina.

I bring my gaze back to the women…one a brunette and the other a blonde, both very beautiful and looking at me with promise in their eyes.

“Do you mind taking your picture with us?” the blonde asks as she bats her eyelashes at me.

I give her a quick smile and say, “Sure, no problem.”

She steps up to me as she hands her phone to the brunette. I lift my arm to sling it companionably around her shoulders, but she uses that opportunity to press intimately into my side, bringing both arms around my waist and mashing her breasts against my ribs. The brunette holds the phone up and says, “Say cheese,” and before I can raise my lips in a smile, the blonde drops her hand around my back and squeezes my ass. It takes all my self-control not to jerk away, but as soon as the photo is snapped I step away from her.

The blonde just looks at me with blinking and innocent eyes, and then the brunette is wrapping herself around me for a picture. It takes only a few seconds, and thankfully I’m not groped by the dark-haired beauty.

“Thanks so much,” the blonde says in a seductive voice. “Can we buy you a drink? You know…to celebrate your win?”

“No, thanks,” I say with a smile. “I’ve got some friends waiting on me.”

“An autograph, then?” she asks.

“Sure…no problem.”

The brunette digs in her purse and pulls out a pad of paper and a Sharpie marker. She hands it to me and says, “Can you make mine out to Lydia?”

I nod and smile, hastily scrawling my name and number—72—on the paper and hand it back to her with the marker.

The blonde reaches out and grabs the Sharpie, handing it back to me. She licks her lips and runs her gaze down my body. “I’d like an autograph too.”

“You got it,” I say, eager to get this over with because it feels awkward to me to have this woman coming on to me with her eyes and actions with Olivia standing just a few feet away.

Reaching back toward the brunette to get the pad of paper, I’m stunned when the blonde says, “Just sign here.” Then she pulls the edge of her T-shirt down her chest, practically exposing her entire right breast to me. I can actually see the edge of her areola peeking out from the material, and my jaw drops, marker poised in the air as I stare at her boob.

My eyes slide to the left and I look back toward Olivia with almost a knot of dread in my stomach. And, fuck…sure as shit, she’s standing there, watching me with eyes narrowed and her cheeks red. We look at each other, her eyes fuming and mine swimming in guilt to be busted in this compromising situation.

I vaguely hear the blonde say something like, “Garrett…I’m waiting for my autograph,” but I’m too focused on Olivia to see what she’ll do. She just stares at me for a second more, then calmly turns away and hands her beer to Sutton, who is oblivious to what’s going on. Sutton doesn’t do more than take the beer, and continues talking to Gina.

Olivia looks back at me one more time, and now her eyes are filled with disappointment and confusion, but I see them for only a moment because she turns away and heads for the exit of Houlihan’s.

Fuck. Not good.

Shoving the marker back toward the brunette, I don’t even give the blonde a glance, but push my way through the crowd in hot pursuit of my woman. She’s quickly lost among the throng, and I try to be as polite as possible as I turn my body left and right to weave my way through all the partiers.

When I make it to the doors, I burst through out into the warm, humid night and look left and right. I don’t see Olivia at first, but then I see her making her way down the block toward the arena parking lot. She must have walked over here after the game.

I take off running, and before she can even make it to the next intersection, I’ve caught up with her. Grabbing her hand, I give it a tug and say, “Whoa. Where are you going?”

“Home,” she says tersely, and tries to pull her hand free. She won’t even look at me.

“Wait,” I say, pulling at her…stopping her in her tracks. She still won’t turn and face me, so I take a step around her and lean down to put my face in her line of sight. “Don’t go. Please don’t be mad about that.”

“I’m not mad,” she says, and her voice is tinged with sadness and fatigue. That makes me feel worse than receiving her anger.

“Then why are you leaving…without me? Without at least saying goodbye?”

Olivia takes a deep breath and shoots a glance back at Houlihan’s before she looks back at me. Her chin raises and her eyes are firm. “I’m not sure I’m cut out to handle that kind of stuff.”

“A woman exposing herself to me?” I hazard a damn good guess.

“Yeah…I can’t say as I’ve ever been in a relationship with someone where a woman would so boldly hit on my boyfriend,” she grits out. “I can’t say as it feels very good.”

“It’s nothing,” I assure her. “I wouldn’t have done that. I was just about to tell her no.”

Olivia sighs with frustration. “But see, Garrett…that doesn’t matter. What bugs me is that this is a part of your life. You’re constantly going to be faced with that, and I’m constantly going to be insecure about it. I just don’t think I have it in me to deal with that. Not at this point in my life.”

“So what?” I ask with a bit of resentment. “A woman exposes her breast to me, and you’re ready to cut and run?”

“Yes,” she shouts at me, but then lowers her eyes. “I mean…no. Hell, I don’t know. This isn’t something I’ve ever had to deal with.”

I release my hold on Olivia’s hand and cup her face. Her eyes are murky, shadowed heavily by the streetlight behind me. I lean in to peer at her closer. “What you saw in there…that woman coming on to me? Yeah…that happens sometimes. And before I met you, I’m not going to lie…I would have probably fucked her.”

Olivia tenses up and she tries to pull her face away, but I hold tight. I wait for her to succumb and give me her full attention.

“But since I met you, that stuff means nothing to me. That is a pale representation of a shallow life…a meaningless fuck. Compared to you…it’s all so trite and unfulfilling.”

Olivia takes in a stuttering breath and lets it out slowly. Her shoulders sag a bit, and I can feel her relax marginally.

“Nothing…no woman…no piece of ass or fake boob thrust in my face will ever turn my eye away from you. Nothing and no one will ever come close to making me feel the way I do just when I’m holding your hand, or listening to you breathe at night. Nothing compares.”

She blinks at me, her eyes wide and confused. I give her head a slight shake with my hands. “Do you understand me, Olivia? Nothing compares to you.”

My last words are punctuated, and I’m relieved when I see understanding filter into her gaze. “You really mean that, don’t you?” she asks in wonder.

“I’m dead fucking serious,” I tell her adamantly. “I can’t see anything but you.”

Olivia’s lips curl upward into a brilliant smile and she raises her own hands to grasp tightly onto my wrists. “I guess maybe now would be a good time to kiss me, then.”

“Fuckin’ A,” I agree, and I pull her mouth to mine in a swift and desperate kiss of affirmation. She sighs into me, and when I pull back, I see her eyes closed in pleasure and a peaceful smile on her full lips.

“Are you okay?” I ask her, and her eyes pop open.

She nods, her smile still in place. But then her brow creases in worry, and she says, “Did I make a terrible fool of myself back there?”

I pull her into my body and wrap my arms around her. Resting my chin on her head, I assure her, “No one even saw you leave. It’s cool.”

“My first reaction was to slap the hell out of that bitch,” Olivia says, and I jerk in surprise.

Pulling back, I look down at her in wonder. “You’d really have done that?”

She shrugs daintily, but there’s still fire in her eyes. “I wanted to, but who knows?”