Taking A Shot (26 page)

They had to win. They were going to win. The action was intense, moving from San Jose back to the Ice, possession changing every few seconds. Both teams wanted this badly.

Ty took the puck on a sweeping pass from Victor and charged toward the goal, the defense right on him. He slipped it to Eddie, who shot it back to Victor.

Jenna was on her feet as Ty put himself in position in front of the net, fought off the defender, and when Victor sent the puck sailing, Ty pushed in front of the defender and shot the puck into the goal for the score.

“Yes! Yes, yes, oh, hell yes!” She screamed, jumped up and down, and pumped her fists in the air, joining the roar of the crowd.

She watched the seconds tick down as San Jose tried to advance, but the Ice held and won the game. Jenna was hoarse from her shouts and screams.

When she turned, Liz held out her hand. “I’ll take my twenty bucks.”

Jenna rolled her eyes and reached into her bag for her wallet. “Bitch.”

“I love you, too. Now let’s go wait for your boyfriend.”

She followed Liz up the stairs. “He’s not my boyfriend.”

“You know what Shakespeare said about the lady protesting too much.”

It would be childish to stick her tongue out at Liz’s back, but Jenna really wanted to.

She followed Liz downstairs to the locker room. They waited outside in the hall while the media did their thing with interviews
and the players began surfacing. When Ty came out, he grinned and came over to Jenna, wrapped his arms around her, and lifted her off her feet, then planted a hot kiss on her lips that made her stomach flutter. He put her down, then smiled at Liz.

“Thanks for coming to the game.”

“It was a great game,” Liz said as they made their way upstairs. “Took you guys long enough to pull it out.”

He put an arm around Liz’s shoulder. “Hey, the fans like a little suspense.”

“The fans like a blowout.”

“They like to be entertained. A close game keeps them on the edge of their seat.”

“Bullshit. You guys want to be up by three or four goals in the first period, too, so you can run defense the rest of the way. Don’t blow smoke up my ass, Anderson.”

Jenna’s lips quirked as Ty and Liz argued all the way to one of the private clubrooms, where Liz pulled some papers out of her bag. Jenna helped herself to a soda while they talked PR business.

Freshly showered, Ty’s hair was still wet, the ends curling against his neck. She sipped her soda and watched as he bent over the table, the Henley he wore stretched tight against the muscles of his back.

Watching him play showcased his amazing power, the incredible strength and stamina it took to play this game. She saw it in his finely honed body and in the scars he bore. The play was rough and not without its physical hazards. She was glad he was in good shape, but oh, man, it had been a tough game and he’d been slammed against the glass several times. Seeing it on television was one thing—up close was something altogether different.

She itched to go over and run her hands over his shoulders, to remind herself of his strength and to reassure herself he was okay. She wanted to feel the heat she knew would pour off him in waves. Even on the cold ice the other night his skin had been hot, his body
all muscle. After a shower he smelled cool and crisp, like the ice. She wanted to put her face in his neck and breathe in his scent.

Her nipples tightened and her sex quivered.

She sighed and took a sip of her soda. Okay, so clearly she hadn’t had quite enough of him yet. She was going to have to work double time to get him out of her system.

Finally, Liz stood. “Okay, that’s it. Jenna, are you coming with me?”

Jenna looked at Ty.

“She’s coming with me.”

Liz’s lips quirked in a knowing smile. “Great. I’m out of here, then. You two have a fun night.”

She waggled her fingers at Jenna and headed out the door.

Alone again. With Ty.

THE ROOM GOT QUIET AS TY CAME OVER TO WHERE SHE was sitting. He caged her between his body and the barstool. “What did you think of the game?”

She shrugged. “It was okay. Kind of boring.”

He leaned in and pressed his lips to the side of her neck. “Is that right?”

“Yes. Liz had to nudge me awake a few times.”

“So you didn’t see the goal I scored?”

Her breathing quickened when he licked her earlobe. “No. Missed that part. Sorry.”

“That’s okay. Like you said, it was a pretty dull game.”

She pulled back and framed his face with her hands. “It was a great game. I enjoyed it very much.”

“For someone who doesn’t like sports.”

She allowed a small smile. “Yeah. Rough game, though. You get banged up?”

He laughed. “I always get banged up. I’m tough. I can take it.”

She swept his hair away from his forehead and noticed the cut above his right eyebrow. It had a butterfly bandage on it, but it was swollen. Helmets had gone flying off when he and the other guy had gotten into a fight.

“A fistfight, huh?”

“I’ve had worse, and not on the ice.”

“Really. I’d like to hear about those.”

He grabbed her hips and pulled her to the edge of the cushioned seat, drawing her between his legs. “Maybe I’ll tell you about my childhood sometime.”

“Did you live on the streets, fighting for your survival?”

He snorted out a laugh. “Uh, no. But I did get into fights a lot.”

She leaned back, putting her arms on the chair. “Must be in your nature.”

“Maybe. My parents put me in sports to take some of the attitude out of me. I liked hockey because it was aggressive. I played it from the time I could stand upright on skates. And sometimes we used the sticks for more than just moving the puck around.”

She studied him, wondering what kind of child he had been, what that play must have been like. “Swords?”

His lips curved. “Something like that. You can playact a lot of battles with a hockey stick.”

“I can only imagine.”

“Can you? Just how tough are you?”

She raked her nails down his arms. “Just as tough as you are. I played football and baseball and basketball and hockey with my brothers and their friends and I gave as good as I got.”

He squeezed her legs and the room got hotter. “So you can get rough with the guys, huh?”

“You bet.”

“You’re not one of those sissy girls who can’t take a little heat.”

“Hell no.”

“How much can you take?”

Her breasts ached and her pussy quivered with the knowledge that she wanted him and she knew exactly where this was going. “How much have you got?”

He hauled her off the chair and into his arms, his mouth coming down on hers in a hard, hot kiss that swallowed her gasp. She tangled her fingers in his hair and yanked on the strands while he grabbed her ass. She wrapped her legs around his hips, clamping tight while he walked the short distance to a table and set her on top of it.

She was panting when he let go of her. “Aren’t there going to be people coming in here?”

He left only long enough to flip the security lock on the door, then grabbed the remote, clicked a button, and closed the blinds overlooking the ice, shading them in complete privacy.

He turned back to her. “Take off your pants.”

She kicked off her boots and slid out of her jeans and tights, leaving her in only her panties and shirt. He hovered over her, then bent to kiss her knee. She sifted her fingers through his hair, loving its softness, so incongruent with his overall toughness.

He kissed his way up her thighs, and when he dragged her butt to the edge of the table, she leaned back on her hands, desperate for him to touch her, to taste her, to make her come. Her pussy quivered in anticipation of what she knew he was going to do. This was so forbidden, the thought of someone coming to the door exciting her beyond measure.

“I think about you when I’m not with you,” he said as he pressed a kiss to her inner thigh. “I think about your smile, your laugh, and how beautiful you are.”

He swept his hand across her panties and she let out a breath.

“I think about your pussy and how sweet it tastes, and how you
look when you come.” He slipped his hand under her butt to lift her, parted the material of her panties aside, then put his mouth on her.

“Oh, yes, that’s what I want,” she whispered, laying her hand on his head as he swept his tongue across her clit. Warmth exploded inside her as he caressed her sex with his lips, then dragged his tongue across her pussy lips, fucking her with his tongue until she was sure she’d die from the wave of sensations.

She arched against him, wanting more and more, but she wasn’t going to last because he found her piercing and tugged at it with his teeth, flicked it with his tongue, and the vibration sent her right over the edge. He sucked her clit and she came, whimpering, trying to hold it in because they weren’t somewhere she could let out the scream she bit back. He held on tight to her, his tongue against her clit as her climax rolled in sweet pulses that made her shudder.

He pulled her off the table and kissed her, letting her taste her own salty sweetness. Her legs were shaking and she held on to him for support, her thigh brushing his erection, which only heightened her renewed arousal. She reached down to rub his cock through his pants and was rewarded with his thick groan.

He pulled back and dragged her panties off and bent her over the table, then unzipped his pants and released his cock.

“Let’s see how rough you really like it.”

Her pussy quivered as he tore open a condom and positioned himself behind her.

He spread her legs apart, caressed her butt, spreading her ass cheeks, petting her and sweeping his fingers between her legs to rub her pussy. She couldn’t take it any longer.

She looked at him over her shoulder. “Ty. Hurry.”

She felt his cock at the entrance to her pussy, teasing her as he petted her with his cock head. She lifted her ass, teasing him back until he thrust and buried himself inside her.

Ty stilled, his cock twitching as he filled himself inside Jenna’s sweet, hot pussy.

She drove him crazy, challenged him to give her what they both wanted. She arched her ass against him, torturing him with hot moans and whimpers that rocked his balls.

And when he reared back and thrust deeper, the low moans she made obliterated whatever bit of control he’d been holding on to. His fingers bit into her ass as he reared back and plunged in harder again, rewarded when she threw her head back and said, “Yes. Oh, God, yes.”

“You have a sweet ass, Jenna.” He gave her butt a light tap with his hand, and her pussy squeezed around him while she moaned in response. She laid her head on her hands, her fingers gripping the edge of the table.

He smacked the other globe and fucked his cock into her. She shoved her pussy back against him, asking for more.