by Toni Aleo
“Way to break that bad streak,” Shea said, slapping him hard on the back.
Phillip nodded as he skated towards the bench, slapping hands with his teammates before sending Claire a grin. She was screaming. Jumping up and down and looking so freaking excited it took his breath away. He sat down on the bench, everyone still tapping his helmet, congratulating him as he watched his teammates fight for the puck before going into the Wild’s zone. The crowd was deafening. His adrenaline was through the roof, and he was ready to hit the ice again. Thankfully, the tap came and he went over the boards with ease but, unfortunately, went offside according to the ref.
“Seriously?”
“Yes, I wouldn’t blow the whistle if I wasn’t serious.”
“Crap call, guy, crap call.”
“Watch it, Anderson,” he said as Phillip lined up for the faceoff. He knew to shut his mouth, refs controlled this game sometimes, and he wasn’t in the mood to be on his bad side. The Wild’s forward swatted at Phillip’s stick but he stayed strong. When the ref dropped it, he sent it back to Shea before skating up towards the goal. Shea sent the puck up the boards and Phillip rushed to it, but so did the other forward. They both got there at the same time, crashing into each other, but also sending the puck into the air and straight into Phillip’s mouth.
Pain exploded in his face and he fell to the ice, holding his face as blood appeared on his gloves.
Fuck, that hurt.
Jim, the team’s medic, was beside him in seconds, saying, “Phillip, what hurts?”
“My mouth,” he said as he sat up. The crowd all gasped as Jim placed a towel against Phillip’s mouth. Phillip took it and stood up, holding it as he skated towards the bench. He wasn’t dizzy, which was great, and it didn’t seem like anything else hurt, just his mouth. He looked up to see Claire watching him, her eyes wide, and he shook his head quickly, waving her off. “I’m fine,” he called out, but he wasn’t sure she could hear him as he sat on the bench. Jim tried to get him to come to the back, but Phillip shook him off. “I’m good.”
“Anderson, go!” Baxter yelled.
Fucking hell. He just wanted to play!
Phillip rolled his eyes, following him to the entryway, right by Claire, removing the cloth so Jim could see.
“Dizzy?”
“No, I want to play,” he said, but then he felt like something was hanging and asked, “Is that my tooth? Or a hole in my lip?”
“Your tooth, you’re going to have to go to the back, and let the dentist look at you. It needs to be pulled. That’s the only thing I see.”
“Fuck that,” Phillip said, reaching up and pulling the tooth out. It stung, but he needed to get back on the ice. He wasn’t done scoring. He smiled at Jim and asked, “Everything else look good?”
Jim laughed. “Yeah, I think you got it.”
“Awesome,” he said, handing Jim his tooth. “Hang on to that, maybe they can glue it back in.”
The guys on the bench laughed as Phillip fell back into his spot, pushing his tongue up into the new hole. It felt weird, but he didn’t care. “Hope this doesn’t dent my reputation with the ladies.”
Everyone continued to laugh as Shea said, “What reputation? You’re still ugly as shit.”
“That’s not what your wife said,” Phillip said, sending him a newly toothless grin.
The bench went silent as Shea just glared. “Don’t worry, I fully expect you to knock out more of my teeth.”
Shea had a satisfied look on his face as he looked back out at the ice and said, “Good, at least you are expecting it.”
“Too far, man,” Erik laughed as he shook his head.
“Got to keep him on his toes.”
Phillip didn’t score the rest of the night but not for lack of trying. Shea also didn’t kick his ass, but boy, did he have a lot to say about respect and how Phillip owed him laps. It was better than getting his ass kicked, so he left the arena grinning. His mouth was still aching, but he was finding that the missing front tooth added character to his face. Once he went outside and Claire and Skylar were completely disgusted with it, he decided he would be visiting the dentist tomorrow.
“I can’t believe you just pulled it out!” Claire screeched as Skylar laughed.
“It was so freaking awesome! Everyone saw it! They had you on the jumbotron!” Skylar exclaimed as they reached his car.
“Yay,” Phillip laughed as he started the car and headed towards Skylar’s house.
“Your goal was awesome. Great job tonight.”
“Thanks.”
Well, that was nice, he thought as he drove.
“So guess what,” Claire said, turning to face him.
“What?”
“I am doing a duet with this dude Brian now. His partner got hurt and Reese needs someone to duet with him. Guess what is better than all that?”
Phillip wanted to go back to Brian, just to inform her that he would gut the guy if he tried anything, but he asked,” What’s the best part?”
“Reese chose my choreography!”
“Wow, that’s awesome.”
“It really is, Mr. Phillip. She was amazing, blew all of us away,” Skylar gushed from the back seat.
“That’s great.”
“Thanks,” Claire said with a big grin as Phillip pulled into Skylar’s driveway.
“Mr. Phillip, is it okay for Claire to stay the night? My mom said it was fine with her. She just texted me.”
Phillip looked over at Claire. “It’s up to you. I can pick you up in the morning.”
“Awesome, thanks!” she gushed before leaning over and kissing him on the cheek. He froze as they got out the car, waving at him as they walked up to the house. He wanted until they were in the house before pulling out of the driveway, still shocked that Claire had showed affection to him. It was mind-blowing, but in a great way. With a huge smile, he headed up the road, dialing Reese’s number.
“Please, tell me that that was a joke on the TV, and that you didn’t just pull your tooth out at the game.”
Phillip chuckled before saying, “Nope, I got hit. They were about to keep me out the game and I wasn’t going, so I just pulled it.”
“Oh my god, that is insane, but holy fuck it turned me on. So cavemanish. So hot.”
He chuckled, his cock coming to life in his athletic shorts. “Well, I guess I look like a caveman now with my missing tooth.”
“Nah, you’re hotter than a caveman.”
“Nice to know,” he said with a chuckle. “What are you doing?”
“Lying in bed with a tub of Ben and Jerry’s, watching a movie.”
“What movie?”
“Only the greatest chick flick ever known to man, Easy A.”
“Never seen it, I’m coming over.”
She laughed. “Not even going to ask?”
He smiled as he pulled into her driveway. “Can I come up, eat ice cream with you, watch the movie, and then proceed to make you come countless times?”
She paused for a moment and a grin grew across his face as her voice dropped an octave.
“Yes, yes, I think you can.”
Reese was excited to see him.
She had been worried when he got hit with the puck. For once she was nervous, scared even, but there he was, standing in all his gorgeous glory with a big, toothless grin on his face.
“Am I still hot?”
She giggled. “Yes, of course.”
“Good, I’m still going to the team dentist tomorrow,” he said, walking by her, smacking her ass in the process.
“I think it gives you character.”
“Yeah a goofy, weirdo character.” He paused, his brow coming up as he asked, “Is that my shirt?”
She looked down at his Assassins’ sweatshirt and then back at him, a shy grin on her face. “Maybe, or it could be one of your teammates shirts,” she teased.
His eyes darkened as he scooped her up in his arms, kissing her fully on the lips. Holding her against him
, he smacked her ass, causing her to scream out as he grinned against her lips. He bit at her bottom lip before demanding, “Take it back.”
She giggled, pushing away, but there was no moving out of Phillip Anderson’s arms unless he wanted you to. “No!”
He smacked her again, his grin falling as his eyes grew darker. Pure, hot lust settled deep in her stomach as he said, “Now.”
“You can’t make me.”
His head fell to the side, and she knew she was in trouble.
And she was beyond excited.
“Fine,” he said, letting her go and dropping to the couch. She stood with her arms out as she watched him reach for her popcorn and ice cream, acting as if he hadn’t just started her engines and then slammed on the brakes.
“What the hell?”
He looked up at her innocently. “What?”
“Um, aren’t you going to make me do it? Smack my ass some more, pull my hair, fuck the living shit out of me?”
He chuckled. “I would have, but I figured you can go ask the guy that gave you his shirt to do that.”
She glared. “Jerk.”
He laughed out loud as she fell beside him, taking the spoon out of her tub of ice cream and eating a spoonful. He leaned into her, kissing her cheek before nibbling at her jaw.
“The night is very young,” he whispered before flicking her lobe with tongue.
“Whatever, you got me all hot, bothered, and ready to go… and nothing happened.”
She could feel him smiling as his hand traveled up her inner thigh. “And I can’t get you just as hot later? I want to watch this movie with you.”
“You don’t give a shit about this movie.”
“Sure I do,” he said, turning her face to look at him. “Now hush and put the movie on.”
When he smiled, she smiled back fully. She couldn’t help it. He looked so cute with the huge gap in his teeth from where his tooth should have been. It was endearing and it turned her on, surprisingly. She never had a thing for hockey players, always thought they were meatheads, but boy, was she wrong. Just between the men her sisters and friends had ended up with told her she was wrong, but then meeting Phillip blew it all to hell. He was hot, he was quick, and he kept her on her toes. She liked him. A lot more than she would care to admit but nonetheless, she did.
Leaning over, she took his mouth with hers, kissing him long and hard before pulling away to look into his eyes.
“I’m glad you came over.”
“Me too, I’m glad that Skylar wanted Claire to come over, or this wouldn’t be happening.”
Hearing Claire’s name made her pause as she reached for the remote. “Well, thank goodness for Skylar.”
He didn’t say anything as she pushed play but then he grabbed the remote, pushing pause. “What was up with the hesitation?”
“Huh?” she asked, looked back at him.
“You paused, like your whole body stopped. What’s up?”
Did it? She looked away, but he quickly pulled her face back up to look at him. He smiled, cocking his head to the side. “Everything okay with Claire?”
She played with her pants, trying to look everywhere but at him. “Yeah, did she tell you about today?”
“Yeah, said it went great,” he said, rubbing his thumb up and down her chin. “Why, did it not? She seemed really happy.”
“No, it went amazingly fantastic, Phillip. No joke, that girl is going to be something huge one day, I swear,” she said with all the confidence in the world.
“Good, that’s my hope for her, but what’s up?”
She bit into her lip before asking, “Did she tell you about Brian?”
“The dude she is dancing with?”
“Yeah.”
“What about him? Is there more than just dancing going on?”
She shrugged. “I don’t know. He was touchy feely and kissed her forehead.”
Phillip’s hand dropped from her chin as he leaned back, crossing his arms across his chest. Within seconds, his face was red and he was working his lip. He made her nervous. Maybe she should have stayed out of it. Let him find out whenever Claire told him because if he went home and confronted Claire, then that would blow what they were doing and that couldn’t happen. Claire had made that very well known.
“You can’t say anything to her.”
His brows came together. “The fuck I can’t. I’m gonna find out what’s going on, and then I’m gonna find this kid and scare him shitless. I might bring the whole team with me. That’ll do it.”
“For fuck’s sake, Phillip! It’s not that serious.”
He scoffed. “You’re not the one that found her in bed with a nineteen-year-old hockey player with nothing but a bra and panties. She has history of being a little on the sexual side. I thought with dance and all she had stopped that, but maybe I was wrong.”
Okay, she was glad she told him. “Okay, yeah, that won’t happen. I’ll take care of it.”
He looked surprised. “You’ll take care of it?”
“Yes, I’ll find out what’s going on and have a talk with her if something that shouldn’t be going on is.”
He smiled as he reached forward and put their snacks on the table. When he came back, he cuddled her up in his arms, kissing her nose. “Thank you.”
“Sure, I care about her, too, you know that.”
I care about you, too, but you’ll never know that, she thought as he moved a piece of her unruly hair out of her eyes. He nodded as he leaned forward, kissing her again. It was a long, deep kiss. One that set her on fire, made her kitten purr, and her body shake with need. Somehow, his fingers found their way inside her shirt and he was cupping her breast, his thumb making slow, tantalizing circles around her taut nipple as he continued to kiss her with such demand. It felt as if he wanted to consume her, and she wanted him to. She wanted to give him everything, every single part of her. Threading her fingers through his hair, she straddled him, rubbing herself against him as she took over the kiss, his hands gripping her ass. His heart was pounding, she could feel it. When she took his bottom lip with her teeth and he growled softly at her, she swore she almost came undone.
Pulling away, she lifted her, well his, sweatshirt, revealing that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath it. She tried to get off him to take her shorts off but his mouth took hold of her nipple, and moving wasn’t an option under his talented lips. His hands squeezed her ass as he sucked her nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the peak before biting it softly. Crying out, she squeezed the back of the couch as she started to move herself against him, trying to get off. She needed to release. She had a knot of need in her stomach that only Phillip could put there.
When he released her nipple, she fell out of his lap, pushing her shorts down as he chucked his jeans off and to the side, along with his boxers. His cock sat there, waiting for her, and her mouth watered at the sight. As he pulled his shirt off, she took a hold of him and took him to the back of her throat, sucking him roughly and sliding her teeth along him. He hissed a breath, his fingers taking a hold of the bun that sat at the top of her head. She moved her tongue along the head of him as her fingers played with his balls, molding and cupping as his hisses turned to moans. Pressing the head of his cock to the roof of her mouth, she sucked him hard as his fingers bit into her scalp. Suddenly, her hair was falling in his lap from her bun and his fingers tangled in the mess of hair. Picking up the pace, she could feel her own release building up. The noise he was making was beyond hot, and she couldn’t handle it.
That was weird.
That never happened but, instead of analyzing that, she sucked the head of his cock like the best fucking sucker she had ever tasted. It must have been too much and she assumed he would just come but instead, he pulled her off him by her hair and took her mouth with his own. It was so hot that she cried out against his mouth as her tongue moved wildly with his. She loved being manhandled by him. She knew once she got him inside her, she was going to f
ly through the roof with her orgasm.
Ooh, that sounded like a great idea.
Laying him back on the couch, Reese went to sit on his cock, but he moved her up to where she was hovering over his face. Bracing her foot on the edge of the couch, she held onto the wall as he began to suck on her pussy. Dipping his tongue inside of her, he held her ass in his hand, squeezing and molding it as she rubbed her pussy along his mouth. Screaming out, she held her breast, squeezing and molding one of them as he flicked his tongue along her clit. Her body was trembling, her legs shaking so bad that she knew she wasn’t going to be able to stand much longer.
Opening her eyes, she looked down, seeing that he was watching her, his eyes so dark and sexy. The roughness from the beard had her screaming. She loved the friction, so she started to move faster against it, begging for her release. The pad of his tongue was driving her crazy, licking every part of her, sucking at every single inch of her wet pussy. She was screaming so loud that she was sure someone could hear, but it seemed to only make him go faster. When one of his hands moved away, she looked over her shoulder to see him squeezing his cock, slowly moving his hand up and down it as he continued to please her with his mouth. Breathless, Reese’s head fell back, crying out as he sucked her clit in his mouth. Soon she came undone, coming so hard she jerked forwards, her hand slamming into the back of the couch as she slowly rode his mouth to the end of her orgasm.
When she heard the chuckles she wanted to be mad, but she wasn’t. She couldn’t move, couldn’t think for that matter, as he slowly picked her up and carried her to the bed. Laying her down, he kissed her as his body covered hers. It felt amazing. She moaned softly as he kissed down her throat, rubbing his hard cock along her wet pussy. As he kissed down the valley of her breast, she arched up, his hands holding her waist as he kissed down her stomach. She opened her eyes and watched him as he slowly pulled her legs back, holding her by the back of her knees until she was completely open for him. Letting go of one of her legs, he took a hold of his cock, running it up and down her pussy lips. She whimpered, actually whimpered, and wanted to be disgusted with herself but, for fuck’s sake, this man was hot.
