The Shots On Goal Series Box Set

by Kristen Hope Mazzola

  “Did I catch you at a bad time?”

  “No, I was just filling a bath. It’s been a long day. A nice soak is exactly what the doctor ordered.”

  “Damn, I wish I was there to join you.” My dick twitched thinking about how gorgeous Liv’s body was soaking wet.

  “That would be so nice,” she cooed.

  “Well, I won’t keep you. I just wanted to let you know the tickets are waiting for you like promised.”

  “Great! I am super stoked, and so is Shaw.”

  “Awesome. So, I guess I will see you tomorrow night.”

  “That you will.”

  In the locker room, only about an hour before my fight, all I could think about was how excited I was for Olive to see me in action. I had never invited a chick to one of my matches before because I was always worried I would be too focused on them and not fight at the top of my game.

  Olive was different. I knew having her there would breathe air into my fire, not choke it out. Omar was still worried about it, but I couldn’t have cared less. I was just going to have to prove him wrong and not let her affect my performance.

  Checking my phone, I saw a message from Liv.

  Olive: These seats are incredible. This is so freaking exciting.

  Me: I’m glad Omar got you a good spot. I’ll be fighting soon.

  Olive: Can’t wait to cheer you on.

  Me: I can’t wait to see you.

  Omar popped his head into the room. “You ready?”

  I jumped a few times. “Let’s do this.”

  Chapter 15

  Olive

  I was in awe of how crowded the arena was. Fans were hooting and hollering as Griffin made his way out of his locker room, and after leaping to our feet, Shaw, Pat, and I all started cheering.

  “This is so exciting,” Pat shrilled. “Thanks again for inviting me.” He put his hand on my shoulder.

  “Don’t mention it. I’m glad you and Shaw were able to come with me.”

  With their entourages in tow, the fighters were in the middle of the ring with the referee. “I gave you your instructions in the dressing room. Remember, protect yourself at all times, and above all, obey my commands. Let’s have a clean fight. Touch hands…now back to your corners.”

  I watched as Griffin went over to his corner and started glancing around the crowd. We were two rows back, just to the left of where he stood. I tried to call out to him, but my voice was swallowed up by the rowdy roar of the fanatics.

  Finally, our eyes locked and he gave me a quick wink.

  I jumped up and down, waving like an idiot.

  “That’s your man?” Pat yelled up at me, pointing to Griffin.

  A feeling of pride settled in. “Yeah, yeah it is.”

  “Mmmm girl, he’s sexy!”

  Shaw leaned across Pat. “I hope he doesn’t hurt his pretty face! It’s too perfect to fuck up.”

  I took my seat as the bells signaled the beginning of the round. I held my breath as I watched the fighters size each other up, bouncing around the ring. This was the first time I had ever watched boxing, and I knew why right away—it was boring in the beginning and then way too violent.

  I kept cringing and hiding my eyes as Griffin took blows, blocked, dodged, and punched. I was a fucking wreck. I didn’t even realize at first that I was holding Shaw’s hand over Pat’s lap.

  The first round ended and Griffin’s nose was bloody.

  “You doing all right?” Shaw called over to me.

  I cringed a little. “I think so. God, that must hurt like a bitch.” I pointed to my nose, and both of the guys agreed.

  From what I could tell, the next two rounds went on just like the first. Most of the time I had my eyes closed or was looking away because I was too damn nervous that Griff was going to get seriously injured, but I could totally understand why fans got so pumped up about boxing. It was gory, fast-paced, and technical. The announcers kept commenting on how much faster Griffin was than his opponent and how he was the favorite to win by a landslide.

  The fourth round started, and Griffin went in for the kill. Within a few seconds, he hit the other guy so hard on the side of the face that he was down on the mat, knocked out cold.

  The ref started to wave off the fighter as the team rushed in to help. Griffin dropped to his knees next to his opponent, making sure he was okay before getting pulled back by a man I could only assume was his coach.

  Over the raging crowd, the announcer yelled, “Ladies and gentleman, the end comes officially at one minute and thirty-six seconds into the fourth round. Your winner, middleweight champion of the world, Griffin Hayes!”

  His gloved hands were being held in the air as people swarmed around him. I was jumping with Shaw and Pat when Griffin started waving his hand our way.

  “I think he wants you to go up there!” Shaw yelled.

  Without thinking about it, I leaped over the row in front of me. “Excuse me.” I pushed through the other ecstatic fans as I threw myself onto the railing. I didn’t know how I was going to get over the barrier, but I tried to climb over it. Security was stopping me before I even had one leg over the metal.

  “Where do you think you’re going?” a huge man asked.

  I heard Griffin yell over to us. “She’s with me.”

  “I guess we can make an exception for the winner.”

  The security guard effortlessly lifted me over the railing and I slid through the ropes into Griffin’s arms.

  “Holy fuck!” he yelled. “What did you think?”

  I kissed his sweaty cheek. “That I am so thankful it wasn’t longer. I don’t know how many more times I could handle watching you get punched.”

  We started to follow everyone out of the ring and back toward the locker rooms.

  “This was nothing major. I know it might look bad, but I’m fine, I promise.” He motioned to his nose.

  “I’ll take your word for it.”

  After he introduced me to his cutman and coach, we all hung out for a few minutes, talking in the locker room while Griffin iced his swelling cheek and busted nose.

  Skelly checked Griffin’s injuries. “Those are going to heal up just fine. You probably are going to have a little shiner though.”

  Omar scoffed. “I can’t believe you let your gloves hang down like that. You know better than that.”

  “I beat the guy, didn’t I?” Griff shoved up from the bench. “I’m hitting the showers.”

  “I should probably go find Shaw and Pat.” I kissed Griffin’s cheek with every intention of letting him decompress in peace.

  “They’re leaving. You’re staying.” His voice was gravelly as he watched the two men exit the room without another word. His hand ran down my arms. “I’ve been thinking about this all night.”

  “Oh yeah? Thinking about what?”

  “Not letting you leave here until my come is dripping out of your perfect cunt.” He kissed down my neck. “Why do you think I ended the fight as early as I did?”

  “That was early?” His hands traveled under my shirt, unhooking my bra.

  “Omar likes it when I let the fights drag out. It gives the fans more for their money or some shit.”

  “Watching you knock that guy out was so damn sexy.”

  Griffin lifted my shirt over my head and let my bra fall to the floor. “So you did enjoy the fight.”

  “Parts of it,” I admitted playfully.

  The shower was already running as we turned the corner in the locker room. I threw my hair up into a high, tight bun as Griffin helped me out of the rest of my clothes and followed me into the scalding water.

  He stood under the water for a few seconds, rolling his head from side to side. “God this feels so damn nice.”

  “How about this?” I slowly started to play with his dick and it grew in my hand.

  “Oh fuck. Yes.” He growled, grabbing the sides of my face to kiss me. “Thank you for being here.”

  “Thanks for inviting me.”

/>   He spun me around, throwing me against the shower wall. His fingers glided over my slick opening as he groaned in my ear. “It’s only been a day, but fuck did I miss your pussy.”

  He started to finger me and I melted in his hand. “Holy shit,” I cried out.

  “Not yet, baby. Hold that orgasm in and come on my dick.”

  He wrapped one hand around my throat, grabbing my hip with the other. He thrust into me hard and deep, over and over as pleasure consumed my entire body.

  “You feel so damn good, Liv.” His breath was hot on my neck as chills coursed down my back.

  “Your dick is fucking perfection, Griff.”

  “It’s all yours, baby. Say your pussy belongs to me.”

  “Ahhh, my pussy is yours, Griffin. Only yours.”

  My legs started to shake as the head of his dick pumped right into the perfect spot. There was no holding back anymore. My climax crashed around us.

  “Fuck, babe.” Griffin growled in my ear as he shuddered behind me, filling me with his own orgasm.

  His hot come trickled down my inner thigh as I panted in his arms. He was still holding me from behind as we took a second to catch our breath.

  “That was incredible.”

  Chapter 16

  Griffin

  “Hey bro, I need a favor,” I said right as Gavin answered the phone.

  “Yeah, what’s up?” he said through a yawn.

  “Are Myla and the rest of the gang going to the game tomorrow night?”

  I could hear Myla in the background saying, “Of fucking course I am going to the game tomorrow.” Gavin chimed in, “You hear her? You’re on speaker by the way.”

  “I figured. Do you think there is a way to get a few more tickets?”

  Myla squealed. “We have a box. Bring whoever you want!”

  “Here, just take the damn phone,” my brother grumbled.

  “Thanks,” Myla said to him before turning her attention back to me. “Oh my God! Please tell me you met her and you’re bringing her to the game tomorrow.”

  I could hear her excitement while her pitch kept getting higher and higher.

  “I am.”

  She squealed and I had to pull the phone away from my ear. “This is the best!” she screeched.

  “Who all is going to be there?”

  Myla started to rattle off the usual suspects. “Me, Jordan, Karla, Simon, Jessica, and Sean. Think that’s it. Is it just you and the girl?”

  “Her name is Olive and I think it will be us plus her best friend, Shaw.”

  “The more the merrier. I can’t wait to meet her.”

  “Thanks Myla. See you tomorrow.”

  Myla giggled a little as she said goodbyes for herself and Gavin.

  Nervously, I paced around the box, waiting for Olive to text me to let me know she and Shaw were on their way up to the box.

  “Damn, man. You’re sweating bullets,” Sean remarked as he handed me a beer.

  “Yeah, this chick is doing a number on me,” I admitted. There was no sense in trying to hide it. Once she was in that room, everyone was going to see it right away.

  Sean looked at the different liquors lining the small bar table for us to mix drinks with. “Babe! They have it.” He glanced over his shoulder as Jessica made her way over to her new husband.

  “Thank goodness for Tito’s!” She hugged the bottle to her chest, caressing it.

  Sean took the bottle from her. “Don’t make me jealous of the liquor, babe,” he teased, mixing her a vodka-soda-cranberry.

  “This is so exciting.” Myla skipped over to me, locking her hand with mine.

  “How’s little momma doing?” I felt like a dick for not asking her on the phone the day prior.

  “Oh, I’m fine. Nothing exciting happening on that front yet, just a human growing inside of me.”

  “Yeah, well, I can’t wait to be an uncle.” I pulled her closer into my side.

  “I can’t wait to meet this chick! I can’t believe she’s actually coming to hang out with us.”

  “I owe it all to you.” I raised my beer bottle, clanking it against her water bottle. “I would have never gone up there if you hadn’t talked it out with me.”

  “I’m just glad it all worked out. I’m not going to lie, I was a little nervous for you to meet her.”

  “Really?” I checked my phone again—nothing.

  “I mean, what if she had been a raging crazy cunt or something?”

  Olive’s voice came from behind us. “I hope I am not a cunt.”

  I whipped around, Myla still holding on to my arm. “Definitely far from it.”

  Myla started backpedaling. “I was just giving my brother-in-law a hard time.” She rushed over to Olive, throwing her arms around her neck. “So nice to meet you.”

  Olive hugged her back, giggling. “Nice to meet you too.”

  I shook Shaw’s hand and then started making all the introductions. When Myla introduced Shaw to Simon, sparks flew. They locked eyes, and that was all she wrote. Insta-love is real, they proved it to me in that moment.

  “I thought Shaw was dating the guy he brought to the fight the other night,” I whispered into Olive’s ear as I opened a beer for her.

  She put her hands up. “He is a little butterfly, whisking about, never tied down for long. He loses interest too fast for that. So, do you come to a lot of games?” Olive asked, and Myla piped up before I could respond.

  “This is the first game I have ever been to with him, and I have been married to his brother for years.”

  I rubbed the back of my neck. “My schedule usually doesn’t allow for much down time, and Gavin and my dad used to hate it when family came to games.”

  “Oh, Gideon still hates it. But he has to deal. They’re stuck with me.” Myla took a seat, sitting cross-legged as she watched the players start to burst out onto the ice. She bounced in her seat, clapping excitedly.

  Liv and I took seats next to her and Jordan joined us. “Wearing your beau’s jersey, I see,” I teased, jabbing Jordan in the side with my elbow.

  “Hush, Griff. Don’t think I won’t kick your ass like I did when you were a punk kid.”

  “I was eleven and you were sixteen—talk about an unfair fight, and you’re a girl. I held back.”

  Olive leaned over to get into our conversation. “Have all of you known each other your whole lives?”

  Jordan started to explain. “I went to high school with Gavin and Sean.” She pointed to Sean, who raised his mixed drink in the air at the mention of his name. “Myla is Brayden Cox’s sister and Gavin’s wife, and Karla is Brayden’s wife. Jessica is Sean’s wife, and they were actually partners on the force before their relationship blossomed into a love affair. Oh, and Simon was Myla’s boss turned GBF.”

  “GBF?” I asked, looking over to Simon, who was walking over to us while holding Shaw’s hand.

  “Gay best friend,” he explained.

  “Hey Shaw, you’re my GBF!” Liv smiled over at her bestie as he checked out Simon’s ass.

  “They’re the best, aren’t they?” Myla asked Liv, and they both dove into a conversation as to why it is better to have a gay guy as a best friend than anything else.

  “She’s great,” Jordan whispered before getting up to get us a few more beers.

  The game started and within the first three minutes, Brayden was fighting with a dude from the other team and Gavin was trying to calm him down.

  “When are you going to knock some sense into your man?” Myla asked, eyeing Karla.

  “Hey, he’s your brother—why don’t you try?”

  “Are you having a good time?” I asked, putting my arm around Olive’s shoulders.

  She leaned her head on me. “The best.”

  Myla made huge puppy dog eyes at me and silently celebrated our embrace. The rest of the game was uneventful, until the last minute of the third period. The visiting team tied the game and it was down to the wire. They were on a power play, so the Otters took
Crosby out of the game to get more men out on the ice fighting for the victory.

  “Gah! I can’t watch.” Jordan hid her eyes as Crosby skated to the bench to join his teammates.

  The strategy failed and the Otters lost their first game of the season.

  “Gavin is totally going to blame this one on me, just watch,” I grumbled to Myla as I helped her put her jacket on.

  “Oh, he’ll be fine. He’s gotten a lot better about losing over the years.”

  “He does not get that from our father.” I grabbed Olive’s hand. “We’re all going to meet the team at a bar not far from here. Are you in?”

  She bit her lip, looking over at Shaw. “We have a long drive back. I don’t know…”

  Simon threw his hand in the air. “You are not taking this stud away from me this early, young lady.”

  She laughed as Shaw gave her a reassuring nod. “I guess a little while longer wouldn’t hurt anything.”

  Chapter 17

  Olive

  Talk about being star-struck. There I sat at the bar holding hands with a champion boxer surrounded by the players of my favorite hockey team.

  “Is this real life?” I yelled into Griffin’s ear.

  He kissed my cheek. “It better be, or it’s the best damn dream that I hope to never wake up from.”

  “You must be the girl my wife won’t shut the fuck up about who has my little brother all goo-goo eyed.”

  I turned to see Gavin Hayes standing right next to me, and I practically spit my water all over the bar top. “Holy fucking shit-balls of fire! You’re Gavin Hayes.” I threw my hands over my mouth as embarrassment washed over me.

  Griffin and Gavin both laughed. “He’s a bigger deal than I am.” Gavin pointed to his brother and yelled, “Fucking middleweight champion of the motherfucking world! Let’s hear it for my little brother, the best damn boxer ever!”

  Griffin’s face, neck, and ears instantly blared bright crimson as he punched his brother in the shoulder. “We’re here for you guys, man. It’s nothing, really.”

  “Fucking loss,” the goalie grumbled as he walked up to us. I took deep breaths, trying to play this one way cooler than I had with Gavin.