Cross Checked (Shots on Goal #2)

by Kristen Hope Mazzola

  James’ work boots were propped up on the coffee table as he flipped through the news channels. I leaned down, grabbing Nike and Thor to cradle them in my arms as I slipped out of my work sneakers. Giving in to their bad behavior was never something I liked doing, but I was too tired to discipline; giving in was way easier. I started to giggle as they licked my cheeks, wiggling in my arms.

  “Hey, sexy pants! How was work?” James asked, getting up from the gray corduroy loveseat. “Want some eggs?”

  It was just about eight in the morning and I knew I was supposed to want breakfast, but all I wanted was my bed. “When are you heading to the jobsite?” I asked, deflecting.

  James started to rub my shoulders as his ice blue eyes peered into mine. There was something so calming about the way he gently looked at me, like he was seeing into my soul, deep down, into the raw parts of me; it was my favorite part about our relationship. With a deep breath, I let my shoulders relax in his strong, callused hands.

  His low gruff voice whispered, “I don’t have to be in for a few more hours. Go soak in a bath for a bit and I will whip up some food. Then, I will be out of your hair for the rest of the day so you can sleep off that pesky night shift of yours.”

  How did I get this lucky?

  Getting up on my tiptoes, I kissed James on his stubbly cheek, handing him our dogs. “Have I told you lately how much I love you?” I asked, turning to head to my favorite place in my home: the large Roman tub. It was the only reason I even agreed to move there.

  “Yes, but it is always nice to hear.” He smacked my butt after setting the dogs down in front of their food bowls, and their tails wagged feverishly in anticipation of their own breakfast.

  I heard kibble being poured into the porcelain bowls as I shut the door to my lavender bathroom. James called it my lady cave and let me make our bathroom as girly as I wanted. It was a fair trade for him turning our second bedroom into a home office that was more of a man-boy dream house.

  Steam started to bellow up from the filling tub as I tossed in a bright blue bath bomb. An intoxicating sent of lavender and mint filled up the small space and I sank down into the calming water.

  There was nothing better than a nice long bath after working a twelve-hour shift. My phone vibrated a few times on the edge of the tub. “Thank goodness for waterproof cases,” I muttered out loud to myself, grabbing it to check the messages, praying it wasn’t work saying I had to go in on my night off.

  Brayden: Thank you for letting me know. I am heading that way now. Hope you get some rest after a long night shift.

  Smiling at the words, I closed my eyes and relaxed even more. It felt good to help put his mind at ease. “This, is why I became I nurse,” I whispered to myself.

  James’ voice called through the door. “Breakfast in bed is served, my lady.”

  Man, he really knows how to treat me right.

  “Be right out!” I yelled back. I reluctantly stepped out of the tub and let the water drain out, toweling off as fast as I could. The worst part of baths was having to get out of the nice warm water and freezing your ass off in the chilly air, and forget it if I accidentally stepped out onto the cold tile—so miserable. I curled my toes in the gray shag bathmat, wrapping my fluffy pink Victoria’s Secret bathrobe around my bare body.

  James was already sitting up in bed with two trays set for us. Eggs, bacon, home fries, and Diet Dr. Pepper—breakfast of champions. I dove under the covers, letting James wrap his arm around me.

  “Thank you,” I whispered before giving him a quick peck on the cheek.

  He smiled down at me while dousing his eggs with Tabasco. “Anything for you, babe.”

  I slowly twisted the red cap and heard the fizzing of the carbonation from my weakness—I’d been hooked on it since college.

  James and I sat in our king-sized bed, eating our food while I told him all about my shift.

  “Damn. That really does suck.” We both got up from bed, grabbing our trays to clean up. Checking his watch, James pursed his lips. “Now, I have to run or the guys are going to be standing around with their thumbs up their asses.”

  I wrapped my arms around his waist. “Oh the life of the boss. Have a good day.”

  My phone blared on my nightstand and I groaned at it. I had passed out hard right after James left for work and I had no idea how long I had been out.

  Grabbing my phone, I swiped to answer the call without even opening my eyes to check to see who was calling.

  “Hel-Hello?” My sleepy voice cracked as I tried to will myself to wake up.

  Martha’s jubilant voice boomed from the other end. “Girls’ night tonight. Don’t tell me you forgot.”

  Of course, I forgot. I didn’t even know which way was up most days; working nights was really starting to take its toll on me. “You know I wouldn’t miss our sushi date for the world,” I lied through my teeth.

  “I woke you up, didn’t I?” My best friend’s tone hinted toward frustration, but it’s not like I slept all day by choice. Blame my scheduler, not me. I hated keeping vampire hours, but the money was good and I loved my job; it was give and take at its finest.

  “I didn’t get home until about eight this morning. What time is it?” I rubbed my eyes, shifting as the dogs started to stir under the blankets. Luckily, Nike and Thor were lazy, sleepy little angels while I napped. As long as they were under the covers, curled up next to my legs, they were happy campers.

  “It’s almost three. See you at six per usual?” Martha was not one to stay on the phone for longer than a few minutes with anyone. She preferred to gab in person or via text, but she knew texts wouldn’t wake me up from the dead of sleep after a night shift, even if my phone was on its loudest setting.

  “I will be there with bells on,” I responded, sinking back down into my plush bed.

  “Perfect. See you later, girl.” With that she hung up and I set an alarm to wake me up with just enough time to walk the dogs and get to the restaurant on time.

  Girls’ night, one of the very best inventions ever. Martha was waiting for me next to the hostess stand at our favorite little hole-in-the-wall sushi place. We had found it a few years back when we got lost one night and it was the best find ever. It was a total family affair, their food was phenomenal and cheap, and the place was open until three in the morning. It really couldn’t be beat.

  “Hey, bitch!” Martha practically screamed as I walked through the door, pulling me in for a hug.

  “Hey slut. Is Kari meeting us?” I asked as the hostess showed us to our regular booth in the back of the restaurant.

  Martha nodded, taking her seat across from me. “She got tied up in a meeting at work. You know how she can’t say no to her boss.”

  The hostess handed me a paper menu and a pencil to check off what I wanted to order. “Thank you,” Martha and I both said in unison, smiling up at the young lady.

  “Nice to see you again. Enjoy your dinner. Jill will be right with you.” Ming, the petite hostess who had just come to the States to start college, bowed before heading back to her post. We made a point of knowing everyone who worked at this joint, and it always paid off somehow.

  I turned to Martha to continue our talk about Kari. “Seriously? Again?”

  “You know how she is.” Martha rolled her eyes before checking the back of the menu for anything new.

  Kari was too nice—it was just her nature—and she got walked all over by her prick of a boss because of it. Martha, Kari, and I had all gone to Columbia together and had been the Three Musketeers ever since. Even with our different career paths, we found a way to make time to get together, and we had supported each other during some of the most challenging times in our lives. I didn’t know if I would have made it through nursing school without their encouragement.

  Martha was tall, voluptuous, loud, and stylish. She was an assistant editor at an up-and-coming fashion magazine and was taking the literary world by storm, even working on her own fashion blog and a b
ook.

  Kari was petite, soft-spoken, loyal, and had the heart of a lion. She had just passed the New York bar exam and was working her way up in one of the largest law firms in the city. She was fierce when she needed to be and was the perfect balance of sweet and dangerous. We knew she was just biding her time before she could bust out on her own, but for the time being, she would have to pay her dues and keep her head down.

  Without even ordering it, chilled peach sake was brought to our table by our favorite server, Jill. She had been the first person to ever take care of us there, and from then on we were her regulars. Jill was also one of the only Caucasian people that worked in the restaurant. She was married to one of the owner’s sons and helped in the restaurant when she wasn’t taking her business classes.

  “How’d your business law test go?” I asked Jill as she filled our sake glasses for us.

  The smile that lit up her face got me so excited. “I got an A! Finally! I was so nervous.”

  Right then, Kari bounced over to us, taking the seat next to me. “Did I hear that right?” Kari screamed, “Did you get an A on that test?”

  Jill bit her lip, nodding. “I really don’t know how I am ever going to be able to repay you for all of your help when I had questions.”

  Kari shook her head violently. “I am just so glad I could help! Answering a few questions in an email from you helps break up the mundane work I am doing at the firm. File after file of yawn-fests is what I have to look forward to most days.”

  A table waved to Jill and she scurried away to go help her other guests.

  I wrapped an arm around Kari’s shoulders. “That is so sweet of you, helping Jill like that.”

  Kari shrugged. “Those law classes can be hard even for law students. I really was happy to help. I mean, I have the knowledge, why not use it? It’s not like they trust me at work to ask me things yet. It’s nice to feel smart again.”

  We raised our white sake glasses in the air. “To girls’ night. May the gossip be juicy and the dirt never leave this table.” With that we threw the shots back and finished checking off the ridiculous amount of delectable rolls and sashimi we were about to devour.

  Martha glared at me from across the table. “So, how’s the boy?” Her distaste for James was never hidden; she thought I could and should do better.

  “He’s doing well, working on some townhouses in Queens right now.”

  “No ring yet?” Kari nudged me with her elbow.

  I shook my head. “Guys, you know how I feel about marriage.”

  They both dramatically sighed.

  “One of these days”—Kari pointed her finger at me—“you’re going to find a guy that makes you want to throw all your feminist bullshit out the window.”

  Martha nodded. “You’re our only hope. Kari works too damn much with men who all look like trolls and all the men I meet or work with are gayer than Liberace.”

  “Well, I am sorry to break it to you loves, but I don’t think James and I will be tying that knot ever, so we might need to find a new chick friend to place these pressures on.”

  Martha dramatically rolled her eyes and slapped her hand on the table. “I just will never understand your viewpoint here. I really cannot wrap my head around it.”

  I took a deep breath in. How many times am I going to have to explain this? “I have never seen a marriage succeed. They either tear apart at the seams and or crash and burn. Everyone is miserable. I am happy with James and the way things are, and besides, the whole wedding ring tradition—don’t even get me started on that bullshit.”

  Kari started to laugh a little. “Everything comes from somewhere. Just because slaves used to wear gold bands on their left ring finger to show they were owned by someone doesn’t mean a present-day wedding band has the same ownership connotation. I mean really, Karla, get your head out of that ba-humbug state of mind.”

  I threw my hands in the air. “Can’t we all just agree to disagree here?”

  We took another shot to clear the air and then moved on to how one of the interns at Kari’s firm had been trying to play a game of grab-ass at the copy machine the other day.

  “I mean, it’s the most action I’ve gotten in a while, but twenty-three is just a little too young for me.” Kari blushed.

  The rest of girls’ night was spent talking about what celebrity couples were breaking up, who Martha was trying to get interviews with, and Kari’s nonstop babble about being in a penis-envy environment with no light at the end of the tunnel. We all hugged goodbye, making plans to see each other for another sushi date in two weeks.

  I got home to a dark apartment. Nike and Thor started to yap at me was I walked in, trying to be as quiet as possible. James called out from the bedroom, “Babe? How was your night?”

  I set my purse on the counter and stripped down as I made my way into our room. “It was nice, same ol’ thing. Kari and Martha are still ragging on me for us not being engaged yet.”

  I curled up in James’ arms as he pulled me in close, laughing softly. “Well, they’re going to be holding their breath for a long time. You’ve made it pretty clear what would happen if I ever asked.”

  “Thank you for respecting my wishes.” I kissed him on the cheek.

  His soft lips brushed against mine. “Of course, my love.”

  Chapter 2

  Brayden

  Weeks Later

  I glanced over at the digital clock on my nightstand: only half past eleven at night. It felt like I had been lying in bed for an eternity and it had only been thirty minutes. I turned on my TV to some disturbing late-night food infomercial about a sandwich that came in a self-heating can. How does something like even this exist? Who thought to themselves one day that a candwich was a good idea? Then again, I had thought that about Hot Pockets, and those bitches were making millions on their pastry lava-filled meals of death. My phone chimed with a text, breaking my disgusted stare as I watched, in grossed-out awe, a premade peanut butter and strawberry jelly sandwich being eaten out of a tin can.

  Rosa: What are you doing?

  Damn, perfect timing. Rosa was one of my most frequent flyers from the little black book section of my contacts. Meaningless sex was all we were to each other, and it worked out perfectly.

  Me: In bed, trying to count sheep but nothing is working.

  Rosa: Want some company?

  Me: I wouldn’t mind getting a little tired out before calling it a night.

  Rosa: Be there soon.

  Me: The front door will be unlocked. Just come on in when you get here.

  That’s all it took and I was about to get my dick sucked into oblivion. It was going to be glorious.

  I went downstairs, unlocking the front door for Rosa. Then, I dove into the shower to do a little manscaping before my guest arrived. I usually didn’t worry too much about getting ready for a chick to come over since I was pretty diligent when it came to keeping up appearances down there, but with spending most of my time at the hospital or the rink lately, I had been slacking on every front. My beard game was strong, but it was just because I didn’t have the time to trim it or even shave.

  As I was toweling off, I heard Rosa’s thick Russian accent call through the door. “Hey sexy, need some help in there?”

  I responded quickly. “Be out in one second, babe.”

  Walking into my room, I had one of the best views in the world. Rosa was gorgeous, tall, and thin with long black hair, and she was wearing knee-high fishnets, a white lace corset, and a matching thong. Fucking glorious. Exactly what I needed to take my mind off how shitty things had been recently.

  “Nice beard, handsome.” She smiled.

  Rubbing the back of my neck, I shamelessly let my eyes rake over her body. “You like it?”

  She nodded. “It’s a good look on you. Now play with me.” Excitement spread on her face as she bit her bottom lip, and my eyes snapped to my bedside table where her ropes and leather flog were laid out on the nightstand, just waiting f
or me to play with.

  “You read my mind,” I growled, letting my towel fall to the floor. “On your knees, pet.”

  Rosa crawled off the bed, and the way her back arched as she did so was incredible. I watched as she slowly crawled to me, never breaking eye contact, and a chill rushed up my spine as I grabbed the white ropes, grasping them firmly in my hand.

  My mind tripped through all the ways we could do this, all the knots and all the beautiful bindings Rosa would let me do. She sat in front of me on her heels.

  “Why are you not naked? When I am naked, you better be,” I barked at her. She undressed without a word, piling her clothes by the foot of my bed. Once she returned to her position, I took her wrists.

  My four-poster king-sized bed was going to be put to fantastic work tonight. I tied Rosa’s wrists together then, grabbing the excess rope, led her over to my bed as she walked on her knees, arms outstretched in front of her. I picked Rosa up into my arms, setting her on my bed exactly how I wanted her: on her knees, facing the headboard. When I placed my hand on the small of her back, she arched and stuck her perfect ass farther out—sheer perfection. I tied her wrists to the right bedpost, giving her enough slack to be a couple feet away from the wall and leaving enough room for me to play with her properly.

  “You’re mine tonight. Say it,” I commanded.

  “I am yours, sir. Only yours, Brayden.” Her voice trembled with seduction, and the lust that drenched her words made my dick twitch.

  I rolled my fingers gently over her plump, bare ass before grabbing her ankles. I tied them together with another tether, making sure her legs would stay together. Sitting back for a few seconds, I watched in awe as my pet stayed perfectly still, bound so beautifully and just waiting for me to devour her.

  The power and control I possessed in these moments was thrilling. Leaning over, I let my teeth slowly sink into her shoulder. A low moan escaped her lips as she shook a little; pain was her favorite source of pleasure. Relaxing my jaw, her shoulders followed suit.