Low Blow (Shots On Goal Standalone Series Book 4)

by Kristen Hope Mazzola

  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?”

  “Ar
e 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.

  “But the only one of the season,” I added in.

  Will Crosby cocked his head to the side. “I don’t know you.”

  “I’m Olive, but you can call me Liv.”

  Griffin winked at me as Crosby got another beer from the bar and Jordan joined him, still wearing his jersey.

  “Bates!” Crosby scooped Jordan up into his arms, twirling her around.

  I leaned in closer so only Gavin and Griffin could hear me. “Are they together?”

  Gavin grabbed his stomach as he chuckled. “Fuck! I wish. They have each held a torch for the other for too fucking long. They need to just fuck and get it over with.”

  Another player walked up, agreeing with Gavin. “Preach, brother.”

  “Olive, this is Brayden.” Myla pushed past her brother and husband, shoving Griffin off of his seat. “Let the pregnant chick have your seat.”

  Griffin got up, helping her onto the barstool next to me. Brayden shook my hand. “Olive, it’s a pleasure.”

  My jaw hung open as I mindlessly gripped his hand for way longer than was appropriate. “Sorry…a little star-struck.”

  Myla put her hand on my shoulder. “Don’t worry, it goes away after a while.”

  Everyone in the bar began to cheer as we all started to look around to see what the fuss was about.

  Gavin and Brayden high-fived as Myla squealed, “About fucking time!”

  I looked past Griffin to see Crosby holding Jordan up against the far wall of the bar, lip-locked.

  “The loss was worth it for those two to finally hook up!” Gavin yelled.

  My phone buzzed in my pocket. Pulling it out, I saw a message from Shaw.

  Shaw: Simon and I hopped in a cab and are heading to his place. I’ll figure out a way to get home. Love you. Don’t wait up.

  Me: Love you, make good choices.

  “I lost my partner in crime.” I grabbed Griff’s hand, pulling him closer to me.

  Holding me, he looked down. “Shaw and Simon are really hitting it off, aren’t they?”

  I tensed my shoulders. “We’ll see. Seems like it.” I sighed in his arms.

  “What’s up, Liv?”

  “I don’t want to leave, but it is getting late and I need to get home to Otis.”

  His face pulled down and he practically frowned with his entire body. “Are you sure you can’t stay with me and drive home after you sleep for a few hours?”

  I shook my head. “I’ll be fine. I only had a few beers in the beginning of the game and have been drinking water ever sense. I just need to head out before it gets any later.”

  Walking around, I said my goodbyes to the team and the rest of Griffin’s gang—except for Crosby and Jordan. We left those two alone for fear that if we brought too much attention to them, they might revert back to awkwardly flirting again.

  Griffin walked me to my car, keeping me as close to him as possible for as long as he could.

  “I hate this,” he murmured as he lifted me off the ground to hug me.

  “Me too, but this just means I get to miss you until I get to see you again.”

  “Missing you is an understatement. I miss you now and you haven’t even left yet. Once you drive away, I am going to long for you, crave you.” He set me down and opened my door for me. “You better get in the car now, or I might not let you leave.”

  “Bye.” I kissed his cheek. “Love you.” I stopped. We both froze, except for the huge smile that took over Griffin’s face. It had just slipped out because I always said, Bye, love you, to Shaw whenever he left and when we got off the phone. It was instinct.

  Griffin crushed his lips to mine. “Don’t worry, babe. I know what you meant.”

  I breathed a sigh of relief as I kissed him back. “I’ll call you when I get home.”

  “Please do. I’ll be waiting up.”

  About an hour into my drive, the sleepies started to take over quickly. Usually, I was fine driving late at night for long distances, but I could not stop yawning for the life of me. My eyes were heavy and the road kept getting harder and harder to concentrate on. My head started bobbing. I put the air on full blast, cranked the music, and rolled down every window.

  “Just about halfway there.” I cheered myself on, saying, “You got this.”

  My head kept bobbing.

  My eyes were struggling to focus and stay open.

  And then everything went black in an instant.

  Griffin

  I hated that Olive had to leave but it was better that she got home safely. Every few seconds I glanced down at my phone hoping for a text from her saying that she was home already.

  “She’s really great, man. I’m happy for you.” Crosby slouched in the seat next to me as he eyed Jordan from across the bar. Both of them were effervescent with shit eating grins consuming their entire face.

  “Thanks.” I clanked my beer bottle to his. “And I think a congratulations is in order for you. About damn time you and Bates locked lips.”

  He started laughing. “That it is. It’s been freaking years of buildup to say the least and fuck me because that chick can kiss. If I had grown the balls to do that years ago, I might have dodged the bullet with my cheating whore of an ex-wife.”

  Harding took a seat on the other side of Will. Obviously feeling no pain, he smacked Crosby on the back a little harder than he probably intended. “Way to go, brother.” Chase Harding was one of the play
ers that I didn’t know too well, but he seemed like a nice enough guy.

  “How’s it going, Chase?” I asked before ordering another beer.

  “Pretty damn good. Can’t complain. I mean this was our first loss in a while, so life is pretty good.” I was impressed with how well all of the guys were taking their defeat. It was true that the Otters were an overall winning franchise and they all carried themselves like it.

  “Cheers to that, man. How’re Nikki and the baby?” Crosby questioned.

  Harding ordered a water before answering. “Fucking fantastic. I wish Nikki could have come out tonight but she had a late dance class and with the baby and all, it’s not the easiest.”

  Jordan ran up and gave Crosby a quick kiss on the cheek before rushing off to the bathroom with Myla.

  “You taking her home tonight, bro?” Harding asked.

  Crosby shrugged. “Honestly, after a game like tonight the last thing I want to do is fuck. I want a hot shower and to ice my knees.”

  Harding chuckled. “You have to mattress fuck her, dude.”

  I raised my eyebrow and shifted to look at Harding.

  What in the ever-loving fuck is this kid talking about?

  Mattress fucking? What in the damn world?

  “The fuck, Harding? No, I can’t say that I even know what the hell that is.” Crosby responded. I was glad that I wasn’t the only one that thought this guy was off his damn rocker.

  “You know, when your girl’s on her back, you’re on your knees with her legs in your hands, you use your arms to push her into the mattress and let the momentum of the bed do all the work for you because it is bouncy. It’s an easy way to get her to fuck you while you’re still in control.”

  I shook my head. “Dude, you’re crazy but that does sounds amazing.”

  We shot the shit for a bit as I constantly checked my watch.

  “Any word from Olive?” Myla asked as she squeeze in between Crosby and I to get to bar and get another Sprite.

  “Not yet.” I pursed my lips. “I am starting to get a little worried.”

  Sean and Jessica were not too far away, so Myla called them over.