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“This isn’t over. I will deal with you later!”
“I look forward to it…Mom!”
She took a sip of her drink, setting it down on the table in front of them. “Unreal,” she said, shaking her head. “You forgot the food, by the way.”
“Cleaned out. Not a damn thing left down there. Sorry. Hey, don’t get too mad at him. Everyone gets coked out of their minds at these things at one time or another. Enough people here to keep an eye on him. He’ll be alright.”
“What about drug testing? He’s been trying to quit weed, but if he tests positive for coke…”
Neilly laughed. “The NHL has the laxest drug testing in professional sports. It’d shock you to find out how many guys are actual cokeheads.”
“Yourself included?”
“Nah, not anymore. Used to be. Too old for that shit now. Ah, he’s young, just played his first game. Let him live a little.”
There was a brief silence, during which Amara slammed the rest of her drink. “Wow,” she said, closing her eyes. “I am feelin’ good.”
“You ever gonna tell me your name?”
“And why do you wanna know so bad, huh?”
“Because,” he said softly, leaning into her ear. “I need to know what to moan while you’re sucking me off in a few minutes.”
“Oh, wow. OK.”
“Clearly you like fuckin’ hockey players. Wanna add another one to your roster, one who actually has hair on his balls this time?”
“Sure. Somewhere we can go that’s a bit more private?”
He took her by the hand and pulled her up off the couch. “Third floor. That’s where everyone goes to do drugs and fuck. Come on.” He led her up a spiral staircase, and she grabbed the railing to steady herself, as all the turns were messing with her equilibrium a bit.
The third floor opened to a large sitting area, where several couples were making out on the couches, and some with each other. “That’s usually not a good sign. All the bedrooms might be full. But…one more place to check.” He pulled her down the hallway, turned right, and checked the door handle. “Score,” he said, as she followed him inside a bathroom, with him closing and locking the door behind him.
Apparently, I’m the woman who fucks hockey players in bathrooms now, she thought.
This bathroom, however, was like nothing she’d ever seen before. It was probably the size of the living room in their apartment, complete with an oversized clawfoot tub centered in between a window that overlooked the bay. It had a walk-in shower that could easily fit six people comfortably, and his and hers sinks with a lighted vanity and stool in between them. “Holy shit,” she said, taking it all in.
“Welcome to NHL paychecks, Mrs. Hayes,” Neilly said, as he cupped her ass, scooped her up, and set her down on the vanity, kicking the stool out of the way so he was positioned right between her legs. “Now let’s say we get my dick in your mouth, eh?” He reached down to his pants and began to undo them, as she rested her arms on his shoulders and watched him work his belt loose.
He lifted his head and went in for a kiss. It was messy as hell, nothing like kissing Ryan or Ty, but she just went with it. “Come on,” he said, grabbing her arms and moving them to his waist. “Take off my pants.”
“Wow, in a rush, are we?” she said, as she yanked them down aggressively over his ass. Somehow, one of the pockets had flipped inside out, and she glanced down at the floor when she heard a “ping” sound, watching a silver wedding band bouncing across the tile. “Um,” she said cautiously, immediately removing her hands from him and moving herself as far back against the vanity as she could. “Please tell me that’s not what I think it is.”
“Fuck,” he muttered, staring down at it and watching it spin for a bit before coming to rest.
“So, you’re married?”
“Sometimes.” He leaned towards her and tried to kiss her again. “Right now isn’t one of those times.”
She lifted her hands and pressed them both against his chest, trying to push him away, but he wasn’t budging. “Hey, I don’t think I wanna do this anymore.”
“Come on, it’s just some drunk, sloppy head. It’s not like I’ll be leaving her for you.”
“Neil, I’m serious. I wanna leave.”
“And you can,” he said, as he grabbed both of her hands and pulled them off to either side of his chest, “as soon as I nut down that pretty little throat of yours.”
Smacked with a rush of adrenaline, she broke free of his grip, placing her hands against his chest again and shoving as hard as she could, causing him to stumble backward. The next thing she knew, her head whipped to the side, and she felt a sharp, intense pain against the right side of her face.
