out of their chairs and immediately saddle up alongside me on a stool. “You did what?” Sue shouts.
“You are talking about my brother, Mr. Moody, right?”
Ah! Here’s my drink. I thank the bartender again, and Suzanne orders herself another round as well. I continue to tell the girls how Jeremy and I may have had a few misunderstandings and how he returned the second kiss with such passion and intensity before asking me to go out with him. I left out the fact that he texted and called me this morning. The less they know the better. I haven’t even talked to Jeremy to see where he stands at the moment. After this morning’s conversation and how it ended, I can’t be too sure he is still adamant about this so-called date .
More questions ensue after that, and I feel as though I’m in the speed round of Jeopardy . Before I know it, I’ve consumed four martinis and only picked at some of the fruit on top of the mini cheesecakes, and I can’t understand what is coming out of my mouth. I see Courtney talking on the phone, but for the life of me, I can’t make out anything she’s saying. Things start to blur, and I begin to stand, but Suzanne grabs my wrists and we both thud down and start giggling after losing our balance. As I’m in a conversation about pole dancing with Suzanne, her eyes drift away from mine and over my shoulder. Her face turns up into a wicked smile, and she points before shouting, “You! How could you not tell me about you two?!”
What the hell? As I attempt to stand up on my wobbly legs, I giggle. Why are my legs like rubber? I turn, and my eyes run up the length of the guy standing in front of me, meeting his intoxicating big brown eyes. “Oh, shit,” I whisper. That’s when I feel as though I’m falling, and the last thing I remember are two warm, strong arms wrapped around my body.
I leave the rink early in the afternoon and am thoroughly exhausted. It’s one thing to skate around with the kids in the summer camp at the Forum, but when you are up against guys on your own team, it’s a whole other form of workout. My legs ache, and I’m pretty sure I’ll have bruises in a few places tomorrow morning if I don’t ice down my shoulders tonight. The ride back to my place is painful, and I know my arms are junk after I try to pull all my gear from the back of my truck. It was apparent how out of shape I was when I tried to catch my breath with Emily. I don’t even know how that girl does it, but just the thought of her brings a smile to my face.
The last thing I wanted was to come home to Dave at my place, but clearly he wasn’t kidding when he said he was planning on staying a while. It comes as quite the shock when I walk in with all my gear and find him in my kitchen in nothing but his boxer briefs, chugging back a beer and scratching his balls. How he hasn’t found the right girl after all these years isn’t such a mystery.
“Are you planning on getting dressed today, or are you just planning on showing me your junk until you leave?” Smirking back at me with the beer at his lips, he grabs a hold of his cock and squeezes tight. “I’ll take that as a no.”
After showering and making some burgers on the grill, I grab a beer from the fridge and sit down in the living room to watch some TV. Dave is right behind me, plopping his ass in the chair next to me. After taking a bite out of his burger, he mumbles, “How was practice today?” Glancing from the TV over to him, wiping the burger juices from my mouth, I say, “Decent. It was good to see a few of the guys again and really toss the puck around, but I know I’m out of shape, and I’ll be hurting in the morning.” Dave nods back at me as if understanding. He never had any interest in having hockey as a career, but he still loves the sport and is probably one of my biggest supporters. He may be a total ass sometimes, but I’ll never not want him as my best friend.
After finishing dinner, Dave and I sit back
“You are talking about my brother, Mr. Moody, right?”
Ah! Here’s my drink. I thank the bartender again, and Suzanne orders herself another round as well. I continue to tell the girls how Jeremy and I may have had a few misunderstandings and how he returned the second kiss with such passion and intensity before asking me to go out with him. I left out the fact that he texted and called me this morning. The less they know the better. I haven’t even talked to Jeremy to see where he stands at the moment. After this morning’s conversation and how it ended, I can’t be too sure he is still adamant about this so-called date .
More questions ensue after that, and I feel as though I’m in the speed round of Jeopardy . Before I know it, I’ve consumed four martinis and only picked at some of the fruit on top of the mini cheesecakes, and I can’t understand what is coming out of my mouth. I see Courtney talking on the phone, but for the life of me, I can’t make out anything she’s saying. Things start to blur, and I begin to stand, but Suzanne grabs my wrists and we both thud down and start giggling after losing our balance. As I’m in a conversation about pole dancing with Suzanne, her eyes drift away from mine and over my shoulder. Her face turns up into a wicked smile, and she points before shouting, “You! How could you not tell me about you two?!”
What the hell? As I attempt to stand up on my wobbly legs, I giggle. Why are my legs like rubber? I turn, and my eyes run up the length of the guy standing in front of me, meeting his intoxicating big brown eyes. “Oh, shit,” I whisper. That’s when I feel as though I’m falling, and the last thing I remember are two warm, strong arms wrapped around my body.
I leave the rink early in the afternoon and am thoroughly exhausted. It’s one thing to skate around with the kids in the summer camp at the Forum, but when you are up against guys on your own team, it’s a whole other form of workout. My legs ache, and I’m pretty sure I’ll have bruises in a few places tomorrow morning if I don’t ice down my shoulders tonight. The ride back to my place is painful, and I know my arms are junk after I try to pull all my gear from the back of my truck. It was apparent how out of shape I was when I tried to catch my breath with Emily. I don’t even know how that girl does it, but just the thought of her brings a smile to my face.
The last thing I wanted was to come home to Dave at my place, but clearly he wasn’t kidding when he said he was planning on staying a while. It comes as quite the shock when I walk in with all my gear and find him in my kitchen in nothing but his boxer briefs, chugging back a beer and scratching his balls. How he hasn’t found the right girl after all these years isn’t such a mystery.
“Are you planning on getting dressed today, or are you just planning on showing me your junk until you leave?” Smirking back at me with the beer at his lips, he grabs a hold of his cock and squeezes tight. “I’ll take that as a no.”
After showering and making some burgers on the grill, I grab a beer from the fridge and sit down in the living room to watch some TV. Dave is right behind me, plopping his ass in the chair next to me. After taking a bite out of his burger, he mumbles, “How was practice today?” Glancing from the TV over to him, wiping the burger juices from my mouth, I say, “Decent. It was good to see a few of the guys again and really toss the puck around, but I know I’m out of shape, and I’ll be hurting in the morning.” Dave nods back at me as if understanding. He never had any interest in having hockey as a career, but he still loves the sport and is probably one of my biggest supporters. He may be a total ass sometimes, but I’ll never not want him as my best friend.
After finishing dinner, Dave and I sit back
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