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Romance › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
27
Views:
9,220
Reviews:
49
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Chapter Sixteen
Disclaimer: Characters in this story are my creation, as is the city of Bannen,(as far as I know, Canada doesn’t have a city named Bannen in it), and the hockey team is fictional as well. California doesn’t have a team named the Demon Dogs, that is my creation. The characters in this story are not based on any specific person, so any similarities are purely coincidental. I do not own any rights to the Stanley Cup, and I don’t make any money off my stories.
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I tried to keep the hockey facts as truthful as possible, so please excuse any slip-ups. While this is a story based on a sports team, it’s not my intention to focus completely on it, but instead on the romantic story. I also don’t bash hockey players in real life, as I’ve met a few and they are lovely people. It just works in my story for now. I was inspired from the recent playoff games, when this plot bunny jumped into my head. Please enjoy.
Warnings: angst, lemon, oral, death, fluff, language, m/f
** Asterisks indicate thoughts
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Chapter Sixteen
Almost a week had passed from when Hilary last called, and Denise was glad. She hardly had the energy to put up with her. With October behind them and now entering the early weeks of November, Denise had a lot to do. Graham was at hockey practice, so she cleverly arranged a meeting with Bob to discuss ideas for the Christmas Banquet and Hospital social. She had timed it so that Graham would be done practice and finishing up in the shower by the time her meeting with Bob concluded.
“Well, I really like the idea of having the banquet on December 22nd, Denise. Close to Christmas, and out of the way of hockey practice. Did you book a hall?” Bob was looking over the sheet that Denise had sketched out her tentative plans. She pulled a small agenda from her purse, searching within it.
“Ahh…. Yes, I did. The Governor’s Hall. Slightly fancy, but entirely affordable. I wanted something tasteful that all the guys would be comfortable in.”
“You’ll find you can dress ‘em up, but can’t take ‘em out.”
Bob and Denise shared a laugh. Now that she was beginning to know some of the other players, she had a small idea of what Bob was referring to. Although the men on the team were fine, upstanding gentlemen, and great players on the ice, most were still kids at heart. She had no doubt that with the whole team together, mischief would ensue. She already had one of her own, out on the ice at that very moment.
“Were you able to arrange with the Hospital to have the boys in around December 15th?” Bob asked. Denise checked her planner.
“Yes. We’ve also worked out refreshments and gift packages for all the children who will be attending the social. It should be a wonderful afternoon.”
“You have no idea. You should see what some of the older guys on the team are planning for the younger members.” He said with a chuckle. This peaked Denise’s curiosity.
“What? What’s going to happen?” He gave her a knowing grin.
“Well, you’ll have to be there to find out.” He winked. Denise sat back in her chair, giving the twinkling-eyed mascot of the Bannen Warriors a skeptical look.
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Graham hardly had his front door unlocked before Denise was on him. Together, they stumbled into his front hallway, Graham kicking the door closed behind him. She jumped on him, wrapping her shapely legs around his waist. He grasped her bottom and held her close to him as he made his way farther into his small home.
They hardly made it past the first room.
Instead of heading straight to the bedroom, Graham made a detour and went to the living room, collapsing onto the couch, careful not to crush Denise. She was ripping off his shirt, buttons flying every which way, before discarding the shirt completely. Graham hardly paid it any mind – it had been a nice shirt, but seeing Denise grab hold of it and rip it from his body in a passionate frenzy was well worth the fabric being destroyed. He struggled with her shirt, having to make her pause while he lifted it up and over her head. Throwing it somewhere behind the couch, she was at his belt before he had turned his attention back to her.
Helping her with the buckle, she went to the button of his jeans and forced it open, zipping down his fly. The sound went straight to his cock. Slipping her hands under the band of his boxers, she slid both jeans and underwear down his legs, Graham kicking them off as they reached his feet. She pushed slightly on Graham’s chest, making him sit up and take his weight off of her.
She crawled off the couch and stood before the fully nude Graham, trailing her hands down her flat stomach and to the fastenings of her dress pants. His eyes followed her hands as she slid her pants off her muscular legs. Kicking them to the side, she unhooked her bra and let it fall to the floor. His eyes rose to stare appreciatively at her full breasts. They were very popular with Graham, and whenever he undressed her, his hands would immediately go to her chest, cupping and gently squeezing her soft globes.
Slipping a hand into her lacy panties, she lightly trailed her fingers within the moist flesh of her womanhood. Moaning quietly, she watched Graham’s face through her dark lashes. He was gripping the coach cushions on either side, exercising much restraint. Grinning to herself, she decided to put an end to her teasing. Pulling off her panties, she sashayed slowly towards him, and he leaned back against the back of the couch in anticipation.
Instead of crawling into his lap, as he expected, Denise sank down to her knees, in-between his legs. He hadn’t been expecting that. She had yet to appreciate him orally, and this seemed the best time out of any. She slid her hands up the insides of his thighs, Graham visibly swallowing. She watched his adam’s apple move with the action.
Running her fingertips lightly over the dark hairs at the base of his penis, she leaned down slightly and exhaled over the head of his cock. Parting her lips slightly, she took the weeping head into her mouth, running her tongue over the small slit.
Denise heard Graham inhale sharply, and that small sound spurred her on. Slowly, she engulfed his entire length, running her tongue down and over the protruding vein. Bobbing her head, she alternated between sucking and licking his cock, her hand stroking his length as she focused on the head. Reaching up with her other hand, she cupped his sac, heavy in her palm, gently squeezing his balls. Suckling on his cock greedily, she didn’t have a care for the crude slurping noises she was making.
Sparing a glance up towards Graham’s face, she was slightly shocked but equally pleased that he had his eyes screwed shut and was lightly sweating. His lips were slightly parted, breathing heavily and trying to keep control of himself. He was gripping the cushions so tightly beside him that his knuckles had begun to turn white.
Drawing his cock deep in her mouth, she lavished it with her tongue, sucking more forcefully than before. Graham’s hips bucked, and he made a sound suspiciously like a whimper of need. Denise hummed around his erection, Graham at long last losing the battle of concentration. Eyes opening wide, the muscles in his abs and thighs tightening, he let out a low cry as he spilled himself into Denise’s eager mouth. She drank up his essence, careful not to miss a drop, Graham watching wide-eyed as his seed shot into her mouth and coated her tongue.
When she had made sure to milk him of every last drop, she crawled up and straddled his hips. Grinning, she wiped the sweat from his brow. He looked at her, his clear blue eyes filled with astonishment.
“Who knew I had such a bawdy girlfriend?” He joked. Denise ran her hands along his stubbled cheeks.
“You liked it?”
“I loved it.”
He was hard in no time, Denise settling fully on his lap, arms gripping his shoulders. She rode him, hips moving up and down, side to side. Graham rested his hands lightly on her hips, kissing her breasts, teasing her nipples with his tongue. He hissed as his orgasm hit him, groaning as he spurt within her, shuddering. Denise sped up her tempo, quick to reach her climax as well. She moaned, breathlessly calling out Graham’s name as she came, her muscles constricting, relaxing, constricting, relaxing.
Resting her forehead against Graham’s, she tried to steady her breathing. Graham wrapped his arms fully around her, drawing her close. Tilting his head up slightly, he met her lips, kissing her deeply, running his fingers through her long, dark hair.
They didn’t need to say anything, just sat within one another’s embrace, savouring the moment.
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Eli sat with his notepad in front of him, tapping a pen against the paper in annoyance. They had taken notes about the Demon Dogs, they had analyzed where the Warriors would possibly be weak against them, and they had made a list of points to work on in practice to strengthen their play specifically against the Dogs. So why the hell wasn’t it making a difference?!
He was aggravated. The Dogs were their strongest opponent, and judging by their games in the past, he would say by a long-shot. The Dogs had mostly goons on the team – into cheap hits, heavy bordering, hell-bent on causing injury. The Coach would put the hitters on the ice, knock out the Warriors top scorers, and after the damage was done, they would put out their good players and they would clean the Bannen Warriors clocks. It was infuriating.
Eli recalled last year, when the Goon Dogs, (as the Warriors affectionately referred to them as) came on in the first period, and knocked Welding, Kelly, Michaels, and himself out of the game with injuries. Welding had come on in the second half of the third period, but by then the damage was done and the Dogs were winning 7-2. It was always horribly depressing. Although the Bannen Warriors boasted a strong team, with well built and tall men, the Dogs were almost a monstrosity in comparison. The average height for them seemed to be around 6’4 or 6’5, and Eli guessed that they had about 20 pounds more on each of them as compared to the Warriors.
If they wanted any sort of chance at being successful in the playoffs, they needed to figure out a way to beat the Dogs, and soon.
Calling his girlfriend, Eli informed her that he would be home soon, but needed to clear up a few things at ‘work’. What he really intended to do was get ahold of Coach Richards and go over some of his points. The Warriors needed to be successful, damn it! They were starting to turn into the laughing stock of the NHL, the underachievers. He did not want to be handed that poor title.
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A game against the Montreal Canadiens had come within the same week. Graham and Neil had gotten together, planning to get their ladies tickets. Amanda and Denise were delighted to be seated beside one another, as they had come to be even closer friends through lengthy phone conversations and occasional meetings.
Finding their seats within the crowded stands, Amanda and Denise sat, absorbing the energy in the rink from the fans. The game hadn’t started yet, but the rink was alive with cheers and waving pom-poms. Looking around, Denise spotted a few signs, she and Amanda having a laugh over them. Some read, “I love you Graham!” or, “Welding is my hero!” and, “Neil is a sexy beast!”.
“Can’t disagree with that.” Amanda said, giving Denise a grin. They talked among themselves, though sometimes they had to shout in order to be heard. Amanda told Denise a little of what Neil had talked with her about earlier. She explained that the Bannen Warriors number one goalie was a man named Francis Osler, but tonight they were going to play their back-up, Colin Burkins.
Graham had spoken a little bit about Colin and the relevance of this game. It would be Colin’s first in a long time, and it was a test to see how well he held up in the pressure zone. Before she had watched hockey, Denise thought that the goalie was a position that didn’t get a lot of action, that it was just standing around most of the time.
Since she had started watching the Bannen Warriors play, she was shocked at realizing what an active position goalie was. Hardly what she thought before. She was impressed with Osler’s athleticism, how well he saved the pucks. He was constantly moving around. She gathered from what Graham said that Colin was a much younger player than Osler, and lacked a lot of experience. She hoped, for Colin’s sake, that the game would go well and look good on the young goalie.
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The third period was drawing near the halfway mark, and both Amanda and Denise could not sit down and be quiet. They were jumping out of their seats, yelling and cheering on their team, constantly watching for when their respective boyfriends were on the ice. As always, Denise was mesmerized whenever Graham was out there. He always seemed like a completely different person when he was playing.
She was seeing the athlete, the leader. He often looked deep in concentration, strong and intimidating, playing his hardest. It turned Denise on to no end. She wished she could climb the boards, knock him down, and take him on the ice, in his gear. Imagining it made her hot and giggle at the same time. It was such a ridiculous but seductive image.
It was apparent that this game belonged to the Bannen Warriors. They were severely handing the Canadiens asses to them. When the horn finally let out a shrill yell, signaling the end of the game, the Bannen warriors had won 5-1.
Laughing with Amanda, they left their seats, moving to the foyer of the arena. Their boys would be awhile, so they were content to pass the time with chit-chat. After all, they preferred that their men showered. It was one thing to kiss and cuddle with a slightly sweaty man after love-making, but to do that with a sweaty man after he played an intense hockey game was a different matter.
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After showering and straightening out his locker, Colin was tapped on the shoulder by Coach Richards. The game could not have gone more perfectly. Although the Warriors had won by a fairly large margin, they would not have without Colin. There were many shots fired on his net that evening, and he had stopped all but one. Feeling proud, he accepted Coach Richards praise with a big smile. The rest of his teammates hit him on the back as they left the dressing room, all commending him on the game that he had played.
The pleased look Coach Richards had given him could only mean one thing – that he had reached above and beyond Coach’s expectations, and there was a high chance that he would be playing far more games in the future. That prospect excited him to the point where he was sure he was vibrating with happiness. Wait til he called his mom and told her!
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Hilary wasn’t sure that her plan would work, but she wasn’t going to give up until she had at least tried. Picking up the telephone, she dialed the phone number she had diligently looked up in the phonebook.
“Hello?”
In her sweetest voice possible, Hilary tried her best to ooze charm.
“Hello, Mr. Bob Timmins? My name is Hilary Goodwin…”
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A/N: Thanks for reading. More to come soon! Please review! Thanks :D
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I tried to keep the hockey facts as truthful as possible, so please excuse any slip-ups. While this is a story based on a sports team, it’s not my intention to focus completely on it, but instead on the romantic story. I also don’t bash hockey players in real life, as I’ve met a few and they are lovely people. It just works in my story for now. I was inspired from the recent playoff games, when this plot bunny jumped into my head. Please enjoy.
Warnings: angst, lemon, oral, death, fluff, language, m/f
** Asterisks indicate thoughts
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Almost a week had passed from when Hilary last called, and Denise was glad. She hardly had the energy to put up with her. With October behind them and now entering the early weeks of November, Denise had a lot to do. Graham was at hockey practice, so she cleverly arranged a meeting with Bob to discuss ideas for the Christmas Banquet and Hospital social. She had timed it so that Graham would be done practice and finishing up in the shower by the time her meeting with Bob concluded.
“Well, I really like the idea of having the banquet on December 22nd, Denise. Close to Christmas, and out of the way of hockey practice. Did you book a hall?” Bob was looking over the sheet that Denise had sketched out her tentative plans. She pulled a small agenda from her purse, searching within it.
“Ahh…. Yes, I did. The Governor’s Hall. Slightly fancy, but entirely affordable. I wanted something tasteful that all the guys would be comfortable in.”
“You’ll find you can dress ‘em up, but can’t take ‘em out.”
Bob and Denise shared a laugh. Now that she was beginning to know some of the other players, she had a small idea of what Bob was referring to. Although the men on the team were fine, upstanding gentlemen, and great players on the ice, most were still kids at heart. She had no doubt that with the whole team together, mischief would ensue. She already had one of her own, out on the ice at that very moment.
“Were you able to arrange with the Hospital to have the boys in around December 15th?” Bob asked. Denise checked her planner.
“Yes. We’ve also worked out refreshments and gift packages for all the children who will be attending the social. It should be a wonderful afternoon.”
“You have no idea. You should see what some of the older guys on the team are planning for the younger members.” He said with a chuckle. This peaked Denise’s curiosity.
“What? What’s going to happen?” He gave her a knowing grin.
“Well, you’ll have to be there to find out.” He winked. Denise sat back in her chair, giving the twinkling-eyed mascot of the Bannen Warriors a skeptical look.
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Graham hardly had his front door unlocked before Denise was on him. Together, they stumbled into his front hallway, Graham kicking the door closed behind him. She jumped on him, wrapping her shapely legs around his waist. He grasped her bottom and held her close to him as he made his way farther into his small home.
They hardly made it past the first room.
Instead of heading straight to the bedroom, Graham made a detour and went to the living room, collapsing onto the couch, careful not to crush Denise. She was ripping off his shirt, buttons flying every which way, before discarding the shirt completely. Graham hardly paid it any mind – it had been a nice shirt, but seeing Denise grab hold of it and rip it from his body in a passionate frenzy was well worth the fabric being destroyed. He struggled with her shirt, having to make her pause while he lifted it up and over her head. Throwing it somewhere behind the couch, she was at his belt before he had turned his attention back to her.
Helping her with the buckle, she went to the button of his jeans and forced it open, zipping down his fly. The sound went straight to his cock. Slipping her hands under the band of his boxers, she slid both jeans and underwear down his legs, Graham kicking them off as they reached his feet. She pushed slightly on Graham’s chest, making him sit up and take his weight off of her.
She crawled off the couch and stood before the fully nude Graham, trailing her hands down her flat stomach and to the fastenings of her dress pants. His eyes followed her hands as she slid her pants off her muscular legs. Kicking them to the side, she unhooked her bra and let it fall to the floor. His eyes rose to stare appreciatively at her full breasts. They were very popular with Graham, and whenever he undressed her, his hands would immediately go to her chest, cupping and gently squeezing her soft globes.
Slipping a hand into her lacy panties, she lightly trailed her fingers within the moist flesh of her womanhood. Moaning quietly, she watched Graham’s face through her dark lashes. He was gripping the coach cushions on either side, exercising much restraint. Grinning to herself, she decided to put an end to her teasing. Pulling off her panties, she sashayed slowly towards him, and he leaned back against the back of the couch in anticipation.
Instead of crawling into his lap, as he expected, Denise sank down to her knees, in-between his legs. He hadn’t been expecting that. She had yet to appreciate him orally, and this seemed the best time out of any. She slid her hands up the insides of his thighs, Graham visibly swallowing. She watched his adam’s apple move with the action.
Running her fingertips lightly over the dark hairs at the base of his penis, she leaned down slightly and exhaled over the head of his cock. Parting her lips slightly, she took the weeping head into her mouth, running her tongue over the small slit.
Denise heard Graham inhale sharply, and that small sound spurred her on. Slowly, she engulfed his entire length, running her tongue down and over the protruding vein. Bobbing her head, she alternated between sucking and licking his cock, her hand stroking his length as she focused on the head. Reaching up with her other hand, she cupped his sac, heavy in her palm, gently squeezing his balls. Suckling on his cock greedily, she didn’t have a care for the crude slurping noises she was making.
Sparing a glance up towards Graham’s face, she was slightly shocked but equally pleased that he had his eyes screwed shut and was lightly sweating. His lips were slightly parted, breathing heavily and trying to keep control of himself. He was gripping the cushions so tightly beside him that his knuckles had begun to turn white.
Drawing his cock deep in her mouth, she lavished it with her tongue, sucking more forcefully than before. Graham’s hips bucked, and he made a sound suspiciously like a whimper of need. Denise hummed around his erection, Graham at long last losing the battle of concentration. Eyes opening wide, the muscles in his abs and thighs tightening, he let out a low cry as he spilled himself into Denise’s eager mouth. She drank up his essence, careful not to miss a drop, Graham watching wide-eyed as his seed shot into her mouth and coated her tongue.
When she had made sure to milk him of every last drop, she crawled up and straddled his hips. Grinning, she wiped the sweat from his brow. He looked at her, his clear blue eyes filled with astonishment.
“Who knew I had such a bawdy girlfriend?” He joked. Denise ran her hands along his stubbled cheeks.
“You liked it?”
“I loved it.”
He was hard in no time, Denise settling fully on his lap, arms gripping his shoulders. She rode him, hips moving up and down, side to side. Graham rested his hands lightly on her hips, kissing her breasts, teasing her nipples with his tongue. He hissed as his orgasm hit him, groaning as he spurt within her, shuddering. Denise sped up her tempo, quick to reach her climax as well. She moaned, breathlessly calling out Graham’s name as she came, her muscles constricting, relaxing, constricting, relaxing.
Resting her forehead against Graham’s, she tried to steady her breathing. Graham wrapped his arms fully around her, drawing her close. Tilting his head up slightly, he met her lips, kissing her deeply, running his fingers through her long, dark hair.
They didn’t need to say anything, just sat within one another’s embrace, savouring the moment.
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Eli sat with his notepad in front of him, tapping a pen against the paper in annoyance. They had taken notes about the Demon Dogs, they had analyzed where the Warriors would possibly be weak against them, and they had made a list of points to work on in practice to strengthen their play specifically against the Dogs. So why the hell wasn’t it making a difference?!
He was aggravated. The Dogs were their strongest opponent, and judging by their games in the past, he would say by a long-shot. The Dogs had mostly goons on the team – into cheap hits, heavy bordering, hell-bent on causing injury. The Coach would put the hitters on the ice, knock out the Warriors top scorers, and after the damage was done, they would put out their good players and they would clean the Bannen Warriors clocks. It was infuriating.
Eli recalled last year, when the Goon Dogs, (as the Warriors affectionately referred to them as) came on in the first period, and knocked Welding, Kelly, Michaels, and himself out of the game with injuries. Welding had come on in the second half of the third period, but by then the damage was done and the Dogs were winning 7-2. It was always horribly depressing. Although the Bannen Warriors boasted a strong team, with well built and tall men, the Dogs were almost a monstrosity in comparison. The average height for them seemed to be around 6’4 or 6’5, and Eli guessed that they had about 20 pounds more on each of them as compared to the Warriors.
If they wanted any sort of chance at being successful in the playoffs, they needed to figure out a way to beat the Dogs, and soon.
Calling his girlfriend, Eli informed her that he would be home soon, but needed to clear up a few things at ‘work’. What he really intended to do was get ahold of Coach Richards and go over some of his points. The Warriors needed to be successful, damn it! They were starting to turn into the laughing stock of the NHL, the underachievers. He did not want to be handed that poor title.
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A game against the Montreal Canadiens had come within the same week. Graham and Neil had gotten together, planning to get their ladies tickets. Amanda and Denise were delighted to be seated beside one another, as they had come to be even closer friends through lengthy phone conversations and occasional meetings.
Finding their seats within the crowded stands, Amanda and Denise sat, absorbing the energy in the rink from the fans. The game hadn’t started yet, but the rink was alive with cheers and waving pom-poms. Looking around, Denise spotted a few signs, she and Amanda having a laugh over them. Some read, “I love you Graham!” or, “Welding is my hero!” and, “Neil is a sexy beast!”.
“Can’t disagree with that.” Amanda said, giving Denise a grin. They talked among themselves, though sometimes they had to shout in order to be heard. Amanda told Denise a little of what Neil had talked with her about earlier. She explained that the Bannen Warriors number one goalie was a man named Francis Osler, but tonight they were going to play their back-up, Colin Burkins.
Graham had spoken a little bit about Colin and the relevance of this game. It would be Colin’s first in a long time, and it was a test to see how well he held up in the pressure zone. Before she had watched hockey, Denise thought that the goalie was a position that didn’t get a lot of action, that it was just standing around most of the time.
Since she had started watching the Bannen Warriors play, she was shocked at realizing what an active position goalie was. Hardly what she thought before. She was impressed with Osler’s athleticism, how well he saved the pucks. He was constantly moving around. She gathered from what Graham said that Colin was a much younger player than Osler, and lacked a lot of experience. She hoped, for Colin’s sake, that the game would go well and look good on the young goalie.
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The third period was drawing near the halfway mark, and both Amanda and Denise could not sit down and be quiet. They were jumping out of their seats, yelling and cheering on their team, constantly watching for when their respective boyfriends were on the ice. As always, Denise was mesmerized whenever Graham was out there. He always seemed like a completely different person when he was playing.
She was seeing the athlete, the leader. He often looked deep in concentration, strong and intimidating, playing his hardest. It turned Denise on to no end. She wished she could climb the boards, knock him down, and take him on the ice, in his gear. Imagining it made her hot and giggle at the same time. It was such a ridiculous but seductive image.
It was apparent that this game belonged to the Bannen Warriors. They were severely handing the Canadiens asses to them. When the horn finally let out a shrill yell, signaling the end of the game, the Bannen warriors had won 5-1.
Laughing with Amanda, they left their seats, moving to the foyer of the arena. Their boys would be awhile, so they were content to pass the time with chit-chat. After all, they preferred that their men showered. It was one thing to kiss and cuddle with a slightly sweaty man after love-making, but to do that with a sweaty man after he played an intense hockey game was a different matter.
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After showering and straightening out his locker, Colin was tapped on the shoulder by Coach Richards. The game could not have gone more perfectly. Although the Warriors had won by a fairly large margin, they would not have without Colin. There were many shots fired on his net that evening, and he had stopped all but one. Feeling proud, he accepted Coach Richards praise with a big smile. The rest of his teammates hit him on the back as they left the dressing room, all commending him on the game that he had played.
The pleased look Coach Richards had given him could only mean one thing – that he had reached above and beyond Coach’s expectations, and there was a high chance that he would be playing far more games in the future. That prospect excited him to the point where he was sure he was vibrating with happiness. Wait til he called his mom and told her!
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Hilary wasn’t sure that her plan would work, but she wasn’t going to give up until she had at least tried. Picking up the telephone, she dialed the phone number she had diligently looked up in the phonebook.
“Hello?”
In her sweetest voice possible, Hilary tried her best to ooze charm.
“Hello, Mr. Bob Timmins? My name is Hilary Goodwin…”
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A/N: Thanks for reading. More to come soon! Please review! Thanks :D
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