Power Play - A Fake Dating Ice Hockey Romance

Episode 4

Alex

Okay, so that was just so not cool, pinching her ass like that but f**k me, it’s like a juicy peach I could have bitten into it and that would have been a whole lot worse. See, even I can show some restraint. It’s difficult, because I’m telling you, this woman is a knockout. She’s definitely a ten out of ten, but her attitude could do with some attention. I am in awe of her body and the radiance of her face with those amazing eyes that are almost feline. I’ve never seen such a beautiful woman and trust me I have seen my fair share of women from actresses, singers and cheerleaders.

Her haughtiness, however, does kind of attract me. I bet she’s a firecracker in bed. I imagine what those red, pouting lips would feel like around my d**k. Whoa, too much. Down boy. I need to not think of that right now. She’s only a few feet from me. But damn it, that isn’t so easy when my c**k has a mind of its own. I’m not usually this taken with any woman. Sure I like them and they do it for me, but to be this turned on by just the look of her, wow it’s a new one on me. I cough.

“Are you checking out my ass?” I say as I give her my famous, panty dropping grin. It’s kind of sexy the way she blushes, and adorable too. She has a few strands of hair on her face that I want to reach out and tuck behind her ear. What the hell am I thinking?

Seriously, I’m kind of mesmerized by her with curves in all the right places, a butt that needs a good spanking. s**t, there I go. I’m doing it again and I just vowed not to. Her long brown hair hangs down her back straight as anything and reaches the top of her buttocks. I’m trying very hard to not think of myself fisting all that hair and pulling her onto my d**k. s**t. I’ve got myself into trouble thinking these wild thoughts as my d**k starts to harden. I hope she doesn’t move her eyes below my belt.

“This is Honey-Belle,” she says, pointing to her Chihuahua. “You can call her Belle or Honey, whichever you prefer.” Her voice is so damn haughty, it’s quite the turn on and that southern twang, I am loving it. I wonder what it’d be like hearing her screaming my name with my c**k pumping inside her.

“Can I now? Well, thanks very much. Only nobody said anything about a dog being in my house.” I fold my arms in front of my chest. Her eyes narrow.

“Why are you allergic to dogs?”

“Not really, just it would have been nice to know or be asked. It is my house.” She raises her eyebrows. “I mean, you can treat it like it’s yours for the six months you’re staying for. I guess.”

“That’s mighty generous of you, thanks,” she says nonplussed and with a deadpan expression. Okay, we’re not getting off on the right foot. This is a bit awkward for both of us.

“Is that thing house trained?”

“She is not a thing, Stone. She is a Chihuahua, they are highly intelligent. And yes, of course she’s f*****g house trained. Although right now, I’d like her to piss on your foot.”

Oh, wow. That’s charming, right? I shift from one foot to the other. “Nice.” I say.

“Are you going to show me to my room? Only, I’m tired and I want a shower. I see you have a deck and garden. Is it secure?”

“Of course it’s secure. It has to be. I don’t want any weirdos getting into my yard. You’d be surprised what kind of nut jobs are out there.”

“Probably quite a few who’d like to punch you in the face for the way you are carrying on, with your antics on the ice right now.” Another stinger. I wonder if she f***s dirty like her dirty mouth.

“You are punching below the belt. Those fights have been fair and square. I’m not having my teammates goaded and pushed around on the ice for no reason. All’s fair on the ice, Lane,” I shoot back. She raises her eyebrows. Again.”We are brothers and look out for one another, they’d do the same for me.”

“If you say so, Stone. Which is my room? I need to let Belle out and then take a shower.” She steps towards the back of the property, it’s all glass right across the width of it and leads out to a wide deck with some steps that run down to a garden area that is secluded. On the left is my hot tub with jets that is state of the art and I love to sit out in it at night when I’m back home, listen to some classical music and look at the stars or just close my eyes.

Now, however, I’m thinking how good Madison Lane would look sitting in my hot tub with nothing on except a white string bikini. Good God, what is with me today?

“You want her to piss in my garden? Are you f*****g insane? I don’t do dog piss in the garden.” She is now glaring at me; I’m surprised I haven’t got daggers going through my top.

“What do you expect me to do with her? Let her pee on the floor?”

“f**k no way. Take her out for a walk like everyone else.”

“I’m not walking her six times a day; she’ll get bow legged.”

“I don’t care,” I spit back, watching as Belle starts to wriggle in Madison’s arms. Madison bends her head down and kisses the top of the tiny dog’s head. It’s kind of cute.I know I’m being a s**t and that it isn't the poor dog’s fault. And why exactly am I wondering what it would be like for her to kiss me again?

I relent. “Fine. Go find her a spot she can pee in outside. Somewhere out of the way, maybe by the tree line.” f*****g woman, she’s been here less than twenty minutes and already driving me insane with her attitude and her endless legs and cute ass. I’m not going to lie I am having some wild thoughts, wondering what it’d be like to bend her over my sofa, spread her legs and slide my c**k inside her.

“Thank you,” she says snippily. “C’mon Belle, honey pot. Let’s get you outside.”

I watch as the dog’s tiny tail wags like it’s about to drop off and how Madison cradles her to her chest like a damn baby. It’s sort of adorable. I mean, I love all animals. My folks have three cats and a labrador. Doesn’t mean that I am happy to have one in the house right now though.

The reason I don’t get one myself is purely because I’m hardly at home. We tour a lot for our games, and it just wouldn’t be fair. Although, Apple, my kid sister, did say she’d come over and house sit for me if I changed my mind. I’d like to be here for my dog though, so I’ll wait until I retire or something. Which isn’t any time soon, I’d like to play in the NHL for at least another six or seven years. Or when we win the Stanley Cup, that is my end goal.

Madison steps back inside her little dog trotting in front of her. Honey-Belle comes to my bare feet and sniffs. I bend down and give her a stroke on her delicate head. “Hey girl.” She sniffs my fingers and looks at me with her head c****d like she is assessing me. I must have passed because she nuzzles my fingers and gives me a lick. Adorable. At least her dog is cute and isn’t sniping at me.

“See, you’re best buddies already.” Madison says with a smile on her face. The first smile I’ve seen her wearing since she stepped foot inside my house. Only I can’t exactly tell if it is real or fake.

“Yeah, maybe.” Personally, I think it’s going to be a long six months if we’re going to carry on being so against each other. She’s only smiling because I’m being nice to her dog. f**k this woman is unreal.

Madison Lane sure is hot. H.O.T. Can I restrain from touching her again? She’s so close to me right now as my body leans towards her and I can almost feel her breath on my lips. Some weird s**t is happening to me right now. I can’t stop my upper body moving forward as I inch closer to her. I can smell her expensive fragrance, it’s heady but not too overpowering. She’s like a hypnotic drug luring me to her.

She screeches, it almost deafens me. “What the hell are you doing?”