Find Me on the Ice: Hockey Romance (Nighthawks Book 2)

“How’d you sleep?” I ask Nikki as she stretches in bed.

“So gooood,” she groans. “You?”

“Best sleep I’ve ever had.” I smile at her from the end of the bed.

I woke up about an hour ago with her passed out next to me. Mouth open and drool everywhere. Still the cutest image I could ever wake up to. I went for a quick run on the treadmill to warm up my muscles for the day.

“Why are you all sweaty?” she asks and throws the covers off of her, clearly forgetting that she’s only wearing my shirt, which is now bunched at her waist.

My eyes instantly fly to her bare pussy on display. Her face reddens as she remembers. With bright red cheeks, she hops out of bed and walks to the bathroom.

“Is it okay if I use your shower?” she asks, still seemingly embarrassed.

“Of course,” I respond, and she shuts the door.

The water starts running, and I hear the shower start not a second later. There’s no way in hell that I’m missing out on this. Without second-guessing it, I storm to the bathroom and open the door, tearing my clothes off as I shut the door behind me.

“Cam?” she asks as the last of my clothes finds the floor.

I grab the curtain and gently pull it back. “Is it okay if I join?” I ask her as I step into the scalding hot water.

She laughs. “Well, since you’re already here, it would be rude of me to say no.”

I smirk. “It would be extremely rude.”

The water flows down her body, and I let myself take it in. The beads fall off of her breasts, and a stream runs down between her legs. Her hair is soaking wet, all pushed back. She is the sexiest and most beautiful woman I have ever seen.

“Don’t look at me like that,” she says as she takes my shampoo bottle and squirts some into her hands.

“Like what?” I tease.

“Like you’re thinking about last night,” she says as she massages the shampoo into her hair.

Placing my hand on my chest, I admit, “I’m not thinking about last night at all.”

She rinses her hair out and arches her back to get the top of her head, and I physically stop myself from reaching out to cup her perfect tits.

She ignores me for a moment before saying, “Then, what are you thinking about?”

Taking the conditioner bottle, I squeeze some out in my hand and signal for her to turn around.

She listens, and I rub the conditioner in my hands and then run it through her hair, giving her a little head massage while I do it.

“I was thinking about what you would look like while pressed against this shower wall.”

Gripping the sponge, she tries to turn around, but I catch her shoulders, stopping her. Sudsing the sponge up with body wash, I wash her back, rubbing the sponge in circles over her skin.

When I finish her back, I palm her asscheek in my hand and run the sponge over the other one. Releasing her cheek, I clean that one. I glide the sponge up her ass as I hook my fingers around her hip bone and pull her back into me. Her bare ass bounces against my dick. Gripping the sponge, I swipe it across her neck, down her shoulders, over her breasts and now-hardened nipples, and down her stomach.

I run my tongue down her wet neck and nip her shoulder. “Can’t forget to clean this.” Squeezing her hip, I rub the sponge between her legs. “That’s better, huh?”

She pulls out of my grasp and grabs the sponge from me, turning around to face me with parted lips and blown pupils.

“My turn,” is the only warning I get before she grips my already-hard erection.

She squeezes the sponge above it, letting the soap and bubbles soak my cock. She pumps me back and forth, ridiculously slow. As she continues that sweet torture, she cleans my shoulders, chest, and abs with the soapy sponge.

She mimics me and tells me to turn around as she says, “If this isn’t okay, please stop me.”

I consider it, not letting her touch my back. But if I’m ever going to let anyone, it’s going to be her. I want to share this with her. I want to share everything with her. No boundaries, no limits.

“It’s okay,” I assure her.

She places the sponge on the top of my spine and very slowly zigzags across my shoulder blades. My stomach flutters as she continues to clean my back. Letting her do this feels more intimate than anything we could ever do sexually. It feels like she’s washing my soul, cleansing the dark marks my dad left on me.

As she reaches the top of my ass, she leans in and presses a kiss against my back, which touches my fucking heart.

Facing her again, I cup her face in my hands and kiss her, parting her lips with my own and plunging my tongue into her mouth. Her tongue rocks against mine as her hands find my dick again.

Her lips leave mine, and I open my eyes to find a sight I wish I could revisit at will—her on her knees with her mouth open.

She flicks her tongue against my tip, and I rest my hands on the shower wall behind her, letting the water fall down my back from the rainfall showerhead.

“Fuck,” I groan as her tongue runs up my shaft.

Her eyes are locked on to mine as she takes my tip into her mouth and sucks. She grins right before taking half of it in her mouth, bouncing it off the back of her throat.

Then, as if a switch were flicked, she sucks me like she needs to survive. She takes as much as she can down her throat over and over.

“Fuck, baby. Just like that.” I grab her hair, wrapping it between my fingers. “You can take more than that.”

Pushing my hips forward, she does just that, taking my cock further down her throat until she gags. Pulling away and out of her mouth, I ease up, but she doesn’t. She grabs my dick and lifts it up while pumping, taking my balls in her mouth. She flicks her tongue against them and then sucks them deeper into her mouth.

“Fucking hell, Nikki. Yes, just like that. Come on, baby. You’re going to make me come,” I praise her.

As her blue eyes meet mine again, I lose it.

“Fuuuck,” I growl.

She feels me start to come and takes me back into her throat before running her tongue over my tip as I spill into her mouth. She swallows and releases me with the biggest, proudest smile on her lips.

“That was”—I throw my head back—“fucking amazing.”

She licks her bottom lip. “Good.”

“Come here,” I groan and grab her hips.

I lift her up and press her back against the shower wall, lining her pussy and my mouth up perfectly. “Hook your legs over my shoulders.”

She slides them over my shoulders and settles her heels against my back as I adjust my grip on her, shifting my hands to her ass.

“My turn.” I smirk and plunge my tongue into her sweet pussy.

I physically crave the taste of her, and I will never get enough of this. I widen my stance slightly, holding her weight on my shoulders and hands.

“Fuck, Cam,” she moans and places her hands on my head.

I pinch her clit between my tongue and my teeth before rubbing my tongue rapidly back and forth as she moans louder and louder.

“Cam. Cam. Fuck,” she whimpers.

God, my name is perfect on her lips.

My tongue continues to work her sensitive clit, and she moans more and more, faster and louder.

“Cam, I’m going to—oh fuck!” she shouts, slouching over into my hold on her.

I lick and lap at her pussy until I get every single drop from her.

She sits up and gazes down at me with a serene look on her face. “Can we do this position again sometime?”

I lower her back down to the floor. “Abso-lutely.”

She leans back and washes the conditioner out as I stare at her—at my girl. I’m obsessed with her—truly, undeniably obsessed.

The Nighthawks don pink-and-black-and-white jerseys tonight for our once-a-season charity game. A percentage of home-game tickets and merch sales are donated to charity, but tonight, every single dollar earned from tickets to concessions to merchandise will be donated to the National Breast Cancer Foundation. Including these bright pink game-worn jerseys that will be auctioned off online during the game and announced afterward.

“Costy,” Brett hollers at me, nodding to the benches.

Looking to see what he’s pointing at, I’m met with a stomach of butterflies and my pink-haired girl.

She and Chloe are sitting down in the seats I got for them—the same ones from last night. The same couple had these seats again tonight, and it was easy enough to convince them to give them up again because two seats with the same vantage point were available on the opposite side of the rink. Plus a few hundred dollars, and they seemed to love the idea of those seats even more.

The announcer starts in about sponsors and whatnot before announcing the visiting team, the Washington Wild. He moves to our starting lineup, starting with Kos. The arena cheers for him.

When the announcer shouts my name into the mic, I burst out onto the ice through the smoke and lights.

Punching my stick into the air, I skate up to Kos and join him in line. But not before sneaking a glance at Nikki.

She’s clapping with Chloe and shouting. And I notice she’s not wearing my hoodie. But she’s wearing a Nighthawks jersey. I spot the number nineteen on the sleeve.

My jersey, number nineteen, on my girl. Fucking hell, I think I’m in love.

The rest of the lineup is announced, and the first period is underway. We gain possession first, and Kos scores in the first play, firing up the arena. The Wild attempts to score on us, but MacArthur is a brick wall tonight, not letting a single puck through. The first period ends one to zero.

The momentum continues throughout the second period, earning us two more goals—both scored by me—and the Wild stays at zero.

The third period starts with my line on the bench. But in no time, our shift is up, and we are back on the ice.

Kos kicks the puck over to me, and I barrel down the boards toward their open goal when I’m blindsided and knocked into the wall.

I fall down onto the ice, and the whistle is blown. The crowd gasps when I don’t get up right away, but I need a second. My boys skate over to me and assess me.

I lift my glove up, and Kos helps me up. I shake it off and get my head back in the game.

Coach glances my way, looking for an answer to the unasked question, Are you in or out?

I nod and line up for the drop. Looking over to the penalty box, I finally see who hit me—Owen Knox, number twenty-two.

Finding the one person I need to check on, I look at Nikki, who looks horrified and worried. I nod to her, and she nods back with a sad smile. I’ll be okay. I just need to finish this game with a win and maybe an ice bath tomorrow.

Knox is fucked when he comes back in. He is getting lit the fuck up.

The next two minutes fly by, and Knox drops onto the ice, right into the action. A mistake on his part.

The second he has the puck in his stick, Jensen lays him out on the ice. Knox bounces back up and throws his gloves. The second mistake he makes.

I think I could take Knox in a fight, but you know who he can’t take in a fight? Jensen fucking Donnelley.

He’s our enforcer. The biggest and strongest motherfucker out of all of us. He isn’t picked for fights; he picks the fights.

Jensen smiles and drops his gloves, which the refs kick out of the way.

Knox swings, and Jensen ducks before landing a punch on Knox’s jaw. Knox grabs Jensen’s jersey, and Jensen does the same to him, locking them at arm’s length. But Jensen yanks him forward and punches him straight in the nose. He throws one, two, three more times, connecting each one, before Knox falls down, and the fight is called. If he wanted a fair fight, Knox should have picked it with me.

The game ends in a victory for the Nighthawks, beating the Wild five to zero—a blowout. We all hustle in and out of the locker room, excited to celebrate at End Zone. But I’m more excited to get to Nikki.

I find her in the lobby, waiting for me with Chloe. When she sees me, she takes off for me, weaving between everyone else.

She throws her arms around me and cheers, “You won!”

She pulls away, and I lean down and kiss her. “That we did. I think you’re my lucky charm. You have to be at all of my games now.”

“Sure, if I lived here, I think we could arrange that. But that would be a lot of days to close the shop, and we can’t afford to do that,” she sighs.

“I know. I’ll take what I can get,” I say as Chloe walks over to us. “Come on. Drinks are on me.”

“I love the sound of that,” Chloe says with a smile. “Bill is picking us up at twelve for our flight; otherwise, we are free.”

“Perfect,” I say and throw my arm around Nikki’s shoulders as we walk outside.

I only have two hours left with her, and then she’s gone again. My heart constricts at the thought.

The same thought won’t leave my head the entire ride to End Zone.

As we walk inside the packed bar, Nikki asks me, “Is everything okay?”

Grabbing her hand, I rub the back of hers with my thumb. “I’m going to miss you.”

She smiles, and her eyes crease at the corners. “I’m going to miss you too, Cameron.”

We all make our way inside and wade through the sea of people to the bar to order our drinks. Nikki orders her vodka cran, and Chloe orders a negroni. Since I drove tonight, I just order a water.

The bartender makes our drinks at record speed. We grab them and turn to walk to our table when a familiar face stands in front of me with a mean scowl.

Owen Knox, who’s backed by two of his teammates.

I lean down and whisper to Nikki, “Take Chloe to the table. I’ll be there in a minute.”

She then whispers to Chloe, who walks away without her. My brow furrows, and she simply shakes her head.

“Who is this beautiful lady, Costello? Care to introduce us?” Knox smirks.

I spot Kos and Brett standing up and making their way over to us.

“No, I don’t think I will,” I snap, and he smiles.

“Dirty play tonight, having Jensen fight for you,” Knox spits out.

Laughing, I tuck Nikki further behind me. “You’re the idiot who threw down your gloves with our biggest defender. Did you want to get your ass kicked or what?”

Kos and Brett emerge from the crowd and join me, tucking Nikki between them. I doubt the Wild players would go after her, but I’m not taking that chance, and I’m thankful they aren’t either.

“Say one more thing, Costello,” Knox snarls.

“Did you have something in mind? Or just anything in general?” I mock him.

And he swings. I catch his fist and throw his punch to the side. Something he doesn’t know about End Zone is that they have a zero-tolerance fighting policy. Another thing he doesn’t know is that we’ve become pretty good friends with the bouncers and staff here.

The bouncers, TJ and Jackson, are over to us in a heartbeat. They grab the Wild players and throw them out of the bar, quite literally.

Turning around, I check in with Nikki. “You okay?”

She nods and smiles. “I was ready.”

Chuckling, I ask, “What do you mean, you were ready? They weren’t going to get near you.”

She lifts her hand out of her purse and shows me the can of pepper spray she is death-gripping and quickly stows it away again.

I laugh and grab her free hand. “Come on, killer. It’s almost time for you to leave.”

We find our seat at the table. She sits in the same seat she did the night before—my lap. But this time, she behaves and doesn’t wiggle a thousand times.

She and Chloe each finish their drink, opting out of a second one, and by the time Kos and Laura are done talking about Jack’s increasingly impressive hockey skills, it’s time for them to leave.

Chloe’s phone lights up on the table.

“It’s Bill. He’s outside,” she mumbles to Nikki.

“Come on. I’ll walk you out.” I kiss the back of her head.

Hand in hand, we walk with heavy steps to the door. A man in a black car waves at them, and Chloe waves back. That must be Bill.

They push the door open, and I follow them out, feeling my stomach twist. Chloe gets in the backseat and leaves the door open for Nikki.

She spins and looks up at me. “Can you visit soon?”

Nodding, I tell her, “We have a couple of off days coming up. I will then, but after that, it’s pretty strict for the next couple of months.”

She sighs, “Okay. I—” She pauses, stopping herself. “I am going to miss you.”

I lean down and kiss her forehead, breathing in the sweet smell of Nikki. “I’m going to miss you too, Little Dove.”

Pulling my phone out, I open my camera. “Come here.”

I hold my phone out to take a selfie. She looks scared in the image, but then suddenly, she seems normal and is smiling for the photo. I press the button and snap it. Quickly, I send it to her so she has it to look back on, too, during our time apart.

Her phone beeps, and she pulls it out, staring at the screen with the biggest smile on her face. “It’s perfect.”

“All right, I’ll see you soon, baby,” I say before grabbing her face and pulling her in for a gentle, long kiss.