Wild About You: A Second Chance Sports Romance (Wildcat Hockey Book 2)

We’re on our second stop of the three-game road trip. I’m sharing a room with fellow rookie Johnny Maverick. He’s in the shower and I’m scrolling through Piper’s and my most recent texts when a new one pops up.

Good luck tonight. X

Instead of replying via text, I hit call.

“Hey,” she answers hesitantly. “I figured you’d be getting ready for the game.”

“We don’t leave for the arena for another hour. Most of the guys are napping.”

“Still hate naps, huh?” she asks.

“I always feel worse when I wake up.”

“You’re doing it all wrong.”

I crook a hand behind my head. “Well, feel free to come show me.”

“That sounds pretty great right now. I’m cleaning out my closet. Someone bought me a bunch of dresses and they’re making my old stuff look sad.”

I chuckle as I picture her face and the haughty smirk she’d be giving me if I were there. “I miss you.”

“I miss you too.”

“What’s Everly up to? I texted her this morning, but she hasn’t replied.”

“I dropped her off at the school this morning. They have extra practices on Saturdays from now until the show.”

“Ah.” I close my eyes. “So, you’re home all alone?”

“Mm-hmmmm.” She draws out the word.

“What are you wearing?”

“Uh…”

I smile at her reluctance to answer. “You’re in sweatpants and your hair is in one of those messy bun things on top of your head, right? I can almost picture you.”

“If you think I spend my alone time not showering and wearing comfy clothes, you’re absolutely correct, but you’re wrong on the wardrobe. I have on a pair of your boxers and the T-shirt you were wearing the day before you left.”

“This I have to see.” I hit the video button and a second later her face fills the screen. Brown hair is on top of her head as I predicted, and she moves the phone to show me she’s wearing one of my old hockey T-shirts.

“That has to be ripe, baby. I worked out in that.”

“I don’t care. I like smelling you.” She lifts the collar to her nose.

“Well, it’s fine by me. You wear that out of the house, and no one is coming near you.”

“You want people to avoid me?”

“Something like that.”

“Haven’t we already established I’m all yours.”

A memory flashes from the night before I left—Piper screaming my name as I devoured her sweet pussy. Maverick comes out of the shower, singing loudly and bopping his head.

“Sorry,” he whispers when he sees I’m on the phone.

“You’re fine.” I stand. “Are you done in there?”

“All yours. I’m gonna call the wifey.”

I head into the steamy bathroom and start the shower. I pull my shirt over my head and Piper’s gaze falls to my chest.

“If you’re about to kick me off the phone, you should have hung up before taking off your shirt.”

I push my pants and boxers down. “I’m not kicking you off the phone.”

“Oh.” Her eyes widen and then she understands. “Oooh.”

“Lift your shirt up, baby.”

She complies, raising it so her tits are bared to me. I stroke myself and set the phone on the counter. “Fuck, I miss you.”

I went years without having her, but now two days feels like an eternity.

She sits on her bed, holding her phone so I can watch as she trails her fingers over one boob and then the other. The bracelet, the one I wore for years, hangs from her wrist and glides over her skin as her hand moves south and disappears into the waistband.

“Is my pretty pussy wet?”

She nods and flips the camera so I can watch as she pushes the boxers down to her ankles and circles her clit.Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

“You’re so damn beautiful.”

“I would give anything to have your hands on me instead,” she says.

“Me too. Close your eyes and increase the pressure, imagine it’s me.”

Her hips rise and she picks up the pace. My dick pulses in my hand, but I force myself to go slow until she’s closer.

“So beautiful and you feel so good.” The words come out in a low growl. Ah fuck, I’m never gonna last.

“Turn over, Piper.”

She does and switches the camera so I can see her face again. “Ride your hand, baby. Pretend it’s me.”

Her tits smash into the comforter, and her ass lifts and falls as she moves her hips against her fingers.

She moans and her lashes drop closed as she gets closer.

“When I get back, we aren’t going to leave my bed for days.”

Her moans get louder.

“You want that, baby? You want to ride my dick until you’re so sore you can’t walk?”

She cries out and I finally move my hand, squeezing myself as hard as her pussy would be if I were really inside her.

“Yes. Yes.” Her orgasm hits and her body stills, then she whimpers as she rolls her hips slower.

“Ah.” I grit my teeth as I come all over my hand and stomach.

She meets my gaze in the camera and then her eyes flutter closed, and a happy smile pulls her lips wide. “Wow. Why weren’t we doing that when we were doing long-distance the last time?”

“No fucking clue.” I turn on the shower and readjust the phone closer so I can still see and hear her while I get under the hot spray. “What’s your plan for the rest of the afternoon?”

“Nap, of course.” She curls up on her side. “What do you do before away games?”

“Mav and I usually hang in our room. We’re working our way through Keanu Reeves’ old flicks.”

We keep chatting while I shower. Piper stays curled up on the bed and I lather my entire body, including hair, with the hotel soap, which she makes fun of me for.

“It all works the same,” I insist, not for the first time, as I turn off the shower. “And at least I’m wearing clean clothes.”

She laughs and then yawns.

Maverick is on his bed, holding his phone out in front of him just like I am, and I catch his wife Dakota’s voice.

“Hey, Kota,” I say to her as I grab a pair of clean sweatpants from my bag.

“Hey, Tyler.”

Maverick hits play on the movie. Today’s pick is The Replacements.

“Do you need to go for Keanu?” Piper asks.

“Nah, Mav stays on the phone the whole time we watch, but if you want to nap, that’s cool.”

“I can talk a little longer.” She sits up. “Actually, a movie sounds good.”

I fall onto my bed, and Piper goes downstairs in the theater room and puts it on. I can hear the opening music just a few minutes behind us.

And that’s how I spend the next forty minutes before my alarm goes off.

“Good luck at the game,” she says.

I pull on a T-shirt and my shoes, then shoulder my bag. “You can finally nap.”

“Are you kidding? I’m too invested in this movie. Keanu was hot.” She smiles. “Plus, I have to get Everly soon.”

“Bye, baby. I—” The words I love you almost tumble out, but I catch them in time to recover. “I’ll talk to you later.”

On the bus to the arena, I listen to music and get my head ready for the game. I’ve been playing fantastic, and I’d like to keep it that way. As we pull in and the bus comes to a slow stop, my phone vibrates with a text from Piper.

I’m concerned at first by the paragraph staring back at me, but when I start reading, I’m hit with nostalgia and happiness, and all the adrenaline I need to get me through the game.

She sent me a pep talk. Just like the old days. Except better, because it’s now and I’m not screwing it up this time.