Astor dropped to his knees on the ice, pushing his stick in front of him as he gripped it, spreading his thighs as he flexed his hips down.
The new PT guy they had used a new stretch followed by a foam roll that had his hips feeling so good lately. He pushed down again, stretching his hips as his thighs spread further and he thrust his hips towards the ice.
Couldn’t cramp up during the game.
He kicked out a leg, stretching his left and than his right. Front and back and then side to side before squatting down and bouncing up and down with his hips.
Especially when Elise had finally agreed to come to one of his games.
They had been dating and were exclusive for nearly four months and she had been adamant about how his games were for him. She didn’t want to distract him or mess up any mojo. Something he blamed on her father being a degenerate gambler who had mortgaged their house twice before the Patriots became a dynasty and his gambling addiction became a profitable hobby and not a frowned upon bad habit.
But he had gotten her to agree to come to a game, promising that she could leave if they were losing and meet him at home. Promising he wouldn’t be in a bad mood if they lost. Promising he didn’t believe in superstition.
The jock strap he had worn since high school knew he was a bastard liar but his girlfriend didn’t need to know that.
His eyes lifted up, his eyes scanning as he looked for her in the crowd and then his eyes froze as he saw a sign.
Damn Daddy. What those hips do?
And there was his girlfriend, in the beanie she had stolen from him, a denim jacket bundled over a sweatshirt, and a shit eating grin on her face as he shook his head at her.
Pushing up he, swiveled his body before skating for a puck and taking a lazy shot at the net before skating around it and checking the boards in front of her. Stopping as he looked over his shoulder and saw the way she was smiling at him.
God, she was too pretty to be here. He suddenly regretted inviting her and letting all these fuckers see her.
I skated away, watching her as she sipped her beer, eyes on me before one of the ushers guided her towards her seats and I headed towards the tunnel to prep for my game and to overthink the fact I was madly in love with this girl and hadn't told her yet.
After the quickest shower in history and playing easily one of my best hockey games of my life, I was rushing towards the friends and family room to get Elise. She hadn’t sat with the wives and girlfriends, didn’t want to go in the room where little kids waited for dads with wives and long term girlfriends. Even though I was serious about her I wanted her to be comfortable.
Throwing the door open I saw her playing with the strap of her purse, nervous before she visibly relaxed seeing me.
My arms wrapped around her, lifting her off her feet as she laughed, soft enough that only I could hear her before I was covering her mouth with mine, kissing her until she could taste the desperation on my lips.
“Did you like my sign?” She teased as I held her hand, guiding her towards my car.
I sent her a look, her laughter loud as she curled up beside me, letting me wrap up her body with my arms.
“How did you even know about the stretches?” Her eyebrow raised at my question.
“Astor, why do you think I like watching at home? WIth all my battery operated boyfriends?” My cheeks flushed. This fucking girl.
Her mouth was hot on my ear as I helped her in the car, “What these hips do?”
"Why don't you crawl in the backseat and I'll show you."
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