2. Nikoli

My whole body burns with desire as Willow slides down me, her long red hair tickling my sides and chest, her tits dragging against my skin, her hard nipples like rocks pressing against either side of my dick. She tilts her head back, her green eyes glowing with mischief as they meet mine. I make the mistake of looking down between us. My cock jerks hard at the sight of it wedged between her large, firm breasts.

"Fuck me," I mutter, so close to completion that it"s not funny.

Willow opens her mouth and slides her tongue between her plump red lips. She wiggles between my legs and licks the length of my dick. I moan and throw my head back, my back arching, the warm suction of her mouth making me explode.

I hiss and grunt as I come all over my stomach and sheets. My hand continues to jerk me as I strain in pleasure.

Covered in my own cum, I lie panting on my bed. Willow has much to answer for. These dirty dreams must stop. Well, the pleasure of them is exhausting, but waking up in the middle of a hard release only to find myself alone with my hand jerking me off is disappointing.

Willow, one of my grandmother"s personal health aides, is what wet dreams are made of. She"s short and feisty with natural red hair that touches her ass. Her breasts make my mouth water. I spend too much time imagining ripping open the front of her white shirt and letting her tits spill into my hands or my waiting mouth.

The woman has no idea of the power she has over me. I look down at my naked body and pray for mercy with my dick saluting the gods. "Fuck," I mutter as I roll off the bed. I jump at the wetness I roll onto. I pull the sheets off the bed and leave them in a pile on the floor as I head for the shower. There"s no time for any more jerking, although if Willow were here with me, I doubt I"d be leaving anytime soon. I"m not sure Coach would appreciate that choice.

Five minutes later, after the fastest shower in history, I"m pulling on black running leggings and shorts. I pull on a long-sleeved t-shirt, slip my feet into my sneakers, and grab the bedding.

In the kitchen, I get the laundry going before looking for a large travel mug. Once in hand, I fill it to the brim with steaming coffee. I inhale the dark brew before taking a sip, sighing with pleasure as it slides down my throat. It hits the right spot. My phone buzzes with a message from Dario, letting me know he"s outside.

When I moved into this apartment, I didn"t realize it was just around the corner from where Dario Nelson lives. He"s a forward on the same team as me, a defenseman. It worked out well considering he is my ride to the arena. I"ve been without wheels for a short time now and I haven"t really missed them.

At the door I grab my stuff and lock up behind me. The apartment I live in is one of four in a large old house here in downtown Boston. It"s private and close to where my grandmother lives in an assisted living facility, Evergreen. She can no longer be on her own, nor is she safe in the kitchen. It"s a nice place with even nicer staff.

I throw my stuff in the back of Dario"s truck and slide into the passenger seat. Dario looks at me before he grunts and drives off. He drives past Evergreen and as usual my eyes search the outside for a glimpse of Willow. I don"t see her. As we turn left, Dario snorts and shakes his head. "Pussy," he mutters.

"She"s different."

"You"re still a pussy."

"Fuck you!" I mutter, concentrating on my coffee. The thing is, maybe I am putting off asking her out. I don"t usually have problems in that department. But from the beginning, I noticed that Willow is nervous around men. At first, I thought it was just me, but I soon found out it wasn"t. She has a past that I"m not sure I like. There is nothing I can do about it, but I don"t know how to talk to her or how to get her to trust me.

I usually prefer a night of fun and games without the mess of a relationship. Willow isn"t someone who would do that. She has commitment written all over her. It"s going to take someone special to break through the wall she"s built around herself. I rub my jaw and wonder if that someone is me.

"You know who the new girl is?"

I stare at Dario and wonder what the hell he"s talking about. "Who?"

"That"s what I"m asking you!" He looks at me. "The new girl starts today."

I shake my head. "I have no idea what you"re talking about."

"A new travel coordinator has joined the team."

"I didn"t know that." I pause and then look at him. "How did you know?"

"I overheard Ethan and Myles talking about it. They kept saying she or her."

"So, you want to know if she"s a babe, huh?" I grin and rub my jaw. "Sorry, I can"t help."

"I thought you knew everything that was going on," Dario grumbles.

"I was busy." I grin. "With a red-haired, green-eyed beauty with a body to die for."

"Instead of secretly pining for her, I don"t understand why you haven"t made your move. It"s not like you." He looks at me as soon as he"s parked and turned off the engine. "What"s going on?"

"She"s...delicate," I admit, climbing out of the truck. I grab my gear from the back and don"t engage him further. I don"t want to talk to him or anyone else about Willow. Lake knows about her but hasn"t asked what"s going on for a while. His new wife, Juniper, occasionally looks at me as if she"s about to ask, but I"ve gotten good at changing the subject. The amazing thing is that I haven"t touched another woman since I met Willow.

As we enter the building, Madden, a teammate, walks in behind Dario. I wave to the receptionist on my way through security. We pass the locker room and head straight for the ice. When Ethan comes into view, he has an attractive young woman beside him. It"s not his wife, Riley. Is it the new girl Dario was talking about?

I turn to my friend and find him scowling at her. I chuckle. "What"s your problem?"

"She looks like she should still be in school."

I snicker. "Then she looks as old as you then."

Dario gives me the finger.

I laugh. "Seriously, Dario, if you keep looking at her like that, you"ll scare her away."

"She"ll come to the games with us," he mutters.

Forcing my amusement away, I ask, "What"s going on with you?"

"Everyone will want to get into her pants."

"You mean you will, huh?" I can"t help myself and chuckle, a big smile on my lips. "No fraternizing between staff," I add. "You need to keep your dick in your pants." I move out of his way, still amused.

The woman is small and cute from what I can see. She has a pale complexion and long dark hair that is pinned atop her head with pieces floating around her face. I give Dario a sidelong glance to see what he"s doing—he"s staring at the woman.

At least he"s off the subject of Willow.