Page 79 of Slapshot Obsession
I open them again just in time to see Taryn catch a drop of cum that’s slipped out on the edge of her mouth with the tip of her finger.
Despite the mind blowing orgasm, my cock pulses with an aftershock of pleasure when she licks her finger clean.
“Come here, baby.”
She doesn’t make me ask twice. Taryn nestles into my open arms, her head resting in the crook of my neck. “If that doesn’t make me lucky,” I murmur, dragging the pad of my thumb over her bottom lip. “I don’t know what will.”
Her smile is sweet, her gaze a little hazy.
I can feel her heart beating fast next to mine, hernipples poking through the spandex of her crop top and the sports bra I know she has underneath. I bet if I snuck my hand into her panties, I’d find her soaking wet. “Are you sure you don’t want me to take care of you?”
“A deal is a deal. This was about you, remember? Win tonight’s game and then I’ll have my time. Now let’s take that nap.”
I drag the light comforter over our bodies, and we settle down with my arms around her and our legs tangled together.
My body is relaxed, and my heart is full. Sleep begins to make me drift away, but one last coherent thought comes to my mind. “You know, baby, if we win tonight, this will qualify as a lucky nap. You might have to come to my room before every home game.”
Taryn lets out a sleepy giggle. “That was the idea. If you win tonight, this is your new lucky routine. A lucky bj followed by a nap with your girlfriend.”
That night we obliterate Seattle. Mack scores two goals, and Colsen seals our opponents’ fate with one of the fastest slapshots I’ve ever seen in the third period. Nash has a great game too, providing two assists and helping me keep my goal impenetrable.
I might have lost my lucky pants, but spending the afternoon with Taryn is my new lucky charm. The plan to have her in my arms again tonight if we won might have been the incentive I needed to take my game to the next level and secure a shutout W.
I might never admit this, but deep down, I don’t miss my lucky pants. They might have helped us secure many victories, but boy, did they stink.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
HUNTED
TARYN
“Well done. You should get your results in two to four weeks.” My examiner says as I inform her that I’m done. “You can leave the premises now. If you drove here, don’t forget to get your parking validated by reception.”
I thank her and walk out of the exam center into the parking lot.
The Registered Nurse License exam took longer than I anticipated, but I’m confident I aced it. And I was lucky to be able to book a date with very short notice and to find a spot available in the neighboring town of Shell Cove rather than having to drive all the way to Bridgeport or to San Francisco.
It’s only seven p.m. and it should be still light outside, but the weather has taken a turn for the worse while I was taking the exam and the sky is covered by dark clouds.
It hasn’t started raining yet, but I can smell the telltale damp, earthy scent in the air.
The warm breeze of the early afternoon has picked up too, and a sudden gust of wind whips my hair over my face.
The air is charged with electricity, and I bet the night is gonna be stormy.
“I better drive back to camp before the storm hits,” I say to myself as I unlock my car. “You’re an old classic, but you aren’t the most reliable ride when the roads are wet.” I say to my old VW Beetle.
I haven’t told anyone about taking this exam, but I feel happy about my decision. There is more than one reason why I did it. First off, my spot on the team isn’t guaranteed. It’s true that I’ve been consistently ranked in the top two dancers since training camp started, but what happened before our last performance was a wake up call. Lexi was nice enough to give me the afternoon off to rest, and she was happy about how I danced before the game against Seattle. But what if I got injured? As dancers, we put our bodies through hell, and like every professional athlete, the risk of a career-ending injury is always looming over us. So it feels nice to have something to fall back onto if I couldn’t dance, and using my college degree feels right.
But the fear of a possible injury isn’t the only reason why I want to be licensed to work as a nurse in California.
Another reason is financial. We had a meeting with the team’s CFO to discuss the contracts the final thirty-two will be offered after the Cove Knights’ final game of the preseason. Once the reality show is over, we’ll get a mid five figure pay out for agreeing to appear in the show. But with that coming to an end, the team will pay us an hourly rate for rehearsals, performances, both home and away, and appearances scheduled by the team. It was explained that on average we can expect to earn a gross income of twenty-five to thirty-two thousand dollars per season. That excludes any sponsorships we might be asked to participatein and, in my case, the share of the royalties from the sales of my doll.
But California in general, and Star Cove in particular, are expensive places to live. So we were encouraged to get second jobs to make ends meet.
This didn’t come as a complete surprise. For a cheerleading team, especially in hockey, the pay is average. The reason why being a Shooting Star is such a huge dream is the spotlight it puts on us and all the opportunities that notoriety can bring. The reality show is a prime example.
The not so stellar pay, however, isn’t the only reason that made me decide to pursue my nursing career.
