Chapter 393: Dru VIII—Try Twenty Seven…
The look on Michele’s face had been unmistakable and Drury had almost been consumed with rage last night, seeing her come out of the coat closet, with her family’s winter garb, but her cheeks red, her lips crimson, and that general smug look of having caught something tasty in her eye. Soon after, Dan Hinote came out of the closet, and he looked like a man lost, almost deranged, almost overcome with sorrow and self pity. Chris knew instantly something had transpired in that closet, that had put Michele squarely on the winner’s list, and Dan Hinote was slaughtered lamb.
What the hell did she want with Danny? It just egged at Drury and he couldn’t shake it from his brain. Dan had about as much personality as a choir boy, and to his knowledge, Michele couldn’t stand guys like that. She liked charisma, style, rough stuff, anything but vanilla pudding, which described at best the persona of Hinote. Christ, if the woman was that bored, Drury didn’t know why she just hadn’t called him up. What was wrong with him?
True, he did have Rory to think about and really he liked her a lot, and maybe Michele didn’t want to mess with him now that he had a girlfriend. Somehow, Chris thought, that didn’t seem to fit very well. Michele struck him as the type that would find him more fascinating exactly because he had a girlfriend.
Chris was glad Rory was too drunk to do much when they got home; she just fell asleep on the couch, snoring and dangling various limbs everywhere. He picked her up and put her in bed before crawling in himself, and as he went to sleep his mind kept rolling over and over the thought of Hinote and Michele together.
In the locker room the next day, before the team skate, Chris noticed Dan sprawled on a bench, his hands clasped over his stomach. His mouth turned down at the corners, not so much a bothered frown but a pensive grimace. Chris wondered if he remembered anything from last night. As far as he could tell, Dan hadn’t really been all that drunk, just a little tipsy. So that being the case, did he feel guilty, or impatient or excited? Heh, Chris thought about it, there had never been a moment when he felt guilty.
Which brought him back to that first irritation, God how he missed her. He just wanted one quick fuck with Michele, just one, a good one and he could get it out of his system. But no, Mr. Marsha Brady Danny Boy was going to get one, and maybe he didn’t even know it yet. Yeah, Chris could feel it all over; he needed a good dose of that woman’s nails on his shoulders, or her teeth, her gasps, her slaps.
“Hey Scott,” Alex Tanguay said brightly, greeting Scott Parker who had just entered the locker room. Drury waved at him.
Parker
smiled as if touched by a
Drury wrinkled his nose. “Hey Parks, you get a massage already?” He could smell that sweet oil that Katrina used for rubdowns, which to Chris, would explain everything. Who didn’t feel like a sappy tub of goo after a good massage?
Parker half grinned, “Eh something like that, yeah, a good massage, a real good one.”
He couldn’t have laid Katrina could he? Did Drury even want to ask?
Before anyone could ask a thing, however, Joe Sakic and Patrick Roy both came into the locker room. Patty seemed to be in a pleasant mood, he looked sheared and had a goofy grin on his face, the one that made Drury want to stand up and whop him over his crazy goalie head. Joe, on the other hand, looked as if he stood under a shadow and could never feel happy again. He looked straight at Parker and pointed. “Wipe that grin off your face, right now!”
Parker’s grin widened.
“Uh oh, what happened?” Coach Hartley said crossing his arms and blinking as if trying to understand how he could be beset with such numbskulls. Ah yes, Drury loved bothering the coach to get that expression out of him.
“I saw the Captain’s wife nekkid!” Scott grinned, gloating and beaming.
“Woah!” Drury found himself exclaimed along with the rest of the locker room. “Say that again?” How the hell did Parker weasel himself between Debbie’s thighs? Now that irritated Drury to no end. What would Debbie see in a Neanderthal like him?
“Yeah you big shit what you have to say for yourself!” Joe snarled, and Drury could tell the Captain was mad just on the word shit alone. He pointed his finger and his eyes sparked with the rages of eternal Hades. Damn, now we’re gonna have to trade for another enforcer, Drury thought.
Parker crossed his tattooed arms and tilted his chin up. “You’ve got one piece of prime meat there, Cap’n I salute you! Her body is exquisite, and smooth and soft and tasty, damn Cap’n, you’re one lucky man. I could only hope for a piece like that someday, I can only hope!”
“Meat?” Joe squeaked, blanching, “MEAT? Prime MEAT? Debbie?”
“Parker are you joking?” Hartley gasped holding up his clipboard as if it were a shield.
“Nah, I ain’t,” Parker said.
“He sure isn’t,” Patrick Roy grinned and Drury sensed something a bit funny, because why would Patty be grinning like that in front of Joe when he’d just had news his wife had been boned by the team enforcer?
“He…. He…” Joe’s voice faltered and he scowled. “He gave my wife a massage!”
Cue the mock horrified gasps, and Chris almost burst into laughter, but he didn’t, just in case they thought about throwing in an extra player whilst trading for a new enforcer. Still, the rest of the room swallowed laughs and paled, everyone blinking and wanting to know exactly what had just transpired. “Uh, Parker, uh why did you give Mrs. Sakic a massage?” Drury asked because if no one else was gonna ask it, he sure as hell had to know.
Parker nodded. “Deb got into a fight with Katrina or something and she left her behind with all the oils and stuff and Katrina, heh, you know she taught me everything I know about massage, she recommended my services to Debbie. Mmm mmm mm and she’s so worth it, hell if I get traded cause of this it’s still worth it, I didn’t even bone her, but I got to touch that gorgeous body, ah damn Captain, I salute you. But hell, I saw all of it, down to her cute teeny tiny little tasty toes, heh I cracked em with my teeth! It’s the closest I got to her captain I couldn’t resist.” Parker then looked at Joe, “I don’t know why you don’t want to pleasure her, she’s a tiny woman, it wouldn’t be that hard.”
“I touch her!” Joe said defensively before realizing what Parker had just said and looking like a man in full blown panic, “She told you that? You talked to her about our sex life! And gross you had her toes in your mouth???”
Chris coughed and made a fist, covering his mouth with it, or else he’d be on the floor laughing. Tears filled his eyes and he could see that even Coach Hartley had a small grin on his face. So this was one of those anything can happen days was it?
“We talked about lots of things,” Parker said with a serious nod, “And amongst them, you guyses sex life. Joe she’s a real unfulfilled woman. And if you’re afraid of her toes I can see why. C’mon captain, live a little, she’s a woman they have cute, clean little feet. They don’t have gross feet like us guys.”
“She is NOT unfulfilled!” Joe exclaimed, turning red. “I’ve been getting her all over the house any chance we can get! What more does she want? She’s not a concubine for God’s sake!”
Parker grinned. “Hey, she told me all about that Captain, and kudos for you right? But hey, you know how chicks are, it’s quality, not quantity she’s asking for, she’d trade in four quickies for a nice long pleasurefuck any day.”
“Wha…” Joe’s mouth hung open a little, he looked so helpless.
“Yeah,” Parker continued, now that no one in the room seemed able to talk. “Most of the time you finish and drop her before she’s even had a chance to warm up properly so as she puts it, she ends up with messy hair smelling kinda funny.”
“Oh EWWWWWW!” Alex Tanguay gasped.
“Gah!” Joe wheezed. “Really?” He wrung his hands together and now looked so helpless and thirsty for an answer Drury felt bad for his captain. Poor guy! “What do I do, Scott?”
“Right,” Parker said and he stood up and took the clipboard from Hartley’s hand and his pen and flipped the paper on it over to a blank side. “To start out with, a woman has about seven erogenous zones…” he said, putting one arm over his captain’s shoulders and leading him out of the locker room probably to better discuss this situation in private.
As soon as they were gone, Patrick chuckled and wiped a tear. “Only seven? Has he never been with a French woman? As far as I know there are thirteen basic ones.”
Drury twisted his mouth and thought about that one as the rest of the locker room laughed and jeered with Patty. He thought about his mouth and hands all over Michele’s body and how if he were lucky, on some days every single part touched on her would just throw her into trembling, sweating fits of ecstasy. Some days, he just couldn’t keep up with her, he thought of being drained and dehydrated and that woman still wanted more. He thought about it, breasts, thighs, ass, neck… “Try twenty seven,” Drury said a little more loudly than he wanted to.
Patrick’s grin was slow and with narrowed eyes, “And you’ve had experience?”
Drury looked Patrick straight in the eye, not caring what Patrick did or didn’t know, “Hey you know it Patty, some women are just insatiable.”
Patrick winked. “Or just passionate yes?”
“Sure, just passionate,” Drury replied. “That’s a better way of putting it.”