Chapter 330: Foppa XXI—Home Again
Not one of the guys scored with any of those girls keys. And even Alex, who could have had his actress, turned her down. So nothing came of, as Peter laughed to hear Keaner put it, that buffet of girls. Overall, that hadn’t surprised Peter very much, most everyone in the locker room who had been involved in that brawl, had bruising showing somewhere on their faces and necks, they were far from a presentable group of guys.
Peter hadn’t been there to witness the actual fight, so he looked as good as ever.
“Damn Pete,” Keaner grinned during the flight home. “Why didn’t you take a key? You would have had a delicious little girl easy, Pretty Boy.”
“No I didn’t need one,” Peter replied. “I needed sleep.”
Keaner crossed his arms. “And what action have you even seen on this roadtrip?”
Peter raised his eyebrows. “Well… I’ve been getting sleep.”
Mike rolled
his eyes. “And with
Peter looked laughed. “He is pretty dull, you ever room with him Keanes? All he does is read books or watch television. He never says that much.” Peter thought about Modano. Sometimes he liked to talk, usually about hockey, or mundane things, never about things too personal. He had soft brown eyes that reminded him of a calf’s, large blinking, almost innocent. Nothing much to Modano, at least he wasn’t unpleasant.
“Naw I never roomed with him.” Keane replied. “But I know him well enough. I know him real good.” The grin on his face seemed wider than usual.
Forsberg lifted an eyebrow. “You know something you’re not telling me?”
“Oh I know lots of things,” Mike said. “And I tell everyone… if I feel like it.”
Peter rolled his eyes. “Stop trying to spook me Keaner, I’m not a rookie.”
Mike laughed. “Ah,” he sighed, he leaned back into the seat and rested his hands behind his head. “So she’s worth it aye? A brand new Pete for a spicy new girl?”
“Oh she’s not a girl, Mike,” Peter said solemnly, thinking of Josefina, “She’s a woman. A real woman. Actually… actually I think she might be somewhat older than I am, I’m not too sure.”
“Well that’s a first for you,” Mike said. “A woman of the world. What are you planning then? Commitment?”
Peter swallowed. “We haven’t talked about anything.”
“If you don’t need to discuss it, babe, that’s when it’s real.”
“You think?” Peter peered into Mike’s china blue eyes. A disgusting man really on some levels, completely irritating and fun on others, but what really stood out about him, was the knowledge he carried. Mike could be counted on for almost anything when it concerned actual situations in life, relationships and things; Peter just wasn’t sure where Keaner could have accumulated all of that in his satyr-like brain.
“Yeah, you’ve got it real.”
Peter rolled his eyes. “Mike you make no sense.”
“That’s why I’m fun.”
Peter thought about all of those pretty women, all of those keys. He knew he could have easily had one, two or shit, three of them. This time last year, he would have and bragged about it to the locker room. Even two months ago he had shared that prostitute with Drury without hesitation, and now he couldn’t even think of it. It embarrassed him.
Commitment, which could be the word for it, Peter didn’t want to put a label on something good. If this was it how long would it last? He didn’t want to look far into the future, plan things that might never happen. What if Jo did become tired of him, what if for some reason his feelings changed, and his stomach hurt to think of it. Thinking about the word caused thinking about the future, and “what ifs” hurt badly. The furthest he wanted to think into the future right now was finding out where to go for New Years Eve.
“Let’s have a look at those nails, Sweetie,” Keaner said gruffly, and Peter let him take his hand, and inspect it. “Heh, yeah, she’s gonna like that, girls always love a clean, manicured man. They love those hands.”
Peter thought about Jo’s dark eyes and red lips. He closed his eyes and sighed.
Joe had a pretty damn good reason for staying faithful to Debbie on roadtrips, Peter decided as he lay on his bad, watching Josefina’s perfect body astride him, moaning, gasping. Staying celibate with someone waiting for you, denying until you reached her, he had been fit to burst the moment he touched her. The urgency had been as sharp and fresh as the day they first met.
He had to laugh in pleasure, all this time he had thought Sakic a prude, a boring and well meaning teammate. This was what Joe came home to? Why hadn’t Peter learned about this sooner! He could feel his bond with her strengthening, being reaffirmed, emptying into her. Starving for pleasure, savoring the moment, he caressed her cheek, ran his thumb over her lips and without warning she snipped with her white teeth and caught it. Peter gasped as she held onto his thumb, and her teeth pressed harder into his flesh.
Peter opened his mouth, pain, “Ow,” he murmured, “Honey…”
Jo lifted her lips and giggled through her teeth, a low, throaty giggle but she didn’t let him go. Instead she bit harder. Peter closed his eyes, shot through with a pain, he tilted his head back and the adrenaline mixed with the pleasure still swirling and he lost himself completely with the best climax he ever had.
“Oh God!” he gasped. “God what got into you?”
“I don’t know,” Jo said lightly, she covered his body with a blanket as she moved off him and he could hear her gulping down water.
Peter sat up and he wrapped the used condom in a tissue throwing it away in the bathroom. He splashed water on his face and as he dried it, he tossed the towel on the floor and looked at his thumb. No blood, no bruising, just sore softness. He put it in his mouth and then blew on it. “What did you become a cannibal when I was gone honey?”
“You came didn’t you?” Jo replied heartlessly.
Peter laughed. “Yeah at what expense, my fingertip?” He looked her straight in the eye as he came back to bed. “What were you up to, Honey, it kinda scared me.”
Josefina grinned. “Good.”
“Little vampire.”
“Aw,” Jo tutted, “I didn’t draw any blood, you’re a tough boy.”
Peter ran his fingers through her hair. “Did you want to see some blood?”
Jo kissed him. “I’m kinky not a freak you weirdo.” She pushed him away. “I just had an urge to bite you, and you… liked it.”
Peter ran his tongue over his lips. He did immensely, but he wouldn’t tell her that. He wouldn’t tell her that he actually had been a little disappointed when he hadn’t found any blood on his thumb. “Give me some of that water…”
“So did you notice?” he asked her later that afternoon as she mixed a salad in the kitchen. He liked to watch her fuss around the kitchen because he really wasn’t used to seeing a woman become comfortable in it. All of his previous girlfriends never ate much at all, of if they did; they expected to be treated nightly to expensive restaurants where they could flaunt in front of their friends and peers.
Jo popped a piece of carrot in her mouth, chewing loudly. “Notice what?”
“What I had done?” Peter asked, knowing now that the guys had just shitted him to see if he would submit to the damn experience.
Jo finished chewing, squinting at him. “Did you get a tattoo or a piercing or something?” She swallowed.
“No.. I..,” Peter held up his hands, “I got a manicure, see.”
Jo blinked slowly, her cheeks reddened and Peter shriveled almost all the way up to recognize the anger there. Now what?
“Ok!” She snarled. “I get it! I need to get my nails done! GOD! I can take a hint; okay I don’t do it for like a couple weeks just SHOOT me okay!” She stormed past him, her shoes stomping, she slammed the front door behind her and he could hear her yell. “JESUS!”
Peter raised his eyebrows. “Man she’s weird.”