Chapter 482: Foppa XXXII—Derailed
When Sakic
attacked, Peter stood up along with every other person watching in the
Bertuzzi staggered back and pushed at Joe and attempted two punches before tottering and then falling to his butt on the ice, blinking like a stunned tiger. Peter knew Bertuzzi’s strength and temper quite well, and he could not believe for a moment that he would be so easily pounded down in a fight. If the man attacking had been Danny or Parker, Peter wondered if Todd would have put up more of a fight, but who in the world would have entered a game expecting a brawl with JOE?
The audience did not analyze this as closely for their part, as soon as Bertuzzi hit the ice and Joe was overtaken by referees they erupted in wall shaking adulation. Sakic held his head high as a referee made it very clear to everyone that he wanted Sakic off the ice now and when Sakic smirked and replied with something, the referee made it clear he wanted Sakic out of the game.
Outrage rippled through the building and to the coaches’ bench and Peter blinked and shook his head slowly. Joe was being tossed out of the game? He felt the pulse race in this belly as the television replayed over and over the brief fight, he looked at the pure cold determination in Joe’s face, the punches that rained with almost surgical precision, the way he looked down at Bertuzzi’s stunned body with contempt and haughty disregard. Oh… my…God…. Was all Peter could think. The very spit in his mouth disappeared and his brain felt derailed with way too much information to process.
And then Peter felt the boiling blood in his body funnel, concentrate, and then tighten in his pants with absolute and utter yearning.
“…incredible Joe Sakic is being tossed from the game!” The voice on the television exclaimed.
“Well Sakic did instigate the fight, and he does wear a helmet and visor, that carries an automatic suspension, Peter because…”
“John no! Didn’t you see Chris Drury he took the helmet from
Joe before the fight started, it can’t be that, Sakic must have said something
to the referee and I can’t imagine what it could be, but I guess it’s fitting
considering how this game has gone…”
“Well look now, Coach Hartley
is fighting this, now he is hot…”
Peter closed his eyes, oh…my…God….
“Peter they’re all distracted, meet me outside, right now.”
Peter opened his eyes and saw Michele Roy at the doorway to the suite, leaving it, and she glanced once over her shoulder, directly at him before leaving. Frowning, Peter looked back at the seats; indeed everyone in the suite was staring down at the ice or conversing in stunned conversation with each other. And that look on Michele’s face! Peter knew what her eyes said, he knew what…. Noooo….
Peter swallowed and left the suite, damn his curiosity but he’d be tormented forever if he didn’t at least check it out. Well, for the next couple weeks at least. The hallway seemed eerily still and empty, even the food vendors had left their kiosks and clustered at the mouths leading to the seating area or around television sets to watch the proceedings. All of them were chattering to each other or staring with fascination.
Where was Michele?
He took only a few steps when a door opened that led into an empty conference room. “In here, now!”
Peter wasted no time, he knew that tone in a woman’s voice and he entered the conference room and Michele closed it, standing in front of the door with a weird smile on her face. My God this was Patty’s wife, Peter could already imagine right now all the different ways in which Patty would enjoy killing him. Michele probably knew that, and Peter assumed that she probably enjoyed the thought of her husband breaking his knees in her honor, just look at her! Talk about unexpected, oh God the thought just made him painfully HARD!
“Michele, look this is…” Peter began holding his hands out in a calming fashion.
Michele tossed him a condom which he caught and stared at in disbelief.
“I saw how
hard you got watching that replay, eh?” Michele said softly, “I feel it too,
why should we waste the feeling?”
“Ah…” Peter said and he looked
at her. “You can’t be serious.” He swallowed and watched with the fascinated
libido of a deprived teenage boy as she unbuttoned the top three buttons of her
black blouse, he saw her tight cleavage and then that grin! Red lips, confident
smile, a hooker’s leer….oh…my…God…
“I won’t tell anyone Peter, I promise.”
Screw men! Peter’s mind roared what the hell had he been doing without these past weeks? He couldn’t even remember how his fumbling fingers got that condom on or if they even had. All he could think of was Michele, and her soft smile, and a strong sweet smell, and her little hands that yanked him to her by the top of his pants, that opened his fly and perhaps she took the initiative there. He wanted to kiss her but he didn’t with his face so close to hers, his eyes locked with her and wondering how the hell this could be happening.
His hands followed hers up her skirt, up her leg and oooooh yes he remembered this part, all of his worry and common sense left him and in that brilliant moment he entered her body, pinned her against the door, felt one of her legs, tiny and hard in its knee high boot pressing against his ass. She laughed and closed her eyes, bared her throat to him, “Oh you’ve got it,” she murmured and he felt her fingers in his hair, a hand on his shoulder and she squeezed him so hard there that he felt proud of the bulk and muscle he had to offer her.
For a brief spell they remained as they were, still, standing, connected and Peter felt worried because she felt so… “…God you’re tight!” He groaned. “I’m not hurting you am I?”
Michele laughed in response and Peter pressed his lips into her bared chest, kissed her through her bra and grabbed her tiny hips, realizing that what he had in his hands was a treasure Patrick would probably never forgive him for taking. And that made things so much sweeter.
“I want to kiss you,” he gasped. Why he felt afraid to, he didn’t know why.
Michele didn’t say anything, he listened to her breathing, giggling and amazingly in so short a time as a tryst like this could allow, she finished before him and with such power that he felt pinched within an inch of his life. “Oh God you’re amazing!” He moaned. Her face looked so beautiful now, lost in ecstasy and she looked so fragile he kissed her there, felt the lips open for him and he wanted to devour her, this last taste of her spilled him over.
He held onto her tightly, trembling, convinced of an undying love for her he knew would not last past this room and he wondered how long she expected him to love her. Closing his eyes, the last tremble left his body, she remained soft in his arms, and they held onto each other, breathing. Now he felt scared. Now he felt the sudden uncertainty of exactly what this little woman expected of him, what she would expect of him in the coming months and how the hell he would be able to dump her without causing a certain rift in the team.
Peter you asshole dork!
“Michele look I…” he began and Michele pushed him off her with such force he actually stumbled, taken off guard.
She shook her head quickly, smoothed her hair with her fingers and buttoned her blouse, and fixed her panties and skirt. She sighed loudly and then looked at him, when she spoke her voice sounded cold and business like, “I will leave first, wait a couple of minutes and peek out, don’t leave if you see too many people around yes? And if you tell anyone else about this and it gets to me, I will cut off your cock.”
Speechless now, Peter watched her as she peeked out the door, and then she slipped out of the room. He stood in confusion, had any of this really happened? He swallowed and realized that his pants were down around his ankles now along with his shorts and wouldn’t that make an interesting sight for anyone who would just happen to walk into this room.
True to Michele’s instructions, Peter waited until the hall seemed suitably empty before he left the room; still he couldn’t help looking all around to make sure no one was watching. Where had Michele gone? He breathed in, and then went right back to the suite before anyone else did see him.
He saw Michele at the seats, talking with Debbie Sakic, the play resumed on the ice. Peter hung back in the suite for the rest of the game, watching her. When the children returned to the suite, breathless with excitement, and with Tanguay’s celebrity girlfriend, Michele greeted them with hugs and laughs and adoration, looking like the vivacious little goalie wife he’d always known her to be. She even seemed less tense with Miss Cruz, and the two women seemed to be on better terms with each other.
Yeah great,
all the woman needed was a little tension reliever
right? And the rest of the evening, Michele did not even glance back at him,
not even once.