Breaking Ice

Chapter 2

Alexander

Fuck my life. Images of Chloe's green eyes and the swing of her hips as she practically ran out of the changing rooms flash in my head as I run on the treadmill trying to get the sexual frustration out the healthy way before I wrap my hand around my dick. Call me crazy but being horny makes the workout better and the reward after it is sweet. Just thinking about her I run faster, breathing becoming elaborate.

"Dude, calm down. You ain't being chased by zombies." My best friend and the captain of Vipers, Liam, says as he jogs next to me. I slow down my pace just a tad and catch my breath.

"You do realise that in reality zombies would probably be slow so running really wouldn't be necessary?" I roll my eyes but he knows that a certain blonde caught my eyes. He knows I only push myself like that when I need a release.

"Soooo, Chloe?" he wiggled his eyebrows at me and I grinned at him back.

"Well, there isn't anything in the handbook about dating with whom you work so I definitely will shoot my shot. By the way her breath hitched when she looked at me, I can at the least assume she finds me attractive." Fuck, the way it looked like she stopped breathing when she saw me for the first time really makes me need to run faster. I can feel myself getting hard at the thought of her so I turn up the speed.

"Alex, you literally met the girl ones. You ain't a horny teen anymore. Get yourself together looser." Liam is barely containing his laughter. Amused by my stupidity but fuck there is something about this girl that draws my attention and not just the physical need to have her. Most players on the team like to fuck around but I grew up around my parents that are total romantics and made me believe in true love as well. Hell, she ignited me whole just with one touch I ain't missing my opportunity to see where this goes.

After getting done with the gym, I headed back to my room. Liam and I share a house together. We have been inseparable since our parents played together in the NHL. My dad got drafted back in the day moving from Russia to the US taking both my mum and I with him. I was barely five, with no English knowledge besides maybe "Yes" and "No". Whilst most kids didn't want to have anything with me, Liam came up with a way to communicate with me. I quickly learned English but that only made our friendship stronger and we have been inseparable ever since. Well, except when I played for Russia in the Olympics...

Liam was so incredibly pissed to find out I "chose" to play for Russia but I did it for Dad. He was proud to see me in his home country's colours. Plus I won't be eligible to play for USA anyways. I think Liam was just pissed at me for stopping every and each of his attempts at putting a puck into the net.

Liam spent exactly an hour not talking to me before he literally jumped on me screaming that I got a gold medal. We might not be related by blood but our hearts beat for each other like we are family.

The two of us are the more experienced players, with the other guys being much younger. We have both played our time and we are slowly transitioning to retire, well after we bring this Miami Falcons to the top. We always had the dream to make the team successful.

Getting into the shower I enjoy the sting of the hot water before my body adjusts to the temperature. My dick is hard with memories of Chloe so I wrap my hand around it and tug enjoying the slight pain. I help myself out pretending it's her much smaller hand that is getting me off. I cum with a groan before washing off the evidence and then wash my hair and body before wrapping myself in a fluffy white towel. Looking at myself, I am definitely not a teen anymore, but I sure just blown my load like one.

Getting dressed just in shorts I check my emails and sure thing there is one from her. She provided a timetable which I had to fill out when I was unavailable. All the practice sessions and games are already on there making my life so much easier. I quickly feel it for the next month which is still a pre-season making all of the hockey players much freer so I'm hoping to see her a lot. I end the email by sending her my number.
I know a little unprofessional but it's better than if I went to George or Katherine and demanded her number. I'm still considering doing it if she doesn't text me. But I have a plan set in action. If I ignore all her other emails she will have to text me. Then I win.