Love Game

Chapter Twenty-Seven - Elena

I followed Gabe out of the locker room, ignoring the whooping and hollering of our teammates. I blushed uncontrollably when I rethought of our heated moment inside the shower. Gabe had done a lot of things, but he never did that. It turned me on thinking about it again.

"Are you alright, beautiful?" Gabe whispers in my ear, definitely noticing I was turned on once again.

"I've never been better," I smirk at him, biting my lip seductively.

"You know what you do to me when you bite your lip," he moans as his eyes scan my body. "Stop it."

I playfully bit my lip once again, hearing a low moan escape his lips. He pulled me closer to him by my hips and forcefully crashed his lips against mine. I moaned loudly as I gripped his arms, letting him know he was turning me on more and more by the second.

Suddenly I heard a cough from behind us. Gabe and I pulled away from each other and turned to see Karson staring at us with a short, dark haired girl latched to his arm. Her blue eyes were piercing and she wore a tight black dress, showing off everything. Her lips were ruby red and her hair was straightened and teased. Who the fuck is this bitch?

"Are we interrupting something?" Karson asks with a sly smirk, scanning mine and Gabe's bodies with his blue eyes.

"No, no," Gabe chuckles, wrapping one of his arms around my waist. "Not at all."

The girl and I stare at each other intensely for a moment. She looks vaguley familiar, but I cannot put my finger on it at the moment. I know I have seen her somewhere, but where?

"This is Elena, my girlfriend," Karson grins from ear to ear, pulling his girlfriend closer to him by her waist. "Elena, this is Gabe and Mallory."

"I have heard so much about you, Mallory," Elena smiles as she holds out her hand, expecting me to shake it.

"I'm sure," I mumble, softly shaking her hand. I wasn't too sure about this one and I'm sure Karson could sense it. He basically sent me a death glare after I said that.

"Congratulations on making it to the Stanley Cup finals," she says sweetely. "Karson is just going to have to wait his turn," she smirks at Karson and pats him on the chest. That bitch.

"It's very exciting!" Gabe chimes in, holding me closer to him. "I plan on winning the Cup for... reasons," he smirks down at me.

I roll my eyes at him and scoff. I couldn't think of sex right now. All I could think about was why the fuck was Karson with this sleeze. I didn't like her at all.

"Well, I guess we should get to dinner." Gabe smiles as I feel his hand slowly move to my butt, patting it firmly.

I looked over at Gabe and shot him a death glare. He looked at me in confusion but then shook it off. Karson and the bitch followed us to Gabe's car, whispering and laughing amongst themselves. I was boiling with anger on the inside.

We made our way to the car and I sat in the passengers seat. There was no way in hell I was going to sit next to her. I looked over at Gabe and he looked at me in confusion once again. He leaned over and rested his hand on my thigh, but I quickly squirmed away from him.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Gabe whispers to me softly, obviously offended that I shook off his touch. "You're not acting yourself."

"Nothing's wrong, Gabe. I'm fine." I whisper sternly, narrowing my eyebrows at him.

"Lighten up, we're playing for the Cup!" Gabe whispers with a smile, hoping to cheer me up but it doesn't.

I roll my eyes and scoff, trying to avoid the view in the rear view mirror. Karson and whatever-the-fuck-her-name-is were curled up and stealing kisses left and right. She was basically sitting in his lap, which was very disturbing.