Alex

Her breath smelt of coffee and her lips had parted, there was no denying she felt aroused too. Seriously, if I didn't have a game to play tonight and Coach already on my ass, I'd have taken it further. I know she wants me, why she has to be so stubborn about letting go of how she truly feels is beyond me. Madison Lane sure is a tough nut to crack.

I'll be perfectly honest; I am not used to this. Women are usually all too quick to want to drop their panties for me and have me pleasure them, that's if they're wearing any.

We reach the bottom floor; my driver is waiting by the car. "Can't you walk anywhere?" She asks. I raise my eyebrows. If only she knew how much walking, I have had to do in my lifetime. All of this, the cars, the money, the lifestyle that is all my own doing it wasn't always like this. Especially not when my dad left.

Man, it was hard. I'd have to walk for miles to get to the rink because we lived outside of town in a small bungalow type property until my mom met her second husband that is, and we moved in with him into his much larger house. Any way that is another story. But yeah, I've walked miles in shoes that have needed to be replaced, I've walked miles in the freezing cold winters when the snow was deep on the ground. So, if I want a bit of luxury now then I'm going to have it. I smile at her and allow her to get into the car first. Her long legs slide easily inside, and she moves up so I can get in the back next to her.

"Actually, it's an hour's walk and with a game on tonight, I don't think it's a good idea. Feel free if you want to walk. Just say the word, my driver will let you out." I smirk at her, my gaze holding hers.

She humpfs, I've never known a woman to humph quite as much or fold their arms in front of their chest all the time. "What's it to be Petal? Walk or ride in the car?"

"Fine, I'll ride with you."

"Good, because we're supposed to be showing a united front."

"I hate this." She mutters under her breath, audible enough for me to hear it. I squeeze her leg; she almost jumps sky high.

"Don't be like that, it's not so bad. You get to be seen with the hottest guy on the NHL scene, besides we make a great looking couple don't you think?"

Her eyes shoot me daggers. "Hey, don't you think we make a good looking couple?" I ask my driver.

"Yes, Sir. Absolutely." He smiles.

"There see, everyone thinks so. Have you seen this morning's feedback on social?"

"I try hard not to look at anything that has us both in it."

"Wow, someone is pretty damn feisty today. How was the visit with your folks?" I try to change track, I don't like it when she scowls, although it is kinda cute. What she needs is to be put over my knee and given a spanking, and my fingers sliding into her slick pussy. I bet she hasn't had sex for a while.

"It was nice to see them again, I miss them."

"You're close then I take it?"

"Yeah, real close. My brother couldn't make it, he's playing in Vegas."

"Wait your brother is a musician?"

"Yes, well he's been trying to break into the music arena for a while now, but he has a gig there and is backing up a group called GenWired."

"Hey, I've heard of them. They're pretty good. In fact, I know the lead guitarist. His brother played hockey when I was in college. We're still in contact. You know I could get your brother some introductions and connections." She swivels her head round so fast she must be giving herself whiplash.

"You'd do that for him?" Her eyes are wide.

"Of course, sure. Why not? Everyone needs a leg up. What's his name?"

"Jefferson Lane. He plays guitar too."

"Okay, let me make some calls and we'll get him in front of some top producers and the like."

"Thank you, Alex." She looks at me with a small smile on her face, ah the ice maiden can smile then. It makes me feel good to see her smile, like I've actually managed to do something right for her. I waste no time and start to message the guy I know.

"You don't have to do it now."

"No time like the present, Petal."

"When are you going to drop the nickname?"

"What, you don't like it? I can call you Princess or Butterfly if you prefer, how about cream-cup."

"Ugh. None of the above. It's fine, I'd prefer you just use my name is all."

She hasn't pushed my hand away yet that I've left on her leg. Good sign, maybe she is thawing out some more.

"Tell me you are wearing my jersey under that coat of yours." She sighs and rolls her eyes, even that is cute. I swear everything about Madison Lane is cute and sexy. I want to lean into her and kiss those full, pouty lips of hers and taste the flavor of her lip gloss.

"Yes, I am wearing your stupid jersey even though I feel like a dork in it." I chuckle at her; she turns her face away to look out the window. Her profile is dignified as her chin is tilted slightly upward. There has got to be some way I can make her relax and want me as much as I want her.

We arrive at the stadium and it is rammed with people outside, cameras are flashing. I see my team mate, Riley signing autographs. "Is it always like this?" Madi asks.

"You know it, Petal. You're a journo, you know what it's like."

"Yes of course, but this is insane. I've not seen anything this busy for a bunch of guys who hit a puck around on ice skates."

"Oo." She huffs and flicks her hair back.

My driver gets out and opens the door for her as I step out myside. Chanting takes place, people calling my name. A group of girls rush up to me and beg me to have selfies with them and to sign anything from notebooks, T-shirts, arms and one girl has her top over her breasts and asks me to sign her tits. I refrain, naturally. I am definitely not a pervert and signing my name on a High School kid's tits is not my thing.

Madison comes round and grabs me fiercely by the arm. I glance down at her; she looks mad as hell. "Is it necessary?"

"What? I'm not signing them, don't be so ridiculous." I instruct the girl to pull her top down and behave herself. She merely giggles the way teenage kids to.

"Madison, you're Madison Lane. What's it like being Alex's girlfriend. It must be amazing?" The kid asks not at all put out I've told her to put her tits away.

"It's, er." Madi pauses, "interesting."

"Is he as good in bed as they say he is?" She asks. Wow, she's just a kid, what has happened to youthful innocence even I am shocked, and I've been putting it around since I was fifteen or so. Madison smiles politely.

"I guess you will never know." She says and drags me forward. I chuckle.

"Was that necessary? I mean you cut her down pretty damn quick, Petal. Like I would even go there."

"Shut up, Stone." She railroads through the throngs of people; my detail has arrived and is helping to make a gap for me to get through. Riley raises an arm and waves.

"Hey, Man. Don't you just love it?"

I'm thinking do I? I mean I used to, but I do also miss the days when I could just waltz into a stadium, and nobody would bat an eye lid. I could skate on the ice without a camera hovering anywhere near me, just me the ice, my stick and a puck. Freedom not like now, I feel owned by the entire world.

"Sure, it's the best." I shout back across a sea of heads.

"Catch you in there." He goes back to kissing girl's cheeks, signing autographs and I trail behind my detail and Madison, whose grip I notice has tightened on my arm.

"Are you scared of losing me, Petal?"

"Why do you have to be such a jerk all the damn time?" She hisses.

"Because you're too easy to wind up." I chuckle. She lets go of my arm, I grab hers back. Electricity pulses through me, a surge of blood goes straight to my cock, what I want to do is pull her damn jeans down, bend her over and stick my cock inside her.

She tries to pull away. "Alex, Madison can we have a picture please?" A young reporter with wild, copper curls calls out.

"Absolutely. Smile nicely, Petal." I warn her.

She does as she is told; I use the opportunity to pull her small body into my chest. I hear her gasp as I snake my arm around her waist. "You smell so good, Petal."

"You don't." She spits back at me. Huh, I've showered, of course I do.

"I love your snipey tongue, but I'd love to tell you where I'd like it even more."

She growls under her breath at me. Yeah, I bet this woman is wild in bed. And I am going to find out, I mean, tonight, one room, one bed, Madi, me. It could be fun, right?