Our Overtime: Ice League Book 1 (The Ice League Series)

Everyone on the bus was ready to get back to Brecklin to party- ride out the high of winning with tequila and dancing… but I was ready for a different kind of high. Jules was waiting on me. Why would I go to a sweaty club to get stupid drunk and meet girls when I had the perfect girl of my dreams already: Smoking hot, absolutely drop dead gorgeous, passionate, kind, hardworking, my everything. The last few years when we’d been more long distance I’d done the party scene because Jules urged me not to miss out on it, but I would have much rather been with her. I’d be graduating this year and hopefully playing somewhere in the AHL or better and I wanted to take her with me. I’d put a ring on her first, she deserved that. If her grandparents objected, I’d steal her away and we’d elope. She’d choose me… I was sure of it. I’d choose her every time if the tables were turned.

Thinking of her laying in my bed, all tangled in my covers with her brown hair fanned out made me rock solid. I had to stop thinking about her at least until we made it off the bus. Max and Smitty were sitting next to me and they’d never let me forget it if I had a hard on over her while sitting on the bus surrounded by a bunch of dudes.

I planned ahead a bit tonight. Bought some Cliff’s pizza, our favorite, and a bottle of Moscato for her and some red wine for myself.

When the bus came to a stop, I fumbled out as quickly as I could. I think I was the first to grab my bag from the bus and tear out of the parking lot.

I could hear the guys teasing me as I walked away.

“Somebody’s wifed up tonight!” Smitty yelled.

“Tell Juju hello!” Max chided in the background.

I smiled to myself. Fuck yeah, I’m wifed up. I’d been wifed up for a while. And they were all jealous.

“Babe! I’m home!” I smiled just calling this out. I loved having her here. I looked forward to her presence all week. She was starting to make Sunday nights pretty damn hard for me. All of a sudden, my bed would feel so empty without her.

We’d never had the luxury of consistent sleepovers. We never dared to in high school- we made it out of that town as virgins, and that was totally okay with me. College was trickier, I was traveling with the team all the time and couldn’t really afford to visit her in my off times. She could afford it but her family wouldn’t finance it- pretty sure her granddad still couldn’t stand my guts even though I’d stood by his granddaughter’s side for years now. We’d had the summers together, but this semester was pretty close to my dream come true. I climbed the stairs up to my room and opened the door.

There she was, already in one of my t-shirts, hair in a messy bun- I’d for sure be taking that down- and she was blushing behind a glass of white wine.

“Fuck, babe,” I couldn’t keep a growl out of my voice, “so fucking sexy.”

She giggled and set her glass down, as I bent down to lay on top of her.