Lust Next Door - S01 E23

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Lust Next Door - S01 E23

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 23

The Blue Gaze

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Connor rarely ever got nervous before a game, hockey was his blood, his life, it gave his purpose.

But tonight, he couldn't help but bounce around in the locker room and run through plays in his head.

Connor and his team would be going against the Houston bullets, putting their undefeated titles out on the ice, and going against their rivals.

Josh came up and slapped his shoulder, startling him out of his laser focus with a large shake.

"Ready bro?" He said sharply, a friendly smile playing on his lips.

He looked over at him and mirrored it, "Of course."

Connor shared a knowing nod with his best friend before turning to the rest of his team.

"Yo! I wanna know if you pussies are ready to play some hockey!" Connor yelled in the locker room slowing spinning around to his team, hyping up the team before games was his thing as captain.

"Yeah!" They yelled in unison throwing their sticks up.

"What are we wearing on that ice tonight!?" Connor yelled.

"Bullet proof vests!" They yelled back.

"They might be bullets but we are-"

"Guns!"

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This was the rush he lived for, the circling red and blue lights above, the screaming from die hard fans around them as the skated onto the ice.

He flashed his killer grin to the blurry crowd through the cage on his helmet, so many people here tonight. Biggest crowd this season. All for the big game.

He skated the perimeter of the rink waving and smiling as the crowd screamed for him, his team behind him doing the same thing. After their introduction they started to scrimmage and practice on their side of the rink, the away team then skated on and were met with a crowd of boos.

They didn't wave or smile, just went right to practice time.

Connor sent them a scowl from across the ice and dribbled a puck like second nature, he looked to Luca and Josh and sent them a small nod.

They knew exactly what to do.

Connor sprinted down the left wing toward the bullets side, he smirked as Lucas and Josh passed a puck between them.

He opened his stance for receiving and in a instant Josh sent the puck down the ice at Connor.

He caught it easily and spun past a bullet, aiming for their goal, he flicked it into the net right past their goalie, scoring with ease.

The crowd cheered violently as the rival team sent staggering and murderous glared at Connor. He shouldered past one, as the ref blew the whistle at him to get off their side.

Intimidation, Connor was toying with his food.

Connor smirked and glided down the right wing slowly, his eyes moving towards the crowd and as they did, his gaze caught hold of a familiar and piercing blue gaze. He could pick that shade of blue out anywhere, in a field of every blue, cerulean, light, navy, indigo. He'd find her shade.

Serena.

His breath hitched in his throat and his head spun to hold that gaze even as he slide past her.

Trained on her, as her face grew more and more nervous, his brain was trying to determine if she was really there or if he was hallucinating.

But before he could decide Connor smacked right into a large body, falling down on to the ice and breaking his hypnotic trance in her ocean eyes. And the crowd echoed a collective gasp.

"Not enough figure skating practice Deluca? You're not as quick on your feet as I remember." A nasty voice sounded above him.

Patrick "Patty" O'Gradey. Captain of the Houston bullets and also captain of dick wads.

Connor growled and shot up on his skates, "I stopped going when you stopped showing up. What can I say, I missed your ugly mug too much."

The two men started circling each other on the ice, and subsequently the crowd went silent with anticipation.

This rivalry was rooted deep.

They held each other's scowls, circling like hawks, until Connor broke for a millisecond and connected with the blues ones across the ice.

That second was all it took for Patrick to find those blue eyes and smirk.

"Ah, girlfriend came to watch you lose....or...I guess Connor Deluca doesn't settle down so that's probably some whore you brought." Patty spat out, with a smirk, "she's hot, mind if I get a victory hit after the game? Dump these into her." He chuckled and gripped his junk.

Connor threw off his gloves ready to kill him but before he could advance the sports entertainers came over the loud speakers.

"Woah woah woah! Love the energy on the ice tonight, and we haven't started!" One spoke.

"I know Paul, it looks like this is gonna be one hell of night! The Denver Wolves against the Houston Bullets, I gotta say I don't think there's one person in this stadium that's not jumping out of their seat for this game."

Josh came skittering over, slamming his blades into the ice making shaved snow splash onto Patty's skates.

"Get lost O'Gradey. I think your daycare misses its teacher." He nodded towards the other teams and picked up Connor's gloves, guiding his friend away from the altercation.

"Man what was that about?" Josh mumbled, it was really out of character for Connor to lose focus on the ice, let alone before the game even started.

Connor glared forward and shook his head.

Serena was here, she was here, watching his game.

His brain was rattling with why she was here. She never mentioned anything about coming to a game to annoy him, hell he found it hard to believe she even liked sports.

A small primal fire lit under his chest, he looked over to where she was sitting, his heart hammering hard in his chest as something burned hot in him.

They held an intense gaze, her lips were parted slightly and a captivating pink blush fanned across her cheeks, nose, and ears from the cold.

He could see the moisture form her breath in the cold air, the rising and falling of her chest, her lips.

Fear rumbled through him. He couldn't tell if this was a good or bad thing that she was here.

Connor skated up to the glass that she sat behind, subsequently the women besides her started freaking out.

He almost wanted to laugh at how much Serena looked like she wanted to melt into the floor.

Connor stopped quickly once he reached her, their eye contact was electric, and he wanted to jump this glass and capture her lips in his.

"Oh. My. God. Connor Deluca!" The woman besides her shrieked making Serena wince and his direction turn towards the other woman.

"Hey, Connor." Serena sighed, clearly dejected.

"Wait." She looked between Connor and Serena.

"Hey, Serena."

"You two....know each other...?" The now very confused women gaped at Serena like she had four heads.

She loosed a long sigh, "Connor this is Melody Morris, she's my- friend."

Melody's eyes lit up a thousand watts when she turned back to him, "Wow...I didn't know my friend here liked to keep such important secrets." She chuckled and elbowed Serena.

Suddenly, that name fired significance in his head.

"Wait, Melody Morris, editor Melody Morris?"

Serena stilled next to her.

Melody swooned and leaned closer to the glass, "You've heard of me boy? Oh you make an old women blush."

"You're Skylyn Voss's editor! I read about you online. You've been editing and getting all their most recent works published since their third book." Now it was Connor's turn to fangirl.

Melody's mood shifted slightly, her smile faltered and she cleared her throat. "Oh, we'll yes. That's true! Haha..."

"Wow, this is amazing-"

"Deluca, five minutes!" Josh called from the other end of the ice.

"Shit, I've gotta go but don't you two run off after the game. I definitely have to pick your brain later Melody. And Rena-" He turned to Serena and pressed his helmet up to the glass gazing deep at her, a small smile playing at his lips as she panted softly. Those pretty lips parted again, driving him crazy.

"Your the cutest cheerleader in the stands tonight." He let a lopsided grin spread on his face.

She rolled her eyes, a small blush hiding in her cold cheeks, "I don't even what to be here, I was dragged and manipulated."

"Will you wear my jersey when I win?" He winked.

"How-" She bit her lip softly and rolled on her feet, contemplating her words, "How bout' you win first."

"You got it shortcake."

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