Lust Next Door - S01 E24

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Lust Next Door - S01 E24

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 24

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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A bit disoriented Connor whipped around in search of something as his team crowded around him, grabbing the cage on his helmet and shaking it, patting his back hard, his eyes finally met mine.

A breathless smile erupted on his lips and Serena's heart sped up in her chest.

Both teams settled and slid back to their positions, Connor conveniently glided past Serena's seats, tapping his gloved fist on the glass briefly as he flashed a large adrenaline filled smile at her, his gaze interlocked with hers.

"Jesus Christ...You two are fucking!" Melody gasped, looking at Serena with a cheeky knowing grin.

"what?!" She whipped to her.

"Don't you dare lie to me girl, he's looking at you like a fox looks at a rabbit. Hungry and ravenous. My husband gives me the same look whenever I wear my little black dress he loves, can't fool me!"

"TMI." Serena groaned and averted her gaze, she probably knew more than she wanted to about her editors sex life.

"Wow, Serena Jade is hooking up with probably the best and hottest hockey player in the NHL." She said as if it couldn't be real, "Color me jealous."

Serena blushed and looked dismissively at the ice as the players lined up for face off again.

"I still hate him, I wasn't lying about that."

The game ensued in front of them, bullets winning the puck this time, but Melody seemed more interested in Serena than the game right now.

"You surprise me every day girl." She said simply shaking her head with a small smile as she watched the game with a new perspective on the captain of the wolves.

The game is rough, bloody, and aggressive. She'd never witness such violence displayed in a sport meant for recreation. It made her writer brain and fingers itch with desire to put this into words, the actions in front of her inspiring ideas for her story.

The bullets scored twice on the wolves, tipping the leader board in their direction. Five minutes left in first period, and Connor looked like he was ready to kill someone.

His jaw was set into a firm snarl, eyes hardened into a weaponized look as he intimidated the opponent in front of him.

The puck dropped and in seconds Connor had it, he pushed forward and as if he knew his teammate was gonna be there, he flicked the puck to empty an spot on the ice.

A collection of gasps sounded as everyone thought the same thing.

Who is he passing too.

Number thirteen sprinted into the space and without a hesitation he smacked the puck towards the goal, not wasting any time to aim or steady himself.

The red light flashed, and the buzzer indicating the end of the period came to life. Tied.

"Whew! Better than behind." Melody sighed and sank into her chair.

Connor skated over and did a hockey stop by the board, spraying ice onto the glass that made Serena flinch.

He smirked and chuckled at her reaction, chewing on his mouth guard as it hung from his mouth. He was sweaty, the black paint now smudged all over his face, glistening, panting, and even through the glass his natural spiked cider smell happily filled her nose.

"Intermission, locker room." He nodded breathlessly towards wide doors across the stadium and skated off with the rest of his group. Both teams leaving the ice.

Serena stared wide eyed, not sure what he meant.

Melody elbowed her, "There's a fifteen minute intermission, he wants you to meet him at the locker room doors. Move your ass!"

"Wha-" She pushed Serena out the box, confusion and anxiety clouding her mind as she walked over to the locker rooms.

Once she got there, a security guard shook his head at her, she went to open her mouth but Connor beat her to it.

"Rich, she's with me." The gruff looking man nodded to Connor and moved aside for her.

Serena gave a nervous smile to the unnerving man and moved into the area with Connor. His helmet was discarded along with his gloves and stick. Revealing his wavy brown locks darkened with sweat, sticking to his forehead where the helmet sat, his cold hands grabbed her arm and he yanked her off somewhere.

"C-Connor where are you taking me!" She yelped and looked around, they passed a couple of players from the wolves.

Jersey number two and 28.

Before he pulled her into a dark closet and shut the door.

A beat later he grabbed a think string and turned a lone overhead light on, his wild eyed playing with his mischievous grin.

"Missed me shortcake?" He panted violently, that cocky smirk plastered on his full lips.

She blushed and her frantic breathing matched his, the air thick and hot in the small closet as his pad clad body pushed into her small frame.

"Connor." She mumbled and looked down to his lips, a hot desire searing deep into her body, drenching her aching pussy between her legs.

She wondered if he could feel exactly what he was doing to her, watching him, watching his power and dominance on the ice.

"They gotta know who you're repping..." he whispered and brought up two grease paint tins he had in his hand. Red and blue.

She parted her lips and took a slow breath as he rubbed both his thumbs into the pans. He flicked his gaze back up to hers and she bit her lip.

His smile grew darker as his eyes clouded over with desire.

In one slow motion he cupped her face with both his hands, he smeared a red and blue line on her cheeks.

He smirked, admiring his work, "Perfect."

She couldn't speak, words failed her, hot lust filled every pore and nerve in her body as they stared at each other.

Their gaze intense and wild, with unspoken desire lacing the air between them. Breathing in frantic unison, you'd think they'd both been on the ice playing together.

In a second Connor's restraint snapped and his arms capture her body against his, she received the touch instantly and wrapped her leg around his waist, pulling him into her.

They slammed into a shelf and rattled the contents on it as their lips connected in a sloppy kiss.

She couldn't taste him fast enough, they kissed each other and stole the breath from their lungs, a welcomed heat searing through their bodies. Greedy for each other lips.

He groaned into her mouth vibrating a pleasant feeling onto her tongue, his strong cold hands gripped her ass and dragged up her thigh before it hooked under her knee and held her leg up on his waist.

Aggressive, hungry, and ravenous. They tasted each other, her fingers running through his damp hair, gripping a handful of the luscious tussled strands.

They both broke away finally, panting even harder then before, breathless and hungry. His eyes were so dark, not the murderous dark glare he had on the ice, this gaze conveyed something completely different.

Raw lust.

Her eyes flicked down to his face and she cracked out in a laugh.

The red and blue paint on her cheeks rubbed onto his, now there were splotches of black, red, and blue adorning his tanner cheeks. Evidence of their desire.

And on her face, there were smudges of black.

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