Nikki Worrell - The Enforcer (NHL Scorpions)

Monday night:

Jody: All tucked in bed?

Lacey: Yup, just shimmied out of my panties. :)

Jody: I was just about to ask.

Tuesday, lunchtime:

Jody: Having a break in between practice sessions. How are you?

Lacey: Hi Jody, I’m fine. Are you checking up on me?

Jody: Busted …

Tuesday night:

Jody: Thought about you all day, Lace. Sweet dreams.

Lacey: I think about you a lot, too, Jody. Give Izzy a scratch behind the ears for me.

Wednesday mid-morning:

Jody: I can’t take it anymore. Need to see you. Quick lunch at noon?

Lacey: I miss you, too. Yes!

Jody only had time for a couple of slices of pizza, which they ate at the picnic table behind the rink. They also got a couple of steamy kisses in. Lacey was starting to think he could be the real deal. She was getting in deeper and deeper with him, but instead of the fear she felt before, there was excitement, and dare she say the L word?

Wednesday night:

Jody: Nice to see you today, but it wasn’t long enough.

Lacey: It’ll get better … right?

Jody: Yes, Training Camp is almost over. Nite Lace.

Thursday morning:

Jody: I had the BEST dream about you last night, Angel. Woke up wanting nothing more than you beneath me.

Lacey: Damn Jody, I wake up like that most mornings now. Happens when I’m in the shower, too. ;)

Jody: Jeez, that’s not helping my problem. Can’t wait to get my hands on you again.

Thursday night:

Jody: Thought about you all day, Lace. I’m off to bed now, and I’m going to think about all the ways I’m going to touch you this weekend. Oh baby …

Lacey’s body got tingly thinking about the same thing. She was looking forward to getting her hands on him again.

Lacey: I actually just shiver from reading that. Think I need a cold shower, but I’m afraid of what my fingers might do once I’m all lathered up and slippery wet.

Jody: Wow. Fuck, Lace. I give up; you’re better at torture. Go to bed.

Friday morning:

Jody: Crappy night, need you in my bed. Sleep okay?

Lacey: No, I did not sleep okay … at first. I was thinking about you, but then I let my fingers do the walking and went right to sleep. No sense in suffering, huh?

Jody: Enough. I can’t walk into a locker room full of guys with wood … xo

Lacey laughed at that. She wondered if he really did have ‘wood’ just from thinking about her pleasuring herself. It wasn’t something she did often, but he just got her so hot!

Friday night:

Jody: Hi Lace. Can’t wait to see you tomorrow. You have no idea how much.

Lacey: Oh, I have some idea. I can’t wait either. Call me when you get home after practice. Nite Jody. xo

By the time Saturday morning rolled around, she absolutely couldn’t wait to see him. He only had a half-day of practice on Saturday because their first pre-season game was on Sunday. She decided that she would go to his house and be waiting for him when he got home with a nice home cooked meal. She liked to cook, and Jody loved to eat. It was a perfect combination.

Jody smiled from ear to ear when he saw Lacey’s car parked in front of his house when he got home. He had no idea she was going to be there. When he opened the door, he could smell the awesome aroma of tomato sauce cooking. Thank God he had hired a cleaning lady when he’d given Lacey a spare key. He wanted her to be comfortable there, and Lacey was a neat freak.

“Hello?” Where the hell was Izzy? Some guard dog.

He walked into the kitchen and found them. Izzy was snoring in the corner on her bed that Lacey must have dragged out of his room for her. Lacey had her mp3 playing with her ear buds in and didn’t hear him enter. She was shaking her booty all around the kitchen as she stirred a pot and checked on whatever was in the oven. She looked adorable in her apron. It was covered with huge, multicolored frogs. As she spun around, Jody saw that she had on a skimpy, short skirt. He crept up behind her and grabbed her around the waist, pulling her up against him and nuzzling her neck.

Startled, Lacey jerked around. “Oh, hi.” She was a tad embarrassed being caught dancing like an idiot around his kitchen. She could feel her face flush – of course that could also be from the two dirty martinis she had enjoyed while cooking.

“Hi.” Jody gave her a sweltering kiss. “Am I allowed to tell you how hot it is to see my woman in my kitchen cooking for me or is that too ‘cave man’?” He couldn’t help it. It was sexy as hell. He liked Lacey being there when he got home from work. He liked that she was in his kitchen cooking for him. It was very womanly. So sue him.

“Yes, you are.” She gave him a big smile. “Jody, I’m not a feminist. I like taking care of my man. I like cooking for you. I just don’t like it when you try to control what I do.” She wrapped her hands around his neck and pushed her breasts against him. “I hope you’re hungry.”

Looking down at her breasts, he said, “Starving – famished even.” When he bent down to try to take her nipple in his mouth through her shirt, she pushed him away.

“Oh no. I am making dinner here. We still have an hour and a half to go. You go relax somewhere.” She’d love him to grab a beer, sit down and watch TV where she could still see him as she cooked for him.

Just as Jody was getting situated on the couch, the doorbell rang. Jody started to get up, but Lacey told him to sit. She answered the door to see Vlad standing there with a six-pack of beer. “Hey Vlad, come on in.”

Vlad entered and sniffed the air. “Oh my God, Lacey. Are you cooking? Like real, homemade food?” When Lacey nodded her head he took her hand and whispered, “Come away with me now. Jody’s no good for you.” Lacey laughed and batted his hand away.

“You are more than welcome to stay for dinner. I made homemade sauce and meatballs and I’m putting some hot sausage in there, too. I have garlic bread to make, a Caesar salad and fettuccini. Why don’t you take your beer and watch TV with Jody until it’s done.”

“Lacey, I love you.” He gave her a peck on the cheek and made his way into the living room. Men – so simple to please – give them food and beer and they were docile as lambs.

About two hours later, Lacey served them a dinner that they both groaned over. Their groans were satisfying to Lacey’s feminine side. They loved everything from her homemade meatballs to her homemade croutons for the Caesar salad. The peach cobbler she had made for dessert was almost gone by the time Vlad left, as was a bottle of wine, which Lacey had a generous glass of.

Vlad hugged Lacey before he left. “That was the best meal I’ve had in a really long time. Do you think you could learn how to make piroshky?” He knew they wouldn’t be as good as his momma’s, but he missed them.

She knew piroshky was some type of bread that was stuffed with meat or vegetables, but she’d never had it before. “Well, I can make some mean perogies. And golumpkis. Would that do it for you? Or you can get me your momma’s recipe, and I can try them.” Lacey absolutely adored Polish food. It wasn’t exactly Ukrainian, but it was damn close.

“God yes, I would love that. I’ll see if Momma will part with her recipe for me.” Vlad would love a taste of home, and even though he could cook, he just never got that hang of his native dishes. He was much better at American food – much to his dismay.