“I know. I don’t know what’s going on.”
“You’re lovesick and missing your woman, you big sap!”
“You shut up,” he muttered, even though she was right.
“You need to leave your feelings off the ice Shea, don’t let your emotional issues mess with your game. You have to learn to separate them. I know it’s hard, you’ve never had to do this before, but it’s time to put on your big boy pants and step up to the plate…I mean blue line, and play some damn hockey. My brother doesn’t suck, so get your shit straight and play the damn game!”
The talk with Grace was what he needed, because his head had been everywhere but where it needed to be and that was in the game. He just hoped he would remember that when he went out on the ice that night.
“Oh my god, Harper, your boyfriend is ridiculously hot,” Piper giggled as she leaned back on the couch with a glass of wine and a bowl of popcorn between her legs, “Like stupid, crazy hot. You lucky bitch.”
“Oh girl, let me tell you, you should see him naked,” Harper giggled, taking a hefty drink of her wine. It was the first time in days that Harper was happy. It was probably the first time in days for Elli, too. They both just loved Piper and Reese. They were two little balls of sunshine.
“I wish,” Reese agreed while she shared the bowl of popcorn with Piper. Elli and Harper sat on the floor at the coffee table looking over the pictures as they watched the pregame on Shea’s humongous TV. They were clicking through Harper’s pictures and picking out her favorites, which included boobs, a little bit of lace, and crotch-less panties.
“Ooh, I like the black.”
“Yeah, it’s pretty hot,” Elli said, trying not to look. She had seen Harper naked all day. She had definitely seen more of her best friend than she really wanted to, but she had to admit that the pictures were hot.
Piper had done an amazing job with Harper’s hair, curling it and pulling it up on one side with a huge black flower, while Reese had done her makeup very bold. Needless to say, Harper was one hot mama when they were done with her, and Lord knew the girl wasn’t shy. She was posing in ways that Elli didn’t even know existed.
After picking out her favorite poses, Elli started editing. She usually did all the editing, as she had a knack for it. She could make people’s skin look like a newborn baby’s, she could make them skinner, hell, she could do just about anything.
Elli was in the middle of erasing one of Harper’s birth marks when Piper started yelling.
“Holy shit! Is that him, Elli!?”
Elli jumped at the ear piercing scream, and looked up at the screen to see her boyfriend laughing near the boards with one of the Kings’ players. He looked positively scrumptious in his away uniform, and it made Elli’s mouth water at the sight.
“Why, yes it is,” she cooed, watching as he hit the guy in the shin with his stick before skating off.
“Oh, my God,” Reese gushed, while Piper looked back and forth between the TV and Elli.
“Elli, he is gorgeous,” Piper gushed, “I mean, way hotter than Justin.”
“I know, I can’t believe it, either,” Elli laughed as Shea skated around. They were talking about his lackluster performance in the past three games. He was having a cold streak; he would pick it up in no time.
“Oh, I can. It’s about time,” Reese said.
Elli looked over at her.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean that it’s about damn time that you realized that you deserve a hunky man. Because darlin’, you’re beautiful.”
Elli blushed, as Shea went off the screen.
“Whatever, Reese, hush,” Elli giggled as she looked back at the laptop, bringing up her pictures. Harper started giggling beside her, which made Reese and Piper come look, too.
“Oh, my goodness! You look so hot, El.”
Elli shook her head. She thought she was pretty, but not smoking like Harper had been. Reese had made her eyes smoky, which made the green of her eyes stand out a lot more than usual, and had also put bright red lip stick on her lips. Her hair was up in a very intricate up do, with a white blossom on the side of her head. In the picture, she was wearing a purple outfit. Lace covered her belly as the bra made her natural Cs turn to DDs. The panties were cute little lace boy shorts. To top the outfit off, a beautiful pair of purple Manolo Blahnik pumps that had diamond studded heels. In the picture, she was laying on her back, with her legs crossed, showing off the heel of the pumps. Her arms were crossed under her head, and she was looking at the camera with a seductive smirk.
Elli had to admit, she was cute.
“You do, El! Gosh, look at those legs! They go on for days!” Piper gushed, as Harper just grinned while looking through the various poses she had put Elli in. Standing, sitting, open legged, which was all messed up since Elli started laughing because she felt so stupid.
“Perfection, Elli. I’m so proud, let’s pick some out!” Harper exclaimed. Elli went along with it, knowing damn well Shea would never see these pictures. He would laugh his ass off; skinny girls did this, not chunky ones that had cellulite on their legs.
“I know you’re staring at your legs, Elli. They look amazing, so shut up.” Elli cut her best friend a look and kept on looking through the pictures, only picking seven poses out of the 32 they had taken. Jakob was going to get an email full of pictures since Harper had picked out almost 30 pictures.
“You’re lovesick and missing your woman, you big sap!”
“You shut up,” he muttered, even though she was right.
“You need to leave your feelings off the ice Shea, don’t let your emotional issues mess with your game. You have to learn to separate them. I know it’s hard, you’ve never had to do this before, but it’s time to put on your big boy pants and step up to the plate…I mean blue line, and play some damn hockey. My brother doesn’t suck, so get your shit straight and play the damn game!”
The talk with Grace was what he needed, because his head had been everywhere but where it needed to be and that was in the game. He just hoped he would remember that when he went out on the ice that night.
“Oh my god, Harper, your boyfriend is ridiculously hot,” Piper giggled as she leaned back on the couch with a glass of wine and a bowl of popcorn between her legs, “Like stupid, crazy hot. You lucky bitch.”
“Oh girl, let me tell you, you should see him naked,” Harper giggled, taking a hefty drink of her wine. It was the first time in days that Harper was happy. It was probably the first time in days for Elli, too. They both just loved Piper and Reese. They were two little balls of sunshine.
“I wish,” Reese agreed while she shared the bowl of popcorn with Piper. Elli and Harper sat on the floor at the coffee table looking over the pictures as they watched the pregame on Shea’s humongous TV. They were clicking through Harper’s pictures and picking out her favorites, which included boobs, a little bit of lace, and crotch-less panties.
“Ooh, I like the black.”
“Yeah, it’s pretty hot,” Elli said, trying not to look. She had seen Harper naked all day. She had definitely seen more of her best friend than she really wanted to, but she had to admit that the pictures were hot.
Piper had done an amazing job with Harper’s hair, curling it and pulling it up on one side with a huge black flower, while Reese had done her makeup very bold. Needless to say, Harper was one hot mama when they were done with her, and Lord knew the girl wasn’t shy. She was posing in ways that Elli didn’t even know existed.
After picking out her favorite poses, Elli started editing. She usually did all the editing, as she had a knack for it. She could make people’s skin look like a newborn baby’s, she could make them skinner, hell, she could do just about anything.
Elli was in the middle of erasing one of Harper’s birth marks when Piper started yelling.
“Holy shit! Is that him, Elli!?”
Elli jumped at the ear piercing scream, and looked up at the screen to see her boyfriend laughing near the boards with one of the Kings’ players. He looked positively scrumptious in his away uniform, and it made Elli’s mouth water at the sight.
“Why, yes it is,” she cooed, watching as he hit the guy in the shin with his stick before skating off.
“Oh, my God,” Reese gushed, while Piper looked back and forth between the TV and Elli.
“Elli, he is gorgeous,” Piper gushed, “I mean, way hotter than Justin.”
“I know, I can’t believe it, either,” Elli laughed as Shea skated around. They were talking about his lackluster performance in the past three games. He was having a cold streak; he would pick it up in no time.
“Oh, I can. It’s about time,” Reese said.
Elli looked over at her.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean that it’s about damn time that you realized that you deserve a hunky man. Because darlin’, you’re beautiful.”
Elli blushed, as Shea went off the screen.
“Whatever, Reese, hush,” Elli giggled as she looked back at the laptop, bringing up her pictures. Harper started giggling beside her, which made Reese and Piper come look, too.
“Oh, my goodness! You look so hot, El.”
Elli shook her head. She thought she was pretty, but not smoking like Harper had been. Reese had made her eyes smoky, which made the green of her eyes stand out a lot more than usual, and had also put bright red lip stick on her lips. Her hair was up in a very intricate up do, with a white blossom on the side of her head. In the picture, she was wearing a purple outfit. Lace covered her belly as the bra made her natural Cs turn to DDs. The panties were cute little lace boy shorts. To top the outfit off, a beautiful pair of purple Manolo Blahnik pumps that had diamond studded heels. In the picture, she was laying on her back, with her legs crossed, showing off the heel of the pumps. Her arms were crossed under her head, and she was looking at the camera with a seductive smirk.
Elli had to admit, she was cute.
“You do, El! Gosh, look at those legs! They go on for days!” Piper gushed, as Harper just grinned while looking through the various poses she had put Elli in. Standing, sitting, open legged, which was all messed up since Elli started laughing because she felt so stupid.
“Perfection, Elli. I’m so proud, let’s pick some out!” Harper exclaimed. Elli went along with it, knowing damn well Shea would never see these pictures. He would laugh his ass off; skinny girls did this, not chunky ones that had cellulite on their legs.
“I know you’re staring at your legs, Elli. They look amazing, so shut up.” Elli cut her best friend a look and kept on looking through the pictures, only picking seven poses out of the 32 they had taken. Jakob was going to get an email full of pictures since Harper had picked out almost 30 pictures.
