Sledge: The Hockey Player's Secret Baby by Lila Moore Page B

me.
    “Bobbi, right?” he said. He must have registered the surprise on my face at hearing my name. “Sledge told me about you.”
    “He did?”
    The security guy smiled and said: “You two can go in. The guys are getting dressed. They won’t mind two pretty girls keeping them company though.”
    Astrid smiled slyly at the guard and pushed me into the locker room. Naked men with towels around their waists walked past. We drew a couple of curious stares, but for the most part, the guys laughed and playfully insulted each other.
    A girl in the men’s locker room wasn’t an unusual sight. Many of the sports reporters were women. They seemed nonplussed by the sight of completely naked, muscular hockey players.
    Astrid and I were having difficulty staying as composed as the professionals. We turned a corner and drew curious glances from six guys undressing at their lockers. I immediately turned away. Astrid only waved and said: “Hi.”
    I headed back in the direction we’d come from then took a quick right. I practically ran straight into Sledge. He was wet and naked except for a towel around his waist. He looked up at me and smiled. I couldn’t take my eyes off his body. I stood there frozen in place like a peeping tom. His broad, hairy chest and six pack abs begged to be touched.
    “Bobbi? You didn’t hear me, did you?” he asked, unable to keep the amusement out of his voice.
    “Sorry. What did you say?”
    “I asked you if you enjoyed the game.”
    “It was, uh, yeah- it was great.”
    An unfamiliar wet, achy feeling between my legs made me want to run away in embarrassment. Sledge suddenly pulled off his towel. I looked away, but not before catching a glimpse of his cock. He was just as big as I remembered. Thick and long with trimmed dark pubic hair. I could feel my face burning hot.
    “I should leave you to change,” I said awkwardly.
    I turned and ran straight into Harley. He was fresh out of the shower. Harley didn’t bother with a towel. He was completely lacking any sense of self-consciousness. My eyes drifted down over his body. Astrid was right: he was built like a Greek god. Still, he didn’t hold a candle to Sledge.
    Harley smiled brightly at me. “I didn’t think I’d run into you again. How are you?”
    Casually, he strolled over to his locker. It was directly across from Sledge’s. He was watching the two of us very closely.
    “Get dressed,” Sledge said. “Don’t show off in front of the girl.”
    “I’m not showing off. She’s seen me naked before.”
    Sledge’s eyes narrowed. “Bullshit.”
    “No, it’s true. Ask her.”
    Sledge looked to me to deny it.
    “It’s a funny story actually…” I said nervously.
    I didn’t get any further. Sledge punched Harley in the face. He stumbled back and fell over a bench landing hard on the floor. Sledge was on top of him throwing punch after punch. Harley managed to push him off. The two wrestled on the floor completely naked. Several other players ran over to cheer them on. The guys shouted for Sledge, then Harley. They couldn’t decide who to root for.
    I pushed my way through and shouted at Sledge to stop. He couldn’t hear me over the cheers of the guys. I tried to grab Sledge just as he was raising his arm to throw another punch. His elbow hit me in the shoulder, knocking me back against the lockers. He jumped off of Harley and went to my side.
    “Are you okay, sweetheart? Shit. I’m sorry. I didn’t see you standing there.”
    Suddenly Harley’s arm was around Sledge’s neck. He was pulling him back, choking him out. Chick ran over to me.
    “Are you okay?” he said.
    “Yeah, I’m fine.” I rubbed my shoulder.
    “You idiots!” Chick shouted.
    I’d never seen him this angry before. Everyone thought of him as the gentle giant. The cheers stopped. Harley and Sledge stopped fighting.
    “What the hell are you thinking?” he demanded of Sledge. “She’s pregnant!”
    You could have heard a pin drop in the room.