How The Cookie Crumbles (26 page)

Jake was watching me, looking slightly amused. “No problem, Frankie, you’re very welcome.”

“I guess you’re busy now, so….”

“Are we not going to dinner together now?”

“We are? You never said anything.” Could I spend any more time with him without doing something completely embarrassing, like running my hands across his… everything?

“We always eat after a game, and you like to eat. I’m sure you know some great restaurants around here.”

“Actually, I do know one you’d like, but it’s not really close to the arena.” I knew the perfect place for Jake to get delicious hamburgers.

“Can’t stay out too late because we’ve got an early flight tomorrow, but other than that, sky’s the limit. Domer’s coming, too.” Jake looked down the empty hallway. Luke Dominick was apparently taking the time to dry his hair.

Dinner would take two hours max. I could be calm and controlled for two hours, right? “Okay, but before we leave the arena, I’m getting changed.”

“Really, Frankie? I think you look good now.” And he gave me a onceover, starting from the boots and stopping on the crown insignia over my breasts.

“It’s like being branded,” I told him, “as your property.”

“So?” he wondered.

I dragged my mute girlfriend into the nearest washroom. Once we were in there, Bianca started talking again, “Frankie, I feel like a total idiot. Suddenly I couldn’t say anything, it’s like he’s so famous and I’m some fan girl.”

“He’s just a guy,” I told her, and that was what I needed to remember too. I reached into my bag and pulled out a stretchy black dress, tight at the hips with an off-the-shoulder neckline and batwing sleeves. Nobody else was in here, so I just took off the Kings jersey and pulled on the dress. I loved having a big purse. Bianca took off her Canucks jersey and she had a t-shirt on underneath.

“Great,” she muttered, “My night out with NHL hockey players, and I’m dressed in an old t-shirt and jeans.”

Sure, but Bianca was wearing dark Fidelity jeans and John Fluevog boots, so she wasn’t exactly a hick. I offered her a glittery scarf out of my magic bag and she tied it around her neck. “You look perfect now, and don’t forget you’re already spoken for,” I warned her. I liked Jerome better than some of her previous boyfriends since he had a sense of humour.

We ended up in a red leather booth at Romer’s Burger Bar in Kits. I slid into the booth first, thinking that Bianca would follow me, but instead Jake slid in beside me. He smelled faintly like cheap body wash, but even that wasn’t turning me off. I squeezed myself into the very corner of the booth to avoid any body contact.

Bianca was trying not to be awestruck, but she certainly wasn’t talking as much as usual. And Luke was nice but quiet, so it was up to me and Jake to keep the conversation rolling. The only problem was that I kept talking about sex, purely by accident!

“So you got a penalty for roughing,” I chided Jake.

“It gets rough out there,” he laughed.

“You’re kind of dirty,” I added. I was surprised at how nasty he had been out there.

Jake laughed even more, “I thought that’s what you liked about me, Frankie.”

I started blushing despite myself. “You know the buns are really great here,” I said trying to change the subject. But the comment probably would have been even better if the cute waiter hadn’t been walking by our table just at that moment.

Jake kept chuckling, “But Frankie, I think it’s the meat that really counts.”

I really, really didn’t mean to drop my glance to Jake’s suit pants right at that moment. But I did. I think I heard Luke ask if we wanted to be alone, but Jake was laughing so hard that I wasn’t totally sure. After more embarrassing remarks, the burgers finally came and I could put something in my mouth that wasn’t my foot.

Jake

I knew something was up with Frankie the moment I saw her. For starters she wouldn’t look me in the eye, and she was always a straight shooter. She was nervous and started accidentally saying all these suggestive things. When I touched her on the arm, she reacted like I’d electrocuted her or something, which was weird.

Domer and I were talking about our road trip, when I noticed that Frankie was staring at me. I wasn’t the most observant guy in the world, but I knew that look. She wanted me bad. Finally!

I moved a little closer to her, and she practically plastered herself against the back wall. So I spread out my legs until our thighs were touching, then I put my arm on the back of the seating, innocently brushing my hand against her bare shoulder. She took a deep breath in, and I saw her nipples harden under her dress. Shit, I needed to take advantage of this situation.

“We better get going, man,” Domer said, looking at the time.

“Okay,” Frankie said, “You guys can grab a cab and be back downtown in under ten minutes.”

“What about you and Bianca?” I asked her.

“We don’t live too far, we can either walk or get a cab.” Frankie tried to see outside. “Depends on the weather.” Typical Vancouver, it had been raining off and on all day.

“Why don’t we all get in the cab, and we’ll drop you ladies first,” Domer suggested, always the gentleman. Frankie was shaking her head while Bianca was nodding. What was Frankie so scared of?

The restaurant called a cab for us and we took off for their apartment, which was in a little low rise building not far away.

“I’ll walk them up to the door,” I told Domer as I got out. He gave me a pained look. “Don’t worry, I won’t take long.”

Bianca already had the front door unlocked and said a quick goodbye before she disappeared up the stairs. Frankie held the door with one foot, and turned and spoke formally, “Thanks so much for the game and dinner. Great to see you and good luck with the rest of the road trip.” Then she gave me a brief hug and turned to open the door.

When I kept standing there, she turned back and spoke nervously. “Um, bye Jake, you can go now.”

“Frankie, do you really want your neighbours to see what’s going to happen next?”

“What’s going to happen next?” she asked nervously.

I pushed her inside the dim lobby, and closed the door. Then I grabbed her and kissed her hard, pulling her body towards me. Her soft breasts and firm thighs were pressed against me, and I squeezed her ass with one hand and put the other one on her back, pulling her closer. She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me back, like she couldn’t get enough of me.

“Want you, Jake,” she whispered in my ear.

Like I hadn’t been waiting months to hear those words, but her timing sucked. “Want you too, Frankie. But you know, I’ve got to get back now and I need a lot of time for everything I’ve got planned for you. So I’ll come back here, late tonight, okay?”

“But… won’t you get in trouble?”

Like I gave a shit about that. “Relax, Frankie, you’re too worried all the time.”

She stuck out her lower lip, and I sucked on it. “Promise, baby, it’ll be worth it,” I whispered to her, and she nodded. I kissed her once more and then sprinted back to the cab.

32. Christmas

Jake

Back at the hotel, I had one more hurdle to clear. Coach Sherman had a kinda unofficial curfew going, mainly to set a good example for the year. Breaking the curfew on the first night of the season was a big risk, but getting with Frankie was not something I was passing up.

I went to Mally’s room to ask him for advice. “I wanna go out tonight, y’know, after curfew.”

He looked over at me, “What are you talking about?”

“I want to meet someone. So… do you think they’ll do a room check or just call around?”

“Oh man, Cookie, it’s the beginning of the season! We’ve just played one game, and we’ve got an early flight tomorrow. Can you not keep it in your pants for one night? We’ll be home in two days, and you can find all the pussy you want then!”

“She’s not like that, she’s someone special. And she lives here.”

“Well that’s even better, a real girlfriend will understand that you need to put the team first. She can come and visit you in L.A.”

It was hard to explain what a head case Frankie was. If I blew her off when she was in the mood, I might not get another crack at her. And besides, I wanted to do this. A lot.

“Look, what’s the big deal? I’ll be fine for the Calgary game.”

“Christ, Cookie, why don’t you bring her up to your room? That’s a lot safer and then at least you’ll be in bed at curfew.” He frowned, “If not sleeping.”

I shook my head. I didn’t want Frankie to meet the team that way because I didn’t want everybody talking shit about her. I finally wore Mally down.

“As long as you can get back before breakfast, you should be okay. Pack up your gear, have it ready to go, and I’ll call if anything happens.” He gave me a worried look. “Coach will be pretty pissed if you get caught though, are you sure it’s worth it?”

I nodded. I picked up my phone and there was already a text from Frankie. Please tell me that you’re medically good to go! Yeah, that was more like the Frankie I knew. I texted her back that we just had team physicals and I was fine, and I’d be there soon. I went back to my room, packed, showered, and got dressed. I had to wear a suit for the plane tomorrow, so I put my suit back on with a fresh shirt. I figured I’d blend in better in the morning. The hotel phone rang, and it was our assistant coach checking in on me. Five minutes later, I was in a cab to Frankie’s place, feeling pretty excited.

I texted her when I got there and she came down to get me. Unfortunately she had changed out of those boots, but she looked great anyway. She was wearing jeans, a white sweater that had bows down the front and something lacy under that. She was acting nervous again. She murmured hello and then took me upstairs to her apartment. I watched her ass wiggle in front of me as we went up the stairs. Man, she was hot.

“We’ll have to be quiet, I think Bianca’s asleep. Lauren’s not home yet though,” she whispered to me when we got in the apartment. Usually she was so self-confident, but now she seemed really shy. Rex came right up and rubbed against me, and I patted him on the head.

“Um, do you want something to drink?” she asked me.

“Sure, I’ll have a Diet Coke if you have one.”

“Jake! As if I would have soft drinks in my fridge.” She was kind of a food Nazi. She walked into the kitchen, and I followed her. She looked into the fridge and kept talking to me, “I have mineral water, fruit juice or beer.” She was bent over and I came up behind her and pulled her ass towards me.

She spun around to face me, and I kept my hands on her hips, bringing her real close.

“Oh, Jake….” she looked up at me and then at my mouth. Then she went up on her toes, put her arms around my neck, and kissed me with her eyes closed. She kissed me really hard and pressed her body against mine. It was like she was someone totally different from the Frankie I knew in the summer: this Frankie was someone who was horny and into sex and into me. When I cupped her ass, she hopped up and wrapped her legs around my waist. I held onto her and she directed me into her bedroom. We were kissing the whole time, and I was getting really excited.

I was torn between ripping her clothes off and taking it slow, since I had waited so fucking long for this. I looked down at the little ties on her top and I wanted to unwrap her like a Christmas present.

I laid her down gently on the bed, and took off my jacket. Frankie was watching me with wide eyes. When I came close, she pulled me down on top of her urgently. She reached up and started unbuttoning my shirt and then unbuckling my belt. I helped, yanking my clothes off and throwing them on the floor. I undid the ties on her sweater and each one revealed more of her: a red lace bra, her narrow waist, her deep belly button. I unzipped her jeans and pulled them down; she was wearing little red lace panties that matched. Nice. Frankie was watching me look at her, and I grinned at her.

“You’re so fucking hot,” I told her. She smiled, then wriggled out from under me, squirmed completely out of her jeans, and then lay back down beside me. As I kissed her, I reached around and got her bra undone. I pulled off her bra and her tits were amazing: big, soft, and natural, with pink nipples. I had waited so long to get my hands on these puppies. I took one in each hand and then bent my head down and started sucking on her tits and she took a sharp breath in. She was a lot more into sex than I thought she’d be. She arched her back and pushed her tits deeper into my mouth. I kept sucking at her and squeezing her tits hard, and she was starting to moan. After I got her nipples all hard and sticking out, I ran my hands down her sides, putting my hands around her waist. She giggled when I touched her tummy, and I lifted her on top of me. I could grab her ass now and feel her tits mashed up against me. She was kissing me and running her hands through my hair. It all felt great.

She pulled down my boxer briefs, and took them right off. Then she straddled my thighs and ran her hands up me, stopping to play with my nipples. I saw her checking me out, and it made me grin.

“Do you like Mr. Whitesnake?”

“Oh my God, did you just call your penis by a name?”

“Yeah. What’s the big deal?”