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A/N: All apologies but when it comes to anything concerning Peter, my mind sits in the gutter....as if he conducts himself any better to deserve a cleaner viewpoint of him...woooops! Does that comment warrant a disclaimer? Very well, very well, one big, huge, disclaimer in Foppa’s honor. (She steps away from computer for a sec to laugh)
Chapter 46: Jo
Jo gasped and bit the inside of her mouth, her back smacking back into the door so hard that she cried out. It didn’t matter; the pleasure was much more intense than any pain she could feel at this point. One of Peter’s large, strong hands squeezed hard on her
hip and she glanced at the pale wrist of his other hand as he braced it against the door so he could push harder into her body. Jo closed her eyes momentarily, running her tongue over her lips enwrapped in sheer bliss. He wasn’t letting up on her, and she began to breathe out moaning gasps in rhythm with each thrust he made. One of her legs was wrapped around his waist and he slid his hand from her hip to her thigh, squeezing so deliciously hard. "Oh, God!" Jo cried. The one leg she was using to support herself standing was burning from holding her up and beginning to buckle under her weight. She didn’t care, if it snapped underneath her, she knew she didn’t give a shit.
"So...sweet," Peter muttered and Jo eagerly accepted his kiss, suffocated in it, and she ran her fingers through his thick hair and over his back. She cried out again when he broke the kiss, burying his face in her throat. God! Jo thought, if he doesn’t finish soon my leg is going to give!
Ignoring the burning that was spreading to her knee, Jo turned her cheek to the door surface, angling her body a little, and she flicked her tongue over Peter’s wrist. That did it, Peter yelped and tightening up his grip on her, he finished. Jo leaned her head back on the door, loosening up and letting out a long breath of air, enjoying the feel of the cool air as Peter went limp and slid from her, falling to the floor and pressing his cheek to her belly.
Almost as if he instinctively knew where she hurt, Peter pushed her skirt back up and lifted her exhausted leg, pushing his shoulder up underneath it to give it a rest. Jo giggled and leaned forward over him, letting her long hair brush over him. "You’re such a sweetie," she murmured.
"Mmm," Peter answered, as he nibbled a bit on the sensitive skin above her nylon stocking, causing new waves of contentment through her. "You’ve made me late again."
"Good," Jo said quietly. "I hope they suspend you, and then you’re stuck with me."
Peter laughed quietly, bringing his pale eyes up to her gaze. She always got the chills when he looked directly at her like that. "That would teach me, wouldn’t it?"
Jo ran her hand over his face and then flicked his nose. Peter laughed louder this time and pulled away from her, causing her tired leg to wobble and Jo slid to the floor with him. She sighed and kissed him softly.
"Are you coming tonight?" Peter asked.
"What?" Jo gasped.
"To the game!" Peter added with a half-grin.
"Oh," Jo said, and then she laughed. "Of course, pendejo."
Peter narrowed his eyes. "You didn’t come to the last game," he pointed out.
"I had some actual business to do," Jo said. "That was the only time I had. I went to the game before that anyway, you don’t really need me there all the time do ya?"
Peter shrugged. "You weren’t there last time, and we got shut-out by a junior year expansion team."
Jo smiled, that earnest, sparkling look in his cat shaped eyes was too deadly. "Alright," she said. "I’ll be there tonight."
Another dazzling smile broke from Peter, it gripped Jo tightly in her breast. No smile had ever done that to her before. Sometimes she decided that she didn’t like that.
There was a loud wail from Peter’s phone, and Jo giggled at him as he tugged up his pants and stumbled over to answer it.
"Yeah!" Peter gasped into the phone. "Shit, shit, I just lost track of time. ....Yeah....well I can’t if you’re keeping me on the phone can I? Yeah.....no my phone’s been off the hook I just turned it on.....No shit! ...When? ...This morning?.....Well it was an optional practice wasn’t it?.......Is she OK?....What the fu.....Did they catch him?...Oh if I get my hands on that.....yeah, yeah, alright I’m out the door!"
Jo slid out of the doorway, not getting up as Peter finished zipping up his fly and gathering his belongings, he now had a red, tight-lipped expression on his face. One Jo had never seen before, it changed his demeanor completely, it made him look more like a mature man.
"What happened?" Jo asked.
"That son of a bitch attacked a couple wives and Noter’s girl at the Roy house this morning," Peter said breathlessly. "They didn’t catch him....dumb shit."
"Oh my God!" Jo gasped. "Are they OK?"
"Yeah," Peter said nodding his head. "They’re fine. Look, I’m late I’ll see you after the game."
Jo leaned back against the wall, still sitting on the carpet. She felt suddenly tired and worn raw, as if Peter had drained all of her energy and he was taking it with him. She
tugged her skirt down around her knees and quietly accepted Peter’s kiss on her forehead.
"I’ll put on a show for you," he murmured.
Jo weakly nodded and shooed him away with a limp hand.
It was too early to say she was in love. Jo decided that almost immediately, but she knew she was hooked. Gloriously, fiendishly, erotically hooked on this pale, wolfish, charmingly boyish man. And she still knew barely an important thing about him! Who cared! He made her feel things she never knew a woman’s body could feel. He was so impossibly dirty; it gave her glorious nightmares.
As she strolled into the Pepsi Center she kept thinking of him, of the way he laughed so easily and the way his lips felt as they trailed up her spine. Just the thought was causing the soft hairs on the back of her neck to prickle. Jo smiled.
I must be cured! She thought to herself as she smiled a hello to that darling, chirpy, hockey wife Debbie Sakic and her handsome.....but really bland husband Joe. There’s no other explanation for it! I only have eyes, have kisses, have moans for Peter! I’m not thinking of anything else, I’m not thinking of anyone else. What more could I possibly want?
Jo plopped down on the impossibly cozy luxury box seat and sighed, "Hello Debbie."
Debbie smiled again, sliding her cute little son onto her husband’s lap. "Hello Jo, I missed you last game! And I know Peter was disappointed too!"
Jo shrugged. "Eh," was all she said.
"Daddy I want cotton candy!" Mitchell begged.
"Aw-right," Joe said with a groan in his voice as he stood up, swinging Mitchell in the air. "We’ll get ya a cotton candy."
"Oh, honey get me a water, please?" Debbie asked.
Jo yawned and fought hard to keep her eyes open. She really wasn’t getting decent sleep hours. She was still in mid-yawn when Debbie looked at her with that big smile. "You weren’t here last time, you missed Mimi! I was hoping you two could meet."
"Mimi?" Jo asked. "What?"
"Oh," Debbie said, "Michele, she’s a doll. Oh but be nice to her today, she went through a horrible experience, some man..."
"I heard," Jo answered. "That’s awful, what’s up with that?"
Debbie frowned. "I can’t understand it...in broad daylight too."
"Why didn’t I meet...Mimi, last time I was here?" Jo asked.
"Her husband’s the starting goalie," Debbie said as she leaned over and scooped up one of her chubby twins. "When he’s playing she usually sits near the glass so she can see him better. He’s not playing today."
Jo nodded and stifled another yawn that made her eyes water. I need a nap! she thought. There is no possible way that I can stay awake! Ooooh I need..........her! Even though she hadn’t said a word out loud, Jo’s blood ran cold and she gripped the arm of her chair when that woman walked into the luxury box. She was older than Debbie, scrawny, blond, and with wonderfully blue eyes. Jo’s heart stopped. No! she thought. No!
This isn’t fair!
"Mimi!" Debbie cried and she jumped up from her seat, swinging her son onto her hip and trotting to the blond woman.
"Oooh, Debbie," Mimi purred in a somewhat low, and absolutely glorious French accent, before she kissed Debbie on her cheek and gave her a big hug.
Jo bit her lip and looked away. No! she thought again. No! I’m straight! I’m straight! I’m having animal sex with Peter Forsberg a Swedish hunk of man-god meat! What do I care about some skinny, French biddy!
Jo swallowed and forced a wobbly smile to the women when Debbie chimed, "Mimi meet, Josefina, Jo, Mimi."
"Hi," Jo whispered.
Mimi raised her eyebrows and smiled brilliantly, a little crookedly. "Hello, Josefina," she said. "Lovely to meet you."
Jo’s pulse raced when Mimi reached forward and clasped her hand lightly in her own.
"Oh, hello Jana!" Debbie said to the almost albino pale slip of a girl that had come in with Mimi. "I bet Mitchell will share his cotton candy with you."
"My bear sneeeeeeezes!" the little girl said with a grin as she held up her fluffy teddy-bear and squeezed a sneeze out of it for Debbie.
Debbie laughed and hugged Jana.
Jo looked back at Mimi. "Is she your daughter?" she asked.
Mimi nodded. "Mmm-hmm. Little devil, she is."
Jo smiled. "I thought mother’s called their daughters angels!" she said.
Mimi shook her head, brushing a frosty blond lick of hair from her face. Her eyes glinted positively gorgeously. "Non," she said. "She is a devil. And you....."
"Me?" Jo asked nervously.
"Oui," Mimi said, almost causing Jo to melt. "Oui, you are a devil too I assume. Keeping Peter away from all of us, when all we wedded females can hope is to gaze at him for only a moment. And here you are, making him late so much! Getting him in trouble, so scandalous nes pas?"
Jo’s mouth dropped open a bit. She knew she was going to faint.
Mimi laughed, passing her soft palm over Jo’s cheek, bringing out the deepest trembles within her. "I am only teasing, you know. But let me tell you my friend, just between you and me, I think Peter is enamored with you."
Jo raised her eyebrows and sucked in her bottom lip as Mimi turned back to Debbie, chattering to her about the horrors she had gone through during the day. This isn’t fair! Jo kept thinking.
"Hello!" the little girl, Jana said to Jo, tugging on her skirt.
Jo looked down at the pale creature with that horrible black eye. "Oooh, hello honey, where’d ya get that shiner?"
Jana grinned. "A puck hit me! And I didn’t cry! Meet Sneezy Bear!"
"Cute," Jo said, absent mindedly, patting Jana on her head.
This is a tragedy! Jo thought, running her hand over her belly and stealing another glance at the French woman. Peter how could I be like this when I have you!
Her torture only compounded when she began to notice how soft Debbie Sakic’s lips seemed to be and how pretty her smile was. And it got worse. A positively beautiful young man came strutting into the box, gripping onto a gorgeous young woman with kitten green eyes. Hockey wives and girlfriends, were they all like this?! Did she even want to meet the rest of them?
Jo groaned and slumped back onto her seat. She could smell some delicious scent wafting off Mimi. This was gonna be a long night.
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