Barefoot Blue Jean Night
Chapter 4
The boys win the game by a huge margin. Tammy and I hit it off during that time and make plans to hang out sometime later during the week for shopping and some lunch. She seems really nice and I hope Nathan is as nice as she is.
Both of us are laughing at something when we make our way downstairs to the locker room.
“Women coming through.” Tammy shouts at the door. She moves to open it but it doesn’t budge. She then bangs on the door.
“Open up the damn door, Looch. I know it’s you.”
“What are you gonna do about it?” I can hear the smirk in his voice.
“I’m going to call Britney and let her know what a meanie you’re being and she will easily withhold sex from you for me. And such a shame too, since you guys won and all...” The smirk on Tammy’s face was growing by the second.
She waits 5 seconds before pushing on the door again.
Magically, it opens.
She laughs at the player I assume is Looch.
“So sad, Milan. You’re such a horndog. I didn’t even have my phone on me.”
“Yeah well....fuck you.” He dismisses her and she laughs.
“Hey, watch the language. That’s my wife you’re talking to.” Nathan Horton walks up and kisses Tammy ever so gently.
“Well, well...who is this lovely creature with you, my darling?”
Suddenly everyones eyes are on me. The only person I look for is Tyler. He has a smirk on his face. It’s a smirk that says, “Yeah, that’s my girlfriend.”
I throw him a look. I want him to play along with everything.
I shake Nathan’s hand. “Hi, I’m Lauren.”
“Nice to meet you. I hope you don’t mind me asking, but who are you here with?”
I glance around. The guys are pretty much all either showered and dressed or half naked with only towels hanging from their waist.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” I smirk.
I can hear the laughter of some of the guys.
“I would like to know.” Brad Marchand walks up to me, easily running his eyes up and down my body, then shakes my hand.
“Nice to meet you, gorgeous, I’m Brad Marchand.”
“First of all, you’re like 12, so don’t even think about it,” the room erupts in laughter, many chirping on their teammate for being called out. “And second, it wouldn’t ever happen, so don’t bother trying and lastly, I’m spoken for.”
He shrugs his shoulders as another teammate pushes their way through.
“Patrice Bergeron. Nice to meet you, and don’t worry about Marchy. He’s just cranky he didn’t score tonight.”
Patrice was not bad looking, but definitely no Tyler.
I looked over at Tyler. He still seemed amused by the whole commotion.
“No fucking way. That can’t be right.” I look to see Brad has my pass in between his fingers, staring at the laminated piece of paper.
“Upset he got to me first, Marchand?” I smirked at Brad.
He drops the pass and walks away, muttering swear words under his breath.
Tyler throws his suit jacket over his shoulder, leaving it hanging off his finger. He saunters over to me and wraps a very muscular arm around my neck.
“Ready to go, babe?” He smirks and steals a kiss on the lips.
“Are you for real?” Milan Lucic walks up with a look of shock across his face.
Tyler simply shrugs and nods his head.
“What can I say? The boy’s got game.” I stole a kiss from Tyler’s lips.
“Dude, why didn’t you tell me you were bangin’ that?” Milan points to me.
On one hand, I was mad that Tyler never mentioned me before, but on the other hand, I was extremely happy that Tyler hadn’t reduced me to locker room banter.
He still surprises me all the time with his maturity (well, I excused the cup celebration, because he won the Stanley Cup with his team in his rookie year at 19, and let’s face it- the boy is only 19) and I hope I never forget the effort he puts forth to be that way for me.
“Because I’m more mature than most of you when it comes to talking about women, and I also am not reducing her to locker room talk. We’ve been together almost 6 months now, and none of you have even cared enough to ask.”
Tyler’s smile faded slowly.
“Sorry, Segs. We’re proud you’re banging that!” Milan shouted with laughter.
It was hard not to laugh. The energy and cheerfulness of Milan was contagious.
“Anyway, we’ve got to get going. We have some plans.” I smiled, patting Tyler’s chest lightly.
“Yeah, plans my ass.” Brad scoffed. “Ty’s going home to have sex with his smokin’ hot girlfriend, while I get to go home to my hand and some paperview porn.”
