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“I’m just saying you need to give yourself a break, you are exhausting yourself mentally and physically.”

“You just don’t understand, this is everything.” He paced his room, running a hand through his messy curls one too many times.

“I know hockey is everything to you Garrett, but you are going to burn out eventually.” You reached out to touch is arm, but he jerked away from you and shook his head.

“Just leave, please. I don’t need this right now. You’re just distracting me, okay. That’s the last thing I fucking need.”

Silence filled the room.

“Fuck you, Garrett.”

You left with a burning sensation behind your eyes, but you didn’t look back. If he wanted space then you’d give it to him. You made sure to turn your phone on dnd and not send him any encouraging messages like you always did before his games. You still showed up though. For him you always showed up.

His nostrils flared through his helmet as he clenched his fists through the gloves. They were down a point against their upcoming rivals. The stakes were high and you knew Garrett was holding the weight of the team on his shoulders. So when the other team scored the winning goal and Garrett chucked his helmet against the glass, you stayed in your seat and waited.

“You sure you’ll be okay, babes?” Allie looked down out you, a worried expression covering her features.

You nodded. “We need to talk.”

She gave you one last encouraging smile and made her way down the stairs where Dean waited with an outstretched hand. You took a deep breath and made your way towards the now vacant locker rooms.

A startled breath escaped you when a pair of large hands planted themselves on your waist and you were pulled back into a hard chest.

“Garrett?” You whispered.

You melted against him when he squeezed your waist and attached his lips to your neck. Your eyes fluttered and a soft moan fell from your lips.

“Where’s my bunny been, hm?” His teeth nibbled along your ear. “You’ve been avoiding my messages, haven’t come to one practice, you’ve been avoiding me.” He said in a deep resonating tone.

You were full blown under Garrett Grahams spell. He spun you around so you were facing him and crushed his mouth over yours. He wasn’t gentle nor was he taking his time. His hand tangled in your hair and the other cupped the side of your neck. He claimed you in one kiss. Your back hit the lockers, lips still locked in a heated rivalry. Anger, love, sadness all spilled into one. Your hand fisted his hair and yanked hard. He groaned loudly and pulled away first.

“Need you, baby.” His fingers worked on the button of your jeans and you didn’t stop him because you needed this too. You needed him. Garrett yanked your jeans the rest of the way down leaving you in nothing but his jersey.

“Fuck, you’re incredible.” He said lowly, kneeling in front of your parted legs. “Let me show you, bunny, please.”

“Yes, please.” Your hand cupped his cheek and he placed a lingering kiss on your palm. He kissed up your thighs and gently raised your leg over his shoulder.

You let out a loud gasp once his mouth found where you needed him most. Your back arched against the lockers and hands tangle in his damp curls.

“Cum on my face, bunny. I know you want to.” He growled, and your body seized until your orgasm rushed over you. You panted and watched as he stood up and pulled you into a deep kiss. He picked you up and you wrapped your legs around his waist on instinct, sighing against his lips.

“Is this your way of apologizing, Graham?”

His lips twitched, nose brushing against your own as he walked you further into the locker rooms. “I’ll be apologizing for a while, baby. This is just the beginning.” Heat pooled in your stomach when he slowly let you down and reached down to tug the jersey off of you. He peeled his pants off and reached behind you to turn the water on and before you could say anything else, his lips were back on yours.

“Forgive me,” he panted against your mouth. He kissed you harder before you could respond and picked you up once against. He placed you against the cold tile. “Please,” he begged. You nodded and cupped his face.

“Of course I forgive you, baby.” You tangled a hand in his hair and yanked his head back so you could kiss up his neck. He groaned and rolled his hips against your own.

“The real question is how are you going to make it up to me?” You whispered teasingly, licking a stripe up his neck. He leaned his forehead against yours, dark eyes scanning your face. His tip found your entrance and before you could think, he sunk into your warmth and swallowed your moans with a kiss.

He rolled his hips harder and placed a hand behind your head to protect you from the stone tile. His pace became relentless until the only noise was your gasps and his grunts echoing through the quietness off the locker room. His fingers dug into the flesh of your thigh and your nails dragged down the skin on his back.

“Garrett!” You cried and squeezed his waist until your vision went white and mouth fell open in a silent scream.

“Fuck!” His chest rumbled deeply, mouth panting harshly against your neck.

He pressed a gentle kiss against your neck and moved so you were both standing under the warm water.

“Hey Gar?” You mumbled tiredly.

“Hmm?” He ran his hands down your back soothingly, the warm water satiating the ache settling in your bones.

“We should have makeup sex more often.”

A laugh tore from his chest.

“I’m still mad at you.”