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I lose myself to the movements, drowning in thoughts of her. I let her current take me away as I suffocate in the need to have her. Thinking of all the ways I want to worship her body. How much I want to own every inch of her and ruin her for the rest of her life.
Mine.
Minutes pass, and the steam hovers all around me, fogging up the shower as my legs begin to quiver. My muscles tense up, and my climax begins to rise. The image I’ve been trying not to think about this whole time, the one that hasn’t let me go since that night, begins to resurface. The one fantasy I can’t escape and need to scratch again more than anything else…Zoe running in the woods as I chased her down, taking what I wanted from her in that cabin. Fucking her throat as she opened up to me like a good girl. Shoving her face down into the ground with her ass facing the air as I slipped inside her. My balls tighten as the wave of ecstasy rushes through me. My release is like a storm rolling in as ropes of cum begin to shoot onto the shower wall.
Taking in a deep breath, I let go of my dick and press my forehead to the cold tile.
I definitely shouldn’t have gone to see her tonight.
That was a big fucking mistake.
I’m losing control.
CHAPTER 31
ZOE
“Istill can’t believe this is your first hockey game. I could have sworn you went to some of Dom’s games in high school,” Aaron says, waiting for an aha moment that’s not coming because I never attended a single one.
I was never invited.
Aaron holds the car door open, and I refrain from shooting him a scathing glare as I slip inside, gliding across the black leather seats.
“Couldn’t we have just walked? The stadium is only a ten-minute walk from here.”
Aaron closes the door, leaning back in his seat as he runs a hand down his perfectly pressed pea coat.
“Time is money. And I don’t like to waste either one of those things.”
I roll my eyes. “You’re ridiculous. And no, I never went to any of Dom’s games in high school.”
“Yes, you did,” he says point blank.
I let out an exaggerated sigh. “I think I would remember, Aaron. I was never invited.”
“What?” He’s somehow shocked by that.
“Not sure if you remember Dominik back then, but he wasn’t a fan of me. Actually, I don’t think he’s ever liked me very much.”
“I think you’re being a little dramatic, Zoe. Besides, you’ll need to forget all those negative assumptions going into this game tonight if you want to actually make everyone believe you two are dating. This is a friends-to-lovers story.” Aaron leans in, whispering to ensure the driver can’t hear our conversation.
“It could also be an enemies-to-lovers story. That’s more believable.”
Aaron ignores me.
Only Dom, Aaron, Tristan, and I know the truth behind Operation Fake Relationship Rescue. Dom mentioned he wanted to tell his coach, but we all talked him out of it. The less people who know, the smoother this whole thing will go. And if there are any hiccups, the four of us can handle it quickly rather than getting anyone else involved.
I poke Aaron in the ribs, and his eyes widen at the intrusion. Whatever he was about to say vanishes because I touched him. He’s so tightly wound, he needs someone to loosen him up, but his love life is as dry as the Sahara Desert.
Aaron loves to embody the strong, rich, masculine figure all the time. He loves to be in control. But I’m not sure anyone is capable of loosening him up. If anything, he probably gets off on dominating submissive women. If I have kinks, he probably does too. They say it’s genetic. But unlike Aaron, no one knows about my kinks. Especially him, who thinks I’m some fragile little bird who needs to be protected. Someone who is one word away from shattering eternally.
But I broke a long time ago and learned how to put the pieces back together.
For some reason, the image of a young Aaron pops into my head. From the time when he used to scoop dirt into a small, plastic bowl, pour water on it to make a paste, and shovel the entire glob into his mouth. Once you witness your sibling doing something like that, you can never unsee it. Not even if they become a billionaire and only wear clothes with hefty price tags.
Tonight, he’s wearing casual clothing, by his standards of course. Black dress pants and a signed New York Slashers jersey. The signature of the new team captain marked in black ink in the bottom corner of the jersey. For someone with terrible handwriting, Dom’s signature is quite nice.
I’m also wearing a Slashers jersey, given no choice in the matter, with Dom’s name and number on the back. I didn’t tell him that seventeen is my favorite number.
