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Ever since Phoebe let it slip that she wishes I could give her her first orgasm, other women might as well not exist for me.
It’s crazy. Honestly, it should worry me. Because even if—not if,when—Phoebe lets me give her what I know she wants, I know it’ll only be a short-term thing. That’s all it could be.
But until that happens, I’ve got a one-track mind where women are concerned. And as beautiful as I know the girl next to me is, she’s going to have to find someone else to warm her bed tonight.
Luckily for her, I’m pretty damn sure it’s not going to be a difficult task.
“Hey, Hunter. Great game,” she says, her voice a syrupy coo.
“Thanks,” I answer. “You know who else had a great game? Aaron.” I nod in his direction. The guy’s a little bit reserved, not really confident around women yet, and I want to give him a layup. “Hey, Aaron,” I shout to get his attention, then tilt my head back to call him over when he looks.
“Aaron, this is …” I shoot a quizzical look to the blonde by my side, who still looks a bit taken aback that I’m not all over her.
“Cindy …”
“Aaron, this is Cindy,” I say. “Cindy, this is Aaron. Our goalie. Kid’s a stud in the net—and elsewhere, or so I hear.” I wink, and I don’t miss the way Aaron’s cheeks flush red. I pick up my beer and finish it in a big chug. “I’ve gotta go get another drink. You two get to know each other.”
I push up from my seat and head to the bar, weaving through the crowd. Once I get a couple paces away, I look back, and a smile warms my cheeks and I see Aaron and Cindy talking. Aaron still looks a little awkward, but Cindy’s giving him the kind of fuck-me eyes that she had trained on me moments ago.
I wouldn’t be surprised if I wake up at the Ice Box tomorrow to find that Aaron spent the night elsewhere.
At the bar, I order another beer. The bartender’s also throwing some steamy looks at me, and she’s pretty cute herself, but she’s not the girl who’s on my mind.
When I get my drink, I take a sip of it to lower the level of the liquid and turn to walk back to my boys—and then my eyes fall on the girl whoison my mind.
Phoebe’s here.
And she’s talking with someone. Another man.
My chest tightens, jealousy and possessiveness tipping into my bloodstream and flowing through me until my grip is so tight around my glass that I’m worried I’ll shatter it.
I eye up the guy she’s talking to. He’s only about an inch taller than her, built like a beanstalk. His hair is shaggy and unkempt, and not in a good way like mine is. He’s got zero fashion sense, dressed like a total schmuck.
Phoebe thinks she can get me off her mind by talking to a guy like him?
Ha. Unlikely. I bet he can’t even make her laugh?—
Shit, she’s laughing.
It’s not right how much I don’t like seeing other men make her laugh.
It’s not like I don’t want her to laugh, period. Laughter is good. It means she’s happy. I just wish I could make her laugh like that. Not sarcastically, not derisively, but genuinely.
Ever since that first silly, childish joke I made to her when we met on the ice rink when we were kids, I’ve never been able to make her laugh the way I want her to.
Well, if I can’t be the man to make her laugh, I’ll damn sure be the man to make her come. If I can’t make her laugh, I’ll make her moan and scream in pleasure while the orgasm her ex could never give her rips through her supple, nude body underneath me.
I can feel my dick pressing against my jeans. I need to push that last thought from my mind before I bump into someone in this crowded bar and they get the wrong idea.
The guy she’s talking to takes the can of White Claw out of her hand and walks over to the bar, I’m assuming to get them another round of drinks, leaving her alone for a minute.
Before I even think about it, my feet are carrying me in her direction.
For one, I want to make sure she’s okay. I know the effect that parties can have on her, and I want to make sure she’s not feeling the same thing here, and that she’s not self-medicating again to try to push through it.
“Pheebs,” I open casually, resting my forearms against the top of her table.
“Hunter. Hey.” Her eyebrows are high, surprised to see me. It’s funny how much her whole energy has changed around me ever since that night I carried her home.
