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“It’s okay Pheebs,” Hunter says, and for some reason, this time, him calling me Pheebs makes me feel something behind my chest that I can’t describe. “I know you hate to give credit where it’s due in my case. I know how good it was. Maybe next time you’ll be able to admit it yourself.”
Next time.
Hunter wants there to be anext time?
DoIwant there to be a next time?
The feeling of anticipation that swells in my chest makes it impossible for me to deny the answer.
“We’ll see about that,” I quip.
“You’re being very haughty for a girl who was just screaming my name,” he says slyly.
I harrumph. “And you’re acting very arrogant for a boy who was down so bad he forbid his teammate from going out with me.”
“That was an act of public service, Pheebs. You didn’t really want him.”
He’s right. I didn’t have any interest in being with Shane.
From the moment he walked back into my life when he and the other guys traipsed into the Ridley community rink at the beginning of the semester, my cocky, arrogant, insufferable, lifelong rival and enemy is the only guy I’ve wanted.
After making me come three times in a row, it feels stupid to try to deny it anymore.
We get dressed, and it doesn’t even feel awkward. It feels comfortable. Even though my cheeks warm as Hunter throws glances at my body while I tug my clothes back on, I never feel like I want to turn away from his gaze.
“See you tomorrow?” I ask as he opens his bedroom door for me.
A smile wraps around his lips and desire flashes in his eyes. “You can fucking bet on it.”
21
HUNTER
It’s a really good thing we don’t have a game for another week. Because my brain doesn’t have a square centimeter of room for anything other than thinking about how fucking incredible it was to be with Phoebe last night.
There’s no way I’ll be able to think of anything else for the next several days. Not even hockey.
I never thought there was anything that could push hockey out of my mind, but that was before I found out that Phoebe Sinclair naked and screaming my name is nowhere near as incredible as I always imagined it would be—it’s a million fucking times better.
I hardly got any sleep last night. Every time I closed my eyes, I could only remember how good her velvety thighs felt against my hips. How good her taut nipples felt against my fingers. How fucking good her mouth tasted. How her pretty pink pussy was like heaven itself.
Not only that—I couldn’t stop thinking of how good it felt to lie next to her after we were finished. How comfortable it felt. How right it felt.
I’ve been a strictly hookup guy all my life. I’ve never wanted a girl to hang around in my bedroom for too long after we both got what we went there for.
But with Phoebe? I didn’t want her to leave.
I wish she could have stayed the night. I would’ve loved nothing more than to fall asleep with her delicate body nestled against me, wrapped up in the crook of my arm, and to wake up with the soft down of her hair covering my bare chest and wait contently to see her eyelids flutter open.
But I didn’t tell her that. I didn’t ask her to stay.
I don’t want to scare her off. I don’t want her thinking I want more than she wants.
I mean, she’s still Phoebe Sinclair. I’m under no illusions. I don’t expect us to fall for each other.
Still … woulda been nice for her to stay over.
My heart leaps into my throat when I spot her across campus.
