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“You wet for me, Rye?”
I nod, sliding my hands up his shirt and over his abs. Yanking up until the tight fabric peels away, leaving him shirtless.
“Are you wearing a friendship bracelet?” I ask, the flash of color on his wrist drawing my attention.
“Yeah. It’s a long story involving Conor, a crush, and a bus ride. Actually…” He tilts his head. “It’s not that long. Conor had the stuff because the sister of one of his PeeWee players has a crush on him. He was making one on the bus, and I was bored. Hart’s been wearing his ever since and kept asking why I wasn’t wearing mine.” Aidan rolls his eyes.
Stringing beads isnotwhat I pictured my dad’s players doing before games.
“Here,” Aidan says, slipping the bracelet off his wrist and onto mine. “Better gift than homework, right?”
It’s too big, slipping down almost to my knuckles. But as I finger the beads, smiling when I see the three and the four that must be because of his jersey number, I know there’s no chance I’ll be taking it off anytime soon. “Right.”
I rise up again to kiss him. A steady throb starts between my legs when his hands land on my ribs, moving across my back until he finds the clasp of my bra and flicks it free.
We’ve had sex several times now, and it still feels different every time.
It’shim, I guess.
My body reacts to Aidan in a way it never has to anyone else, and maybe that’s how every girl he hooks up with feels. But he’s inmybedroom right now, not anyone else’s.
I reach for the waistband of his pants, but Aidan pushes my hand away.
“Nah, you’re not touching my dick until you’ve come at least once.”
I shiver at the way he says that. At the way he makes me feel like my pleasure is a priority, not a chore.
“Hang on,” I tell him, turning on my Bluetooth speaker and picking a random playlist. The game wasn’t on that loud, and they’re probably all listening to our “studying.”
Aidan tugs down my jeans roughly, leaving me in just my underwear. He slaps my ass hard enough to make me jump and loudly enough to make me glad I turned on the music. “Get on the bed.”
“We’re using a bed again? How boring.”
He spanks me again, and I’m surprised how much I like it. The sharp sting fades into a glowing warmth that spreads, igniting my entire body.
When I still don’t move, he picks me up and tosses me on the bed.
Breath leaves me in a rapid rush as I land spread eagle, sinking against the soft comforter.
“You should have turned the music up louder,” Aidan says conversationally, then spreads my thighs and lowers his mouth.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
AIDAN
Twenty-five expectant faces stare up at me.
When Hart asked me to step in for him at PeeWee practice this week, I didn’t think agreeing would be a big deal. According to Conor, the team’s actual coach, Josh Cassidy, handles all the logistics of drills and Conor’s job is just to retrieve wayward pucks and help kids who are having extra trouble.
I’ll never know if that was a lie or not, because when I showed up to assist, I learned that Coach Cassidy came down with a stomach bug and so the sole authority figure on the ice is…me.
When Hart gets back from wherever the hell he was going on his class trip—I was texting Rylan and not really paying attention at the time—he’s going to get an earful. This is not what I signed on for.
But there’s nothing I can do about it now.
It was either run the practice myself or tell a couple dozen little kids who already had several pounds of equipment on that they wouldn’t get to skate today.
“Let’s start with laps,” I announce. “Just…yeah. Skate in circles.”
