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CHAPTER22
ETHAN
I didn’t sleep last night. How could I possibly get any decent shut-eye after the way I left things with Mikayla? Shit. The look on her face when I basically rejected her hot little body.
My lame excuse of being in public was derailed by her legit suggestion that we take things somewhere else, so I had to play the hockey card.
Yes, I had an early practice, but still.
I threw everything I had into it, which wasn’t much because I’m exhausted after a restlessno cum, no release, no sexnight. Thank God I could work off some of this energy on the ice, but it’s not enough, and it will never be enough to douse the guilt I feel.
I never should have kissed her again, but the second her lips hit mine, I lost it. Instinct took over, all self-control flying out the window as her tight ass found its home on my cock. When her tits, which fit into my palms like a fucking dream, squished up against my chest. How could I not suck on those sweet nipples? The second I curled my lips around that pink bulb, I was done for.
But not completely.
I don’t know what made my brain kick in. Maybe it was the fact that I became aware that any sleaze could walk past the window and get a clear shot of Mikayla’s tits. The idea of some leering guy checking her out gave me pause, and then my brain snapped into action. I wanted to cover her up, keep her all to myself… which then reminded me that I didn’t have any right to do that because I fucking lost the worst bet in the history of the world.
I’ve got just over two weeks to go. I should be able to manage, but not when Mikayla is right under my nose, smelling divine and making me laugh, and punching right through my chest cavity with one of her smiles.
The second I see her, I?—
Holy shit, she’s right there.
I stop in my tracks, lifting my shades to drink her in as she ambles along the pathway. She seems in no particular hurry to get wherever she’s going, so against my better judgment, I change course and block her way.
“Hi.” I grin.
Her nose wrinkles, and she looks to the ground between us. The crack in the concrete is separating my large black sneakers from her tiny green Converses.
“Hey.” Her voice isn’t snappy but has a sharp edge to it.
I really pissed her off last night, and I feel legit bad about it. Shit, I wish I could tell her. I wish I could break all the damn rules and explain, but if I’m doing that, I may as well crush the big one and give in to my desire.
Clearing my throat, I try to fill the awkward silence, but I’m kind of lost for what to say.
“Well, thanks for that chat.” She bobs her head and goes to scoot around me.
“What chat?”
Her left shoulder hitches. “Well, I don’t know what to call whatever this awkward-as-shit moment is we’re having.”
I sigh and reach for her, but she flinches out of the way.
“I’m not even allowed to touch you now?”
“You don’t want to, so…” There goes that shoulder again, hitching away like it’s got a tick.
I narrow my eyes at her. “I want to.”
“Mm-hm.” She nods but obviously doesn’t believe me, so I step right into her space, bending low to talk directly in her ear.
“I’m sorry about last night, okay? I handled it… badly.”
“Mm-hm.”
“I wanted to explain before you took off, but…” I sigh.
“I get it.” She steps back. “We were in public. Hockey is king. It’s all good, man. Don’t sweat it.”
