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I open my eyes, arch my back, and this time, the sky is painted with colors. When my eyes roll back in my head, comets streak under my lids. “I’m com… I’m coming. Oh God. Feels.”
My legs clamp against ears as pleasure washes over me. Sexual desires take over my body and mind.
He picks me off the hood, my boneless body can’t help him. He leans me against the Jeep, and I fall to my knees. “Perfect. Exactly how I want you. I’m cashing in on my winnings. Take your sweater off. Now,” he demands.
I’m spent, unable to lift it over my head. Why did I wear such a bulky sweater? He jerks it the rest of the way, discarding it onto the dead grass and doesn’t bother with the camisole.
He drops his own pants and fists himself. My face is inches away from one glorious erection. It has a bead of precum glistening in the moonlight. He reaches between my legs, soaking up some of my wetness and smears it on himself.
I swallow hard, it’s so fucking sexy. He’s not asking anything of me. Does he want me to suck him off? Cause I have zero experience, and he seems to have all the answers. His movements get faster.
“Fuck, Brooke. I’m…”
Seeing him unfurl layers of desire has me rubbing myself in front of him.
“Where do you want…”
But I ask, “Where have you been my whole life?” Because I never knew it could feel this way.
His cum spurts all over my black, tight camisole. His head falls back, and he loses his direction. It’s everywhere. Then he drops to the ground, and the inferno is replaced with easy, overlapping kisses.
Chapter Five
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Slashing through the ice, my teammates can’t keep up with me today. My vision is sharper, almost like I’m anticipating the pass two seconds before it comes. I’m in the right place at the right time. Every. Single Time.
“Bauer, shower, then see me in my office.”
The guys tap their sticks against the concrete floor as a show of appreciation of how well I skated today. I’m usually a broody son of a gun, and it feels nice to smile. And although I try to keep it to a minimum, inside, I’m smiling like a fucking clown.
“Did you tap one of the cheerleaders last night?” John Basilio asks. He’s the Godfather of the team. When you fuck up at practice or a game, it’s his ring you have to kiss. I’m not kidding; it’s a real fucking championship ring. His dad is in the NHL Hall of Fame. His dad has so many championships, he can’t wear them all, so John wears his Frozen Four ring.
John and I have more in common than he knows. He was kicked off Galena U’s team his freshman year for driving under the influence—twice. I recently got my license for the first time. At my former college, I didn’t need it. It was an elite hockey program, and we had drivers. Literally, the boosters paid for the hockey players to go out, get fucked up, and had drivers take us home. And in high school, I never had a chance to practice.
“Bauer?” the Godfather asks, rattling me from my thoughts.
“Oh, no. I’m a little too rough around the edges for that crowd. But I did go to the football bonfire. I thought you assholes were coming.”
“We were walking out the door with Daily, and three other puck bunnies showed up. We stayed at the house and played strip poker. You missed out,” John makes a gesture about getting a blow job.
Don’t worry, I was thoroughly entertained.
“I needed to be with Harper until Logan got there.” Most of my teammates know all of my roommates. We had several parties over the summer up through the first few football games of the season. Then Logan and Harper split, so the parties moved to the baseball house or the hockey complex.
“I really don’t understand your relationship with his girlfriend.”
“That’s because it’s none of your business.” And they’ll never understand why Harper and Hagan mean so much to me. Otherwise, no one would want me as a teammate, much less a friend. If they found out why I left boarding school, it would be the end.
The chatter stops, and the locker room gets quiet. No one snaps at the Godfather. I throw my gear in the locker and close it. “Listen, I need to shower. Coach wants to see me. Harper is pregnant, and I promised Logan and her brother Hagan that I would watch out for her. That’s all.” Harper and I had some long talks before she and Logan got back together.
He nods, squirrelling his mouth to one side.
I take a quick shower, knowing I’ll take another one when I get home, then head into Coach’s office.
“Coach.” He looks up from his black metal desk. Stallions hockey moved to NCAA Division I five years ago, so the coach’s office isn’t nearly as fancy as Broadhurst University where I was playing before. Modest metal bookshelves, one window, and zero championship trophies.
The coach’s office at Broadhurst U was covered in conference championship plaques, photos with players who are now in the NHL, and countless Coach of the Year trophies.
