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My breathing turns ragged in the steam, and I shiver as arousal pools in my groin. Cum shoots across the tub and shower wall while my ass clenches so fucking hard I cry out in agonizing pleasure.
My orgasm goes on forever, draining all the energy in my body until I’m weak and panting. It takes several minutes for me to be able to stand without leaning on the wall and remove the plug. I get it rinsed off and clean myself again before turning off the water and grabbing a towel. Sleep pulls at my eyelids, and I crash face first onto my bed in nothing but a towel and pass out.
* * *
Someone slaps my bare asshard,and I jerk up on my hands to glare at Jeremy who has a shit-eating grin on his face.
“What the fuck, dude?” I start to sit up and realize I’m naked. Fuck. The towel I had on apparently came untied. I guess it’s better that he found me ass up instead of the other way.
“Time for practice. Let’s go.”
I grumble and rub my hand over my face.
“I’m coming.” I sit up and cover my lap with the towel, then look around the room but don’t see any evidence of Brendon. “You see Brendon today?”
Jeremy lifts an eyebrow at me and looks at our friend’s bed before answering. “No, I haven’t. Not since the gym this morning. Why?” He moves to the bed and picks up the bear, then reads the note. He shows me the message with a questioning brow.
“He’s got himself a fan,” I grumble with a huff, then answer his question. “I don’t know. He’s been weird.”
“Like weirder than normal?” Jeremy shoves his hands in his pockets and leans against the desk.
“Yeah.” Fuck it, I don’t care if Jeremy sees my ass. He’s seen it before.
I get up and start pulling on clothes.
“He went to a frat party.” I shove my arms through my shirt. “Have you ever heard him mention he wanted to go to one?”
“Uh, no. He’s never said anything to me about it.”
I grab my socks and shoes, then sit on the bed to pull them on.
“How was it? Was he crazy?” Jeremy asks.
“I didn’t go.” I shrug like it doesn’t bother me, but it does. It stings. “He didn’t want me to.”
It’s quiet in the room as that sinks in. When I stand, Jeremy is looking at me like he doesn’t believe the words that just came out of my mouth.
“What? Did you guys get into a fight or something?”
We leave the room and head downstairs, continuing our conversation.
“No.” I don’t want to tell Jeremy the story he told me. I can’t break that trust, but I don’t know who else to talk to. Jeremy is the only one here that knows him.
“Weird.”
The cold air of the rink blasts us as we step through the door and hurry to the locker room to get our gear on. The locker room is loud with the chatter of our teammates. It’s such a familiar sound that I barely notice it anymore. Hockey and locker rooms have been a huge part of my life for so long that I don’t know what life looks like without it.
I love that my grandparents care about hockey. They used to come to all my home games and travel if it was close enough. They have team gear from all the different ones I was a part of over the years. They’re my biggest supporters, and I don’t know where I would be without them believing in me, but I wish Dad gave a shit. I don’t remember if he used to come to games when I was little or not, but I definitely don’t have any memories of him coming. What will it take to make him proud? To get his attention?
When I get to my cubby, Brendon is already pulling on his skates. There’s an awkward vibe around him, but I’m not sure why. Did I do something? Did Nikki do something?
Jeremy walks past him and pats his shoulder. “Hey, man, plans after practice?”
“I’ve got homework,” Brendon mumbles back without looking up, then grabs his stuff and heads out to the ice.What the fuck was that?
“Okay, yeah, he’s being weird.” Jeremy watches him leave with a concerned expression on his face.
Out on the ice, we do some drills, Carmichael telling us how lazy and slow we all are, while Brendon puts on that dumb-ass smile and starts screwing around. All while not looking at me. It’s one of the first practices Carmichael has been back on the ice for. He can’t do scrimmages or any full contact drills, but he can do everything else as long as he’s careful.
