Page 16 of The Promise

When I bring my face back to his he swallows, darting out a wet tongue and gripping the nape of my neck, closing the gap between us. The kiss is soft, but deep all at the same time, like he’s marking me with his territory. Callie whistles teasingly behind us and Kyle pulls away, smacking a kiss to the apple of my cheek.

“Text me, ok?” He smiles, mouth pink and swollen as I nod. “Promise?” I twist my pinky around his, where it hangs at his side and he lifts our joined fingers between us. “Promise,” I whisper with a grin and his neck flushes red again.

He untangles our pinky fingers and follows Sean out of my dorm room, stealing one last look at me, before the door falls closed with a click. “That was hot,” Callie says with wide eyes. “So, are you two a thing now?” I claw my hair back into a ponytail. “We’re fucking, if that’s what you mean.”

“Uhmm,” she ponders, twisting a curl around her finger. “This is going to end in tears, you know that right?”

“Why would it?”

“Because,” her eyes roll into her head, as if I'm being a stupid blonde. “One of you will fall in love.”

“Ha,” I bark, scraping back a loose lock of sunshine. “Well, it certainly won’t be me. And anyway, I'm not sure I even believe in love, I think it’s all a delusion.” I waggle my fingers at her, wiggling my eyebrows and she scoffs, fist landing on her hip.

“If you really believe that, then you’ve definitely never been in love.” “Nope,” I bop her nose and grab my water bottle from the side. “And I don’t intend to ever be.”

“Just be careful with Kyle ok? He’s not like Sean used to be.” It’s my turn to scoff now. “Yes, he is, he fucks anything with a pulse.” I don’t believe that, but it doesn’t stop it leaving my lips.

Callie sighs, nudging my hip with her own while she fills her own bottle under the tap. “Yeah, he hooks up quite a lot, but he’s got a soft heart and he’s had a shit start in life. I’ve known him a long time Mol and I just don’t want to see him get hurt.”

I slap a palm to my chest, jaw hanging. “Me? Hurt him?”

“Yes,” Callie lifts her brows again, I swear they’ll get stuck up there one day. “Don’t let him think you and him are anything other than fuck buddies.”

“Why would I? I don’t want anything that even resembles a relationship, that’s why I cut and run the second they so much as hint at emotional exclusivity.” I tighten the lid on my water bottle, slinging my bag over my shoulder. “And anyway, he said he doesn’t want anything either.” Technically he didn’t say that, but Callie doesn’t need to know that. She’ll be lucky if she doesn’t get her nose flicked in a minute, poking it where it’s not wanted. “See,” I point at her, mocking. “He is like Sean.”

Callie’s arms come to cross over her chest. “Sean has the biggest pair of metaphorical balls I’ve ever seen and would have literally hounded me for the rest of my life, until I agreed to go out with him. Kyle and Sean are not the same.”

The two of us head for the front door and I lock it behind us. When we get into the lift, the heavy silence falls between us and I look over to see Callie lost in thought. Her face is paler than usual and her hand lays planted on her lower stomach, like she feels queasy.

My hand falls to her shoulder. “You good?”

“What?” She snaps out of her daydream and the colour returns to her cheeks. “Sorry, yeah, was just in my own world for a minute.” The elevator doors ping open and the two of us brace for the cold. The October wind is whipping at us both, as we cross the lot to my car. We stuff our bags onto the back seat and climb in, shutting out the winter that’s quickly closing in on us.

“Hey, I need to ask,” I say, twisting the key, my engine rumbling to life. “Does Sean have a big dick?”

Callie's eyes pop, a breath crackling in her throat. “Excuse me?” “I’m not talking big,” I demonstrate with my hands, spreading them to around eight inches. “I mean like, monster sized.” I spread them further, my eyebrows lifting. “I need to know if it’s a hockey boy thing, or just a Kyle Davis thing.”

Callie's face is a picture and narrowed, beady eyes assess me for a moment. “How big is Kyle’s?”

“I didn’t get out my measuring tape, but it looked about nine inches,” I breathe one heavy sigh. “And as practiced as I am in the art of sex, even I was trying to keep myself in one piece when he fucked me last night.” “Ok,” Callie holds her eyes closed for a beat, her palms facing me. “I’m only telling you this, because I know Sean wouldn’t mind, he’s very proud of his ‘solider’” she finger quotes, “as he calls it.”

“Ok, spill. How big?”

“9.3.”

“Jesus Cal,” my eyes are wide again, looking at her tiny frame and trying to imagine how the hell she’s not split in two. “You must feel it in your brain.” She pops a shrug. “You get used to it.”

I can’t fucking wait to get used to it.

Chapter 13

Kyle

My legs are battered, not from the two million pucks I’ve had smashed at me today, I have protection from those. But my body is aching, like I ran a marathon without any training and I'm pretty sure that’s down to a combination of wild sex and eight hours of training today.

Molly rocked my world last night, like totally span my head on my shoulders and I was left feeling as dizzy as a kid on a merry-go-round. Best night of my life though, hands down and I’m already itching to see her again. Lieutenant Davis is also eager to explore her beautiful depths again too, sinking into her last night was like a drug and maybe I'm already an addict. Would be ironic, wouldn’t it? With my mum likely sitting at home right now, shooting some heroin into her veins.

I leave my station in goal and zip across the vast expanse of ice, intentionally knocking into Sean and receiving an irritated battering into the plexiglass as a punishment.

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