Page 5 of The Promise

Oh, ok, he’s going in for the kill immediately. That’s hot as balls and I'm so fucking mad in this moment that I have an agreement with someone else. Someone whose name I can’t even remember, when I'm looking at this fine specimen of a hockey player. The one standing, shuffling his feet in front of me, like I’m the headmaster and he’s been a naughty boy.

I hope he’s a naughty boy.

“With you?” I ask and his eyes shoot up from the ground, piercing into mine with resigned rejection. “Fuck yes,” I breathe and his face brightens, which only serves to make my stomach do a backflip. “But unfortunately, I can’t. You’re hot as sin, but I'm tied into something else right now.” I tap two manicured fingers against his chest, which by the way, is warm and hard and all I want to do is feel it crush me, as he buries me into his mattress. I know I have to leave now, it’s getting uncharacteristically late for me on a school night. I have to be bright eyed and bushy tailed for training tomorrow, or Mike may well make me run the track until my shins snap. But it seems Kyle isn’t done fighting the good fight and I feel his hand wrap around my wrist, as I attempt to walk away from him. “Hey Barbie, can you give me five-seconds to convince you?” He practically pleads and my pussy jumps for joy, she loves to hear a man beg. “Barbie?” I snort a laugh, “That’s original, and anyway you don’t need five-seconds Davis, because there’s nothing you can say to make me break my promise to my own personal rent a dick, aka Ollie Hall.” I sigh, running a finger down his forearm and watching the hairs stand to attention at my touch. “Besides, it’s probably for the best. As hot as you are, you probably have herpes and that’s not something I'm in the market for right now.” I bop his nose once and leave him speechless, swishing away and loving the mass destruction I'm able to cause, just with the natural fuck factor I exude. “Don’t have herpes, but whatever,” Kyle half shouts, half hisses at me, as I saunter away towards the bathroom.

I give my face a quick splash with icy water, squinting at myself in the mirror and running a finger along the dark circles under my eye sockets. I’m still fully fucked from last night’s drinking and I’m suddenly craving my bed and my warm fuzzy socks, that lay in wait for me at home. I take a quick piss and wash my hands, heading in a beeline towards the kitchen to down the remainder of my mocktail before I leave. Of course, I spare a quick glance in Kyle’s direction too, as I drop my glass into the sink that’s currently overflowing with empty cups.

I'm sure poor Jamie Macdonald will be left to scrub those bastards clean tomorrow morning.

Callie’s hand lands on my shoulder, making me jump. “You look like you want to dance with him.”

“I do,” I smile, as Kyle lets out a belly laugh, bumping his shoulder into Sean’s. “Preferably naked,” I spread my hands out in a line, “and horizontal.”

Callie snorts a laugh beside me, resting her chin on my shoulder lovingly. “Why don’t you just end things with Ollie and start fucking Kyle then?” The honest answer is, I don’t know. I should end things with Ollie and explore this new thing that Kyle is offering me. But something is holding me back, and I have no idea what it is. He continues to laugh with Sean, that jaw line looking like it could cut glass, as I mull over Callie’s words. “I don't think I'm totally done with Ollie yet, I have fun with him and he’s the best fuck I’ve had.” I shrug, leaving a kiss on the top of Callie’s head and slinging my jacket across my shoulders. “Although, he does keep pestering me about going on a date with him, even though I’ve told him until I'm blue in the face, that I won’t be doing that.” I huff a sigh and Callie hugs my arm tight. “This thing between us may come to a natural end soon anyway, if he carries on being a simp.”

Callie walks me to the door and I feel a pair of icy blue eyes following me, but I force myself not to turn around and look at him again. I think I’ve tortured him enough for one day.

“I think you should be careful Mol. This whole flirting thing you’ve now got going on with Kyle is dangerous territory if you’re not ending things with Ollie yet.”

I scratch my head, the plait I’ve had in my hair all day sticking out like a thorn bush. “He’s just so irresistible,” I let out a throaty groan, “he’s so cute and nervous around me, it turns me on.”

“I know, I can tell.” Callie flicks her finger at the hardened nipple, that’s protruding so obviously through my white t-shirt, her face twisted into a cheeky grin.

“Ow, you bitch.” I turn away from her, throwing a lazy wave over my shoulder and idling down the pathway of Mac’s huge house. One last glimpse over my shoulder as I clamber into an Uber, leaves me without any doubt in my mind…Kyle wants me.

He stands in the doorway, eyes bouncing between mine, a disappointed frown etched onto his handsome face, as the car whisks me away down the dark street.

Wednesday is here. My favourite day of the week. Hump day. The day that takes us so close, I can almost smell the weekend approaching. Although I don’t plan to do much this weekend, other than fester in my own dirt, as I snuggle on the couch and binge watch the cringiest movies of all time. I’ll likely be alone, as Anais is going to visit her parents and Sean will be attached to Callie like a barnacle as always, leaving no room for me to squeeze in and demand attention from my best friend. I shouldn’t complain though, she still reserves a few slots per week for me to slip into and force her to devote her time to me. She’s taking me to a hockey game tonight. Evening games are my favourite, because it means I can stuff my face with pizza, popcorn or whatever else I can get my hands on, then collapse into bed the moment I step foot in my dorm. A thump on my bedroom door makes my heart crash into my ribcage.

“What princess?” I yell, knowing Callie’s impatient expression is burning a hole through the wood. I’m almost finished plaiting my hair, the longer the platinum locks grow, the harder it is to braid it myself. I consider asking her to do it for me, but I'm already making us late, so she’d probably yank at it on purpose. I quickly wrap a hair tie around the end, slinging it over my shoulder like a sack of potatoes and grabbing my shit from my bed, cramming it into the nearest handbag I can find. I barrel out of my bedroom door and almost collide head first with a very stroppy Callie, who leans against the wall in the hallway, eyebrows pulled into a scowl. Her emerald eyes are scarier than usual and I hold my hands up in surrender. “Remember how much you love me, your best friend…” I approach her slowly, like she’s a rabid animal who has a taste for my blood. “And you want me to look hot for Kyle right?”

Her face softens into a smirk and she drags her eyes off me. “Yeah, ok, fine, you win on this occasion. But make me late to a game again and I'll cut that jersey in half when you’re sleeping.” She jabs a finger through the air at me and I skip towards her, encasing her in a hug, sucking her strawberry scent into my nostrils.

“You’d never do that, you’d upset Nicky.” I smile, waiting for her eye roll. Ah, there is it.

“I’d love to upset ‘Nicky,’” she finger quotes and my throat lets out another laugh. Pissing off my best friend is one of my favourite and most practiced hobbies.

Callie and Nick Andersen do not get along at all. So when I came home with an ‘Andersen, number 33' jersey about a year ago, Callie lost her shit, begging me to wear any other player’s jersey but his. Now I wear the thing solely to get a rise out of her every time she takes me to a game. I'm surprised she hasn’t banned me from that rink by now.

I shrug, dropping an arm over Callie’s shoulder and pulling her out of the dorm with me. “Nick let me keep this after we…you know…” I wiggle my eyebrows at her and she groans, sliding out of my grip and forcing a gag. “I know he’s kind of hot in that tattooed, huge, muscular, brooding kind of way…” she muses and I titter. “But I can’t believe you let that guy into your magic kingdom, he’s such a man whore, he’s probably carrying at least five diseases down there.”

I tickle Callie’s middle and she squeals, jumping away from me as we walk down the hallway. The two of us scurry out of the lobby and into a taxi, that takes us directly to the rink.

When we eventually take our seats, the warm ups have already begun and Callie’s grumpy with me again, after I made us wait in a line for almost ten minutes. I needed to curb my salty popcorn craving, sue me.

I nudge her in the ribs and point to where Sean and Kyle are tussling like overexcited toddlers who’ve raided the sweet drawer. Callie’s face lights up as always when she spots her man, and within seconds he’s caught her gaze, zipping across the ice to land with a smack against the plexiglass. He blows her a kiss and she clamps her mouth closed, flipping him the finger, which earns her a bellowed laugh before Sean skates away. Their relationship is heavily based on sarcasm, the two of them bouncing off each other and constantly firing insults through the air.

In a loving way though, of course.

Those two love each other more than anyone else I’ve ever known and watching them together gives me gooey feelings in my stomach. I look down into my XXL tub of popcorn and shove a fistful into my mouth, humming happily, before my peace is interrupted by Callie’s elbow digging into my side.

“What? I’m trying to enjoy my snack in peace before the game starts.” “Look who’s here to see you.” Callie mutters, a sneaky smirk in her voice. And as I peel my eyes away from my salty treat, I see a pair of bright blue ones staring back at me. Kyle stands at the glass, his hands planted on it as he watches me, his face cracking into a smile that makes my vagina dance. I purse my lips and cross one leg over the other. “What Davis? You want my attention?”

“Yes…please.” He coos, a streak of bashfulness filtering through the beam he wears stretched across his chiseled face.

“Desperation looks hot on you,” I flutter my lashes and watch him gulp heavily, the smile faltering and being quickly replaced with a sultry look that makes my stomach lurch.

He wants me, just as much as I want him and I’m totally revelling in it. His eyes drop to my stomach, the hem of my jersey is bunched up and sits just above my jewelled bellybutton. His eyes fix on the blue gem for a moment, a soft lip coming between his teeth. When they eventually track back up my body, landing on my face again, he breaks into another soft smile. He mouths, ‘that’s hot’ and gestures to the dangly stone that hangs from my stomach. I wink at him playfully, as he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth a second time and zips away across the ice to finish his warm up. My poor pussy is aching for him, begging him to pull my bellybutton gem between his teeth as he fucks me with his fingers and makes my vision explode.

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