Page 20 of The Promise

Callie and Anais’ laughter sparks a ripple of my own. God, that feisty blonde gets me going in a way nobody else ever has and even when she’s mad at me — like right now — I still can’t help but want to tease her some more. For now though I'll let her play with her pocket rocket and make herself happy, before I call her later and beg for her forgiveness, which I know she won’t be able to resist. The two of us are like horny teenagers and have been spending almost everyday together for the past few weeks. We’ve been painting each other with orgasm after orgasm, before flopping down and falling asleep with our legs tangled.

Kyle:

‘You done being dramatic?’

Is the text I eventually shoot off a couple of hours later, when I know Molly will have gotten her frustration with me out on her pink, battery powered boyfriend.

Molly:

‘Literally never,’

Then she adds more,

Molly:

‘And I'm still not talking to you.’ She responds and my face crinkles into a smile when I think about her still stomping around her dorm in a huff with me, probably cursing my name under her breath.

Kyle:

‘Shall I come over and finish the job?’

I tease, knowing full well she will have done that herself by now. But for some reason, taunting her and getting her all riled up is addictive and I can’t stop myself. There’s a flutter in the pit of my stomach when my phone lights up with her reply.

Molly:

‘Already finished it for you. If you can’t handle the heat, then get out of the kitchen Davis.’

I grin so widely it hurts as I type out my response, already wiggling my feet into my shoes, ready to head over to her.

Kyle:

‘I just finished cooking a delicious salmon and now I'm coming over for dessert. *Devil emoji*’

Molly:

‘You better bring some food with you, otherwise don’t bother begging your way into my magic kingdom.’

I grab my keys and a Tupperware of leftover honey glazed salmon for Molly, heading for my car.

Kyle:

‘Food is the way to your heart huh? Noted.’

Molly:

‘Not my heart, there’s no way anyone can unlock that bad boy. But getting into my pants? Sure, food works.’

I smile to myself as I start the car and drop my phone into my pocket, but I can’t ignore the ache in my chest that gallops along with my heart as I try to squash down the words Molly just said. They’re irrelevant really because I’m not in love with her, of course not, that’s insane. I’ve only know her for two months and I—I…My god, I'm even stuttering in my own head now. I shake my mind free of it’s whacky thoughts and fly down the road towards Molly’s dorm, eager to satisfy the throbbing in my pants that’s been bothering me since this afternoon when she kicked me out.

The scattering of pucks onto the ice hauls my attention back to my training session. The last week has been chaotic to say the least, my mind spinning from the weight of my packed schedule and I’ve only been able to see Molly twice this week, which is making me extra grumpy. I’m extremely highly strung today, hoping to get off early and fly over to her dorm before I go home and get an early night in preparation for our game tomorrow. Sean lands a smack on the back of my helmet as he whips past the goal. “Davis man, focus, I'm going to absolutely destroy you if you keep daydreaming.”

I pull my mind back to the game, sinking into position and watching the puck zip across the ice towards me. Sean passes it to Nick, his stick cracking against it with the force of his hit, Nick passes it back to Sean and the puck goes flying towards me at close range. I snap my knees together, falling to the ground and the puck bounces off my shins, sliding back across the ice to Lewis. He rewards me with a slow clap for saving the first of Sean’s attempts to rile me up today.

Sean is our captain and of course, being my best friend, he likes to pick on me the most, taunting and teasing me into getting fiery and therefore often saving more goals. It’s a tactic of his to keep me on form, but I think he actually enjoys it too, watching the red burn my cheeks and neck as the adrenaline pumps through me. It works though, almost always helping me stay laser focused and being the building block that eventually carries us to victory.

When I finally pull the sweaty helmet from my head it’s almost 6pm and with a grunt, I yank my skates off my feet in the locker rooms, shoving my shit into my bag.

Sean clicks his locker open next to me, noting my less than happy expression. “You’re a grumpy fucker today, what’s up? Molly not been keeping you satisfied lately?”

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