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The little voice in my head cackles like a bitch because we both know that we shouldn’t read too much into this invitation to stay.

We also both know that I’m a relationship type of girl and that if I were back in my room, I’d probably be playing with that app that shows you how your future kids with someone will look like.

I have to remember that Jagger doesn’t date, he said it himself not too long ago during the team meeting I eavesdropped on. That’s exactly what put him in the predicament I offered to get him out of.

I owe him a blowjob before tomorrow’s game, and then, whatever this is between us, will probably be over.

CHAPTER 15

THE REBOUND

JAGGER

I’ve never been so pumped up before a game.

The house smells like Bay’s good luck chili when I sneak out to get to the arena earlier than the rest of the team.

It’s tradition that my good luck bj should happen in an empty locker room.

That’s how it all started.

In reality, two years ago I headed to the locker room before anyone else because our old coach wanted to talk to me about a scout who was interested in signing me with a pro team in the East Coast.

I had to explain to him that there were expectations for me to work in the family business.

I remember leaving that meeting sad and frustrated, wishing my father and grandfather didn’t consider hockey just a hobby.

I had decided to head out to the student center for a quick snack, since I had skipped lunch to make that meeting after one of my classes had run late.

It was just by sheer luck that I bumped into one of the bunnies who was at the arena on an assignment. She had been setting up some banners before the game.

The girl in question has graduated and I wonder if she even knows what she started.

We got talking and when flirting turned into more, I snuck her into the locker room and the rest is history.

That night I scored a hat trick and when I told my teammates why my performance on the ice was so good, they had no doubt that all the credit went to the blowjob.

Until two weeks ago, I would have laughed at the notion that a bj before a game could make a difference in my performance, but the two losses we suffered since the bunny strike beg to differ.

I enter the arena with a pep in my step. It has nothing to do with the imminent blowjob in itself—I know, it’s fucking crazy—and everything to do with Bay Woods.

We didn’t even fuck last night and yet I can’t stop thinking about her hot kisses, and the sweet taste of her.

The way her face turned a pretty shade of pink when she came all over my tongue; how her small, pink nipples hardened to delicious, tight peaks.

I almost didn’t shower because I didn’t want to wash the scent of her off my skin, but I eventually caved. If my teammates were seconds away from offering to blow me themselves after those two losses, I can bet they would order me not to shower ever again if we win tonight. Tucker’s underwear is proof that they’re crazy enough to do it.

I spot her black SUV right outside the arena and knock on the driver door.

Fuck.

Maybe I won’t even need to get her mouth around my dick to blow my load, Bay is so gorgeous that my cock twitches in my slacks the second she gets out of the car.

“Hey,” I smile, taking in the skintight dark blue mini dress with a silver zipper running the entire length at the front. “How are you?”

Her glossy, pink lips curve into a sexy smile. “I’m good. I have the chili for tonight simmering in a couple of slow cookers and all the sides are in the fridge. I’m ready to celebrate the first victory of the season.”

I catch the meaning behind her words and I’m already fully hard. If all my blood hadn’t migrated to my small head, I would probably start wondering how is it possible that Bay has such a powerful effect on me. I mean, it’s obvious that she’s gorgeous. But I’m always surrounded by beautiful women and no one has ever affected me this much.

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