Page 81 of The Bro-code

“Let’s go,” I offer her my hand and when she takes it, I quicken our pace, impatient to get her alone.

We don’t bump into anyone on our way to the locker room and I’m relieved. Seeing me here early wouldn’t raise any suspicions, but I’d rather not have to explain why Bay is here.

Coach has played college and pro hockey, so I’m pretty sure he understands the importance of good luck rituals; I’d rather not risk it in case he doesn’t.

My lips are on hers the second the locker room door closes behind us. I’ve missed kissing her but I don’t tell her that.

“You look so fucking hot,” I growl against her lips as my fingers close over one of her tits.

A little whimper escapes her, her blue eyes skimming over the length of my body. “So do you. I can’t believe I never noticed how handsome you look in a suit.”

I chuckle. “I swear I’ll never complain again about having to wear a suit before every game.”

“So,” Bay smiles, playing with the lapel of my jacket. “I have something to set the mood.”

Did she make a playlist? That’s such a girly thing to do.

“What do you think?”

She lowers the zipper, letting her dress fall on the floor.

If most of my blood was down to my groin area before, the sight of Bay in a pale blue, tiny lace thong that does nothing to hide her sweet pussy is almost my undoing.

I drink her in.

She isn’t wearing a bra and I swear to God, those tits defy gravity in all the best ways.

“Jagger?” she giggles nervously.

“I love you—it. Fuck, I mean I love it. The panties, your tits… I didn’t mean?—”

She laughs again. “I know what you mean. I thought dressing the part would help us break the ice, so to speak.”

Break the ice? More like melt it, she’s that fucking hot.

I don’t even tell her that usually the bunnies would just kneel between my thighs and blow me without either of us taking off any clothes. Thinking about it, the entire thing sounds very clinical, but the first time it happened it had been a quick and dirty hookup. The clothes stayed on because we were worried about getting caught by either my teammates or someone on the coaching staff.

I hope we win tonight because I want this to become a tradition.

Not just the naked part, the Bay part.

To be precise, the naked Bay part. It’s important to be as specific as possible when bargaining with Lady Luck.

“You look good enough to eat,” I tell her, shucking my jacket and undoing my belt as I kick off my shoes and get rid of my socks.

“Jagger,” she scolds me. “Remember how yesterday you said it was all about me? This is all about you. We’re here to make sure luck is on your side tonight.”

She’s right, but I’m a greedy motherfucker and I’m fucking obsessed with her body. “We have time and I just really liked making you come last night.”

Bay’s tongue darts out to lick her lips and I’m dying to feel them around my cock. “I liked that too. But we need to do this right. Maybe we could get together later?”

Her offer stops me in my tracks.

Of course I want to. Since that totally random kiss at the fair, I’ve been totally obsessed with her. The time we spent in my room last night did nothing to cure me of that obsession, if anything, it made it worse.

The realization that I have a crush on Bay Woods hits me like a wrecking ball. She’s drop dead gorgeous, kind, funny and the physical chemistry between us is explosive.

I’ve never been the relationship type and I don’t know if I could ever be, but I know I definitely want to get to know her better. For the first time in my life, the idea of being someone’s boyfriend doesn’t send me running for the hills.

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