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My cock is still painfully hard in my jeans but it’s not just arousal anymore, it’s a lethal mix of lust and fury.

“You clearly do hockey players, it’s just me you don’t want.”

And you know what? She has the right not to want me, it shouldn’t matter how much I fucking want her.

Then why does it hurt so much?

It’s because the attraction between us isn’t just a figment of my imagination.

Bay was grinding against me in that aircraft toilet, she was wet for me.

Just a few moments ago she was kissing me back, moaning and fisting my shirt. Granted, it was a party game, but she was clearly into it.

“You know what, Bay?” I put all my contempt for girls who play games into her name. “You might not do hockey players, I don’t do puck bunnies. I’ve been burned enough by one of them to want to stay away from them for good.”

My words hit the intended target. “What did you just call me? I’m not a puck bunny, Ryker.”

I don’t even realize that I’m raising my voice. I all but forgot that we’re at a crowded party.

“Coulda fooled me, Cinnamon,” I laugh bitterly. “I saw you today in the locker room. You are the one who gave Jagger his good luck blowjob. I don’t know what kind of fucked up game you think you’re playing, but I’m out.”

The music must have stopped again. I realize that our argument is being watched by pretty much everyone at the party.

“Ooooh.” Someone gawks from somewhere behind me.

Bay’s cheeks are red, her blue eyes blazing with fury. “How dare you talk to me like that? You know nothing about me, Ryker. Apologize.”

I smile, but there’s no mirth in it. “When Hell freezes over.”

Bay is just as furious as I am. “Do you know why I don’t do hockey players? Because you’re all assholes.”

She knows nothing about me. At my previous school I got in trouble just because I wasn’t an asshole and I gave a friend a shoulder to cry on. And she took me for a ride and used me.

“Takes one to know one.” I snarl, wanting to have the last word.

“Apologize, Ryker, or so help me God.” Bay demands.

“What? What are you gonna do, huh Cinnamon?”

I see her lifting her hand to slap me with the corner of my eye and I react faster than lightning.

My fingers close around her wrist and we struggle.

“Let me go, asshole.” She demands.

I’m about to do it but she shoves, trying to free herself from my grasp. That’s the exact moment when I let go.

The look of shock in Bay’s eyes must be identical to my own as she loses her balance.

Her high heels lose purchase against the tiled floor by the edge of the pool. She spins her arms to try and regain her balance, her luscious lips open in a surprised “o.”

That’s when I realize that she’s going to fall in.

I swear I attempt to grab her, but it’s too late.

I watch powerless as Bay Woods lands into the Gamma house pool with a huge splash.

CHAPTER 18

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