Page 59 of The Bro-code

Topher interrupts our captain again. “We’re all squared away with our good luck shit. Can we trust that you chose the lucky bunny who gets to blow you before the first game of the season?”

This would probably be the time to tell them that, aside from the ridiculous bunny strike called by Ashley—sorry, I mean Candace—this year I’m really not feeling it.

I’m about to utter the words but a look at my teammates’ hopeful expressions around the room causes the words to get stuck in my throat.

I offer a confident nod, even though I feel anything but.

The expression “taking one for the team” has never rang truer as I resolve to get this over and done with.

Maybe getting busy with another girl will help me snap out of this weird Bay-induced daze.

With my mind made up, I take out my phone to text some of my favorite bunnies.

I keep telling myself that the kiss was just a fluke, I don’t owe Bay Woods anything.

Then why do I feel as if I were betraying her when I’m done sending those texts?

Why, as I try to psych myself out for a good luck bj, the image in my head is Bay’s soft lips wrapped around my cock?

BAY

The good news is that I haven’t bumped into Topher much since our confrontation on my first night in the Gamma house.

Despite staying in his room, I have barely thought about my ex.

The bad news is that my thoughts have been consumed by the guy who occupies the room next to mine.

If the fact that Jagger Connelly is a hockey player wasn’t already a betrayal of my own resolution to stay away from dating and especially from dating hockey players, the fact that I can’t stop thinking about Jagger is even worse.

If Cole is known as a fuckboy all over campus, Jagger is an even bigger player than his best friend, if that was even possible.

I don’t need a relationship to get in the way of my goals this year, and least of all I don’t need to crush on a guy who changes women more often than I change my underwear.

I keep telling myself that every time his golden colored eyes come to my mind while I’m trying to do my homework.

Every time I remember how soft and yet firm his lips felt against mine whenever I hear any noises coming from the room right next door.

The skilled way he explored my mouth, hot and demanding and yet playful.

How good he smelled and tasted, how solid his tall, muscular body felt against mine.

Jagger is about three or four inches taller than Topher and he must have a good thirty pounds on my ex.

Topher isn’t small but he’s on the smaller side when you look at the typical hockey player.

Who knew that I seem to like my men huge and muscular?

And with impossibly soft lips and big hands to cradle my head as they deepen the hottest kiss I’ve ever experienced?

Stop Bay, for fuck’s sake.

I keep tossing and turning in bed as images of Jagger and his sexy mouth assault me every time I close my eyes.

Thinking about that kiss almost takes the sting away from the fact that it happened because Cole was horrified at the thought of kissing me.

No, no. I’m not thinking about how my BFF finds me physically repulsive.

The memory of that kiss is a much healthier outlet for my pent up energy but dammit, it’s keeping me awake.

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