Page 82 of The Bro-code

I just need to be honest with her, because I would hate to hurt her if things fizzled out between us.

“I would like to get together again,” I say honestly. “But I usually don’t date?—”

Her blue eyes widen at my words. “I’m on the rebound, Jagger,” she blurts out. “After what happened with Toph, I’m not really looking for a boyfriend. I don’t think I’m ready, and I don’t know if and when I’ll ever be. I also came back to school determined that I wouldn’t get involved with another hockey player.”

I tilt my head to the side, a little confused. “What are you saying?”

She sighs. “This is the problem. I don’t even know what I’m saying. I said no more hockey players and then I almost hooked up with one on the flight back to Star Cove?—”

“You did?” I ask, unsure if I should be jealous or what.

“Nothing happened, but that’s beside the point. I was adamant that I would avoid hockey players like the plague. Then we kissed and things just spiraled from there. I can’t think about anything else but kissing you again. And things didn’t get any better after last night. I want to see you again but I don’t want to date you. Or anyone else. Especially not another hockey player. Not until I’ve figured out how to get over what happened with Topher.”

I’m a little disappointed, but maybe this makes things easier. Maybe Bay and I can explore things without any pressure to define our attraction.

The offer rolls off my tongue easily. “Then let me be your rebound. We can keep hanging out like this. No obligations, no strings attached. We can just have fun and when we decide it’s time, we can stay friends.”

BAY

This is an offer I can’t refuse.

The best of both worlds. I can keep hanging out with Jagger and get more orgasms, and at the same time, I don’t need to worry about getting hurt or hurting him.

I don’t need to worry about his fuckboy reputation or the trust issues Topher has left me with.

Besides, Jagger comes from a rich family like Topher’s. If we aren’t dating, I don’t need to worry about what his parents would think of my middle class family.

“Ok,” I decide, surrounding his neck with my arms. “We have a deal. Now, let’s make sure you win tonight’s game.”

The smile on his face is so sexy that my pulse quickens.

I talk a big game but sometimes one has to project confidence in stressful situations. This is why I got into makeup and fashion in the first place. Dress the part, wear your battle paint and the world will take notice.

I really hope I’m not gonna blow this though, no pun intended. Jagger has received countless bjs, I don’t want to be the worst one.

You’ve got this, Bay.

This time the voice in my head is on board with owning our sexuality. I’m no longer the girl who fakes her orgasms. I’m not broken or uptight. The only thing that was wrong with me is that my partners had no idea how to get me off. Then I got in my head, to the point that I couldn’t even get myself off.

I’m a new woman. Sexy, confident and powerful.

I researched the fuck out of how to give the perfect blowjob and I’m gonna rock Jagger’s world the same way he rocked mine last night.

I kiss him. Hard.

His lips part easily to let me slip my tongue inside his mouth.

Jesus.

Why is it that every time this guy touches me in any way, my skin catches fire?

I circle his tongue with mine, the same way I plan on circling the head of his cock in a second.

His moan of approval makes me bold and I cup his erection through his boxer briefs.

“Where do you want to do this? Sitting on that bench?” I ask, looking at the long bench by the first row of lockers.

“No,” he decides. “Usually that’s where it would happen, but I told you I want to make you come too. Come on.”

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