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“And then I made him take my clothes off. Taught him how to do it nice and slow and then he saw me in my bra and underwear and kind of took over from there. He kind of went with his instincts, which I thought was excellent. I talked him through using his fingers…oh, my God his fingers…and the rest is?—”

“Orgasmic.”

“Yeah.” I laugh. “Orgasmic.”

Shaking her head in astonishment, her bewildered smile falters and she asks, “So what about your dad?”

“What about him?”

“What happens when he finds out? He could make Bodhi’s life a living hell.”

“He’s not ever going to find out.”

“Girl, these things always have a way of getting out.”

“Well, it won’t be me who says a word and I can’t see Bodhi saying anything because that would be admitting that not onlywas he a virgin but that he sought out sex lessons with his coach’s daughter.”

“I guess you have a good point there.” She snickers. “What about feelings? Do you see yourself catching feelings for him?”

Hewaskind.

And courteous.

And friendly.

And one hundred percent present with me.

But I seriously doubt I’m his type.

I shake my head confidently. “Nah. I don’t think so. He’s very focused on his sport. But will I enjoy the fucking as long as I absolutely can because who wouldn’t want to ride that man until the sun comes up? Absolutely.”

“Speaking of riding…just how big is the bull?”

I bite down on my bottom lip trying not to laugh. “Well, that’s the part I can’t exactly answer.”

Layken frowns. “Okay now you’ve lost me. If you rode him, how do you not know how big he is?”

“Well, I never got the chance to get his pants off because we were just supposed to be focusing on fingers and touching. I mean, it felt pretty large when I was straddling his lap but other than that, I don’t know for sure.” I shrug and bite my lip to keep from smiling. “Plus, he kind of came in his pants as I was doing my thing so I never got to actually see for myself.”

We lock eyes with each other and within five seconds we’re bursting into a fit of giggles.

“Oh, my God,” Layken says with a snort. “You sure do know how to have a good time and I am officially a jealous bitch. But I love you just the same.”

CHAPTER ELEVEN

BODHI

“Your vanity is showing , Roche!” Coach Hicks shouts from the bench. “Play through it, not to it!”

“Shit. He’s right. He’s right,” I say to myself as Barrett sends the puck back up the ice for me to try again. I flicked the puck too hard and watched it slide to the net rather than following through and charging in for the rebound. This time though, when I have possession of the puck I take it down the ice and pass it to Ledger and then I hustle toward our goal to support his forthcoming shot. He dribbles the puck between his stick and then bounds around the net where he flicks the puck and sneaks it in for the score.

“Yeah! That’a boy, Roche.” Finally, Coach Hicks smiles and claps his hands. “Way to support your teammate. That’s how we get the job done gentlemen!”

Fuck yeah!

That actually felt damn good!

“Nice job, Pickle Pants!” Harrison says before we set up another play. “You might just learn how to be a team player yet.”

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