Page 65 of Pinkie Promise

My cheeks turn a little pink as I fight back a smile. Yeah, hedidpromise. He made a promise and he kept it.

“It sucks that we didn’t get to do any of the positions today though,” I continue, my fingers stilling when I land on a DVD that I definitely was not expecting to see in this stack. I re-read the title three times before confirming what I already know by turning it over to look at the back.

Oh my.

The gentle thud of bowls and mugs hitting the coffee table sounds to my left and I glance up at Hunter whose eyes are on mine.

“We had to hit the road before the weather got worse. You know I’ve been lovin’ helping you train so I’m sorry that we couldn’t do it today.” He swallows and adds, “I don’t think that it’s safe to do any positions in the apartment.”

I hold up the DVD in my hand and ask him, “Not even these kinds of positions?”

As soon as he sees what I’m holding his eyes go wide and he stumbles over the side of the table, trying to get to me. I shootto my feet and run to the back of the armchair, a surprised yelp leaving my throat when he storms after me, rounding the chair, and making me scamper back over to the sofa.

I jump up onto the arm and then run across the cushions, screaming excitedly as he leashes his forearms around my thighs, incapacitating me from running further, and then pulling me down onto my knees. I try to hold the DVD out of his reach but he kneels behind me and thrusts forward so that he can grab it.

I moan in defeat as I watch him toss the DVD back over to the armchair, but then his hands settle on my hips and he makes a rough sound against my ear.

“You don’t wanna watch that,” he murmurs, fingers sliding under my skirt and rubbing over my panty-covering cheer shorts.

“Oh, but I think I do,” I reply, a hot and frenzied feeling throbbing in my belly.

He slides his fingers down my thighs until his palms are fully encasing the backs of my knees. “It ain’t mine, if that’s what you’re thinking.”

“It’s in the communal pile,” I whisper. “I bet you all use it.”

He presses his jaw against my cheek, the feeling of his stubble making me shiver. “I don’t watch that stuff. I have a different source for what I need.”

“You’re telling me that you’ve never watched it?” I whisper, turning my head so that I can look up at him. The hard expression on his face makes my breathing hitch.

He shoves his tongue into the side of his cheek and then he eases himself upright behind me, pulling me along with him by gripping his hands into my waist. I turn on my knees as he stands from the sofa, and he cups my jaw before leaning down to kiss me.

“That DVD? It was a Secret Santa thing from last year. One of the guys gave it to Tanner.” He huffs out a humourless laugh and says, “Okay, yeah, I watched it. It’s pretty niche. There’s probably not a lot of ice hockey themed pornos out there. Not that I’ve ever checked. Fuck, it’s getting real warm in here.”

He yanks the neckline of his shirt away from his chest and pulls a pained expression as he looks briefly away from me.

“That video’s like… the guy’s coming back from an away game and, uh, she’s his wife I guess and they just, you know… they just end up fuckin’ in every room of the house.” He winces hard and scratches at his stubble. “I’m gonna shut the hell up now.”

My eyes slide over to the cover of the DVD on the armchair. “She looks small,” I acknowledge.

Hunter struggles down a swallow. “Yeah,” he chokes out. “Hockey guys are pretty big so…”

“Is that your thing?” I ask him in a whisper.

His eyes scrape down my front as he rasps, “Isn’t it obvious?”

I lean forward so that I can press my chest against his abs and I say quietly, “I wanna watch it.”

He groans loudly and bites hard into his forearm.

“Is that a no?” I ask, teasing him a little.

“You can have it,” he says hoarsely. “But we can’t… not together.”

“Why not?”

“Because I won’t have any control over… I’ll need to…” He wraps his fingers around the sides of my throat and looks desperately into my eyes. “That’s not why I brought you here.”

I frown up at his beautiful tan face. “Don’t you want us to?”

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