Page 43 of College Hockey Bully

Aiden is unusually quiet during the fifteen-minute massage and I can’t believe I’m disappointed that he doesn’t get hard for me again. He sits up sleepily when I’m done, ruffling his thick hair.

“Care for a swim?” he asks, grinning at me slyly.

“What? No,” I scoff, reaching for the heating pad.

He brushes it away, then swings his legs over the bed. “We’re going for a swim.”

“Did you hear what I just said? I’m not going in,” I argue.

Without another word, he walks toward the pool and as he gets to the edge, his fingers pull up the hem of his shirt, hauling it over his head.

Holy guacamole.

He releases the shirt, but my eyes are locked on his torso. Holy shit, he’s gorgeous. There’s not an ounce of fat anywhere. Thick chest, arms rippling with muscles, a flat stomach that looks so hard, I’d probably break my hand if I punched that area. My tongue would probably burn if I licked that spot.

But my dirty mind wants me to.

A mischievous grin flashes as he steps backward. “Last chance to change your mind, Scar.”

He sinks into the water with a deep, exaggerated sigh. “God, this feels good. So warm. So soothing.”

It does look inviting. “Even if I wanted to get in, I don’t have extra clothes, anyway,” I point out.

“You’re wearing underwear, aren’t you?”

“You must be joking. I’m not stripping down to my undergarments.”

Aiden covers his eyes with one hand. “Go on. I won’t look.”

I scoff.

“Better yet, I’ll turn around.”

After staring at his back for a moment, debating on how this could possibly go wrong, I nod. “Fine, but no peeking.”

“Hand to God.”

With my eyes still on his back, I hurry out of my clothes, glad that I’m wearing panties and a bra that are the same color. I breathe a similar sigh to Aiden’s when I sink my body into the water. It’s definitely warm and soothing.

“You can turn around,” I say.

Aiden turns with mild curiosity on his face as he looks at me. “Feels good, right?”

“Amazing,” I reply, gently bouncing.

“So…” His fingers flick upward, prompting me.

I roll my eyes. “You were right.”

“Ha. I need to have that printed and framed. The smartest girl at Hempton thinks I’m right,” he grins.

His comment triggers a smile that won’t leave my face. To hide it, I dive away from him, treading water for several lengths before I remember what I’m wearing. I quickly stand and submerge myself again, then I realize he’s watching me.

“You have a beautiful body, Scarlett.”

The unexpected compliment makes my heart skip a beat. “Don’t say that.”

“Why?”

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