Page 63 of College Hockey Bully

“Aiden.” This time, it’s a whisper, her warm breath caressing my lips. “Behave.”

“I am behaving,” I whisper back. “If I wasn’t, you’d already be open like a flower, and I’d be licking that sweet pussy of yours.”

Scarlett gasps and throws her head back on the couch and I chuckle. “So much for your self-control being stronger than anything I’ve ever known.”

She pushes at my chest. “Get the popcorn, you devil.”

Still chuckling, I back off her. I enter the kitchen, only to remember using the last batch of popcorn during the most recent team hangout. Which means going to the main house. Scarlett has already got the TV on as I cross the living room.

“Be right back,” I announce, and she gives me a thumbs up while letting her hair down.

This feels good. Refreshing. Unlike any other time I’ve been with another girl.

Thunder peals overhead, forcing me to look up. Stars still decorate the sky, assuring me we’re good for now. I hurry into the house, grab the popcorn and some extra snacks, then head back.

Scarlett is now curled up on the couch, the dress pulled up, giving me a peek of her legs. She sees me staring, then pulls it back down with a smirk.

“Need any help?” she calls out as I scoop a serving of corn into the machine.

“No. Sit that pretty ass down,” I order, smiling as she scurries back to the couch. As I lean against the kitchen counter, my eyes shifting from her to the popcorn machine, then back to her, I realize how wholesome I feel. It’s been a while. Years, probably.

She sits up as I approach with a tray filled with enough treats to make a movie-goer jealous. I expect a smile, at least, but she gives me a weird look instead.

“You’re something else, Aiden Hunter,” she whispers.

“I hope that’s a good thing.” I press a button to recline the sofa and get comfortable beside her.

“It is. Scary, but good.”

I’d love for her to elaborate, but I don’t want to let the tension back in. Right now, the atmosphere feels light and friendly and I want to keep it that way. Otherwise, our night will end with us both on the floor, naked, screwing each other’s brain out. Scarlett’s not fooling me with that self-control statement she made.

We fall into a friendly argument over the movie choice and I eventually give up, settling for a cheesy rom-com she likes. She swoons at a scene where the guy shows up beneath the girl’s bedroom window with a boombox on his shoulder. A cringy way to apologize, in my opinion. Scarlett swats me when I tease her about it.

Within an hour, the snacks are all gone, Scarlett curled up to my side, her head resting on my shoulder.

Thunder suddenly cracks above us, making the lights flicker. “Seems like it’s starting to rain,” Scarlett mumbles.

“I have umbrellas in the cupboard,” I reply. “Ready to go?”

She shakes her head. “Not yet. Let’s finish this movie.”

Another peal of thunder fills the air, this one louder and longer. Scarlett stiffens against me. “Scared?” I ask with slight amusement. “You can always curl up on my lap.”

She pushes at my shoulder with a snort. “Behave.”

“I am behaving. I’ve been keeping my hands to myself all this time, haven’t I?”

“Yeah, but we both know you’ve been thinking of doing things with those hands.”

“You’re projecting.” Smiling, I twist to face her. “Youwant me to do things with these hands.”

“I do not—”

“Like this.” I sweep the hair from her face, cupping her cheek. Scarlett sighs and leans into my palm, nuzzling it. Awareness fills her face and she pulls away.

Seeing my knowing grin, she swats me again. “Don’t say a goddamn word.”

I laugh instead.

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