Page 41 of College Hockey Bully

Which includes us getting exposed.

“I thought you were—” She stops as I shake my head.

“So, you’re not half as terrible as I thought,” she goes on, chuckling as she moves up my thigh.

“No. I’m much worse,” I mutter, shifting my hips.

Scarlett’s eyes move to where her hands are working, slowly inching toward my groin. I clench my teeth, willing my cock to stay down but the command is useless. Her little hands feel like heaven on my skin. The way she bites her lower lip, concentration on her face, it’s such a turn-on. She digs deep, touching a sensitive spot and I can’t help but moan, “Oh, fuck.”

She gasps and instantly backs away. I don’t need to look down to know why. My hard cock strains against the front of my boxers, begging for release.

Begging for her to sit on it.

Pushing that filthy thought from my mind, I reach for a towel and cover myself. “I’m sorry.”

“No, no. It’s fine. I just… didn’t expect it.” She flashes her hand, then pulls out a heating pad from her bag. “I was almost done, anyway.”

“Okay…”

“Yeah, so I’d advise you stay off your feet for another half an hour or so, then take it easy for the rest of the day,” she goes on, wrapping the heating pad around my foot.

I nod. “Same time tomorrow?”

“Make it later, about two. I have stuff to do at home.” She drops her things into the bag, then swings it onto her back.

Reaching for my cell phone, I text my driver. “Dimitri will take you home.”

Her eyes quickly pan down to my groin, another blush covering her cheeks as she mumbles, “I’m sorry about that.”

She dashes out before I can say anything. I can’t determine if I’m more puzzled by Scarlett’s apology or turned on by the look that briefly flashed across her face as she shifted her gaze. It’s a look I’ve gotten countless times before taking a girl to bed. One glance at my cock and they’re either wondering how hard they can ride it, or getting ready to run for the hills. That expression on Scarlett’s face was definitely unexpected.

She wasn’t thinking about running for the hills.

I don’t have a physical type. I don’t care about size. I like girls who seem innocent on the outside because they were always freaks in bed. Scarlett is definitely innocent-acting. As the front door closes behind her, I wonder what her freak level would be.

Not that I would fuck her.

It doesn’t matter if she’s the kind of girl I would chase. Scarlett is off limits. She might be helping me, and I vowed to keep the guys away from her, but without real proof that someone else sabotaged us, she’s still the team’s number one suspect. The team would tear me a new asshole for even thinking of her that way.

Well, if they could read my thoughts, anyway.

Dropping back on the bed, I stare up the ceiling with a slowly emerging smile. I can’t touch Scarlett, but I can surely fantasize about having her on top of me.

Chapter 15

Scarlett

“I hope you know what you’re doing,” Theresa says, dumping a handful of clothes on my lap. “Not that I mind lending you my things, but I’m not sure I’m comfortable with the reason you want them.”

Without replying, I lift a pair of red leggings. It’s made of sheer material, definitely more revealing than the one she lent me yesterday.

Theresa swipes the leggings away so she can see my face. “Especially when I’ve been on your case about lending you my stuff.”

“I want them now, isn’t that what matters?” I ask.

“You want to entice the asshole that almost ruined your life and that’s not okay. What’s also not okay is you hanging out with him.”

“You make it sound like we’re friends. I’m only doing him a favor.” What that favor is, no one can know. Not even my sister, who I usually tell everything.

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