Page 174 of Call the Shots
My pulse kicked up a notch as Bear touched my face. I reached to stop him, but his fingers curled along mine, engulfing them, which didn’t help my racing heartbeat.
“Nothing serious between us would work, it just wouldn’t?—”
“I want you. You want me.” He brought my hand closer, kissing the inside of my wrist. “I can still taste your cum, don’t tell me I’m wrong.”
He pressed his lips to my cheek, and my blush grew. Didn’t I put up a hand to stop him? I couldn’t remember. Bear raised my hand to his neck and then I was touching him too while his lips inched over, pressing feather-light kisses, breaking my defenses down.
Pretending this was anything but something that’d break hearts was a mistake, but pleasure radiated from Bear with each kiss he seared to my skin. It was addictive, making him happy—even if I knew it’d lead to pain in the end. How selfish was that?
I squeezed my eyes shut. “Nothing serious, but…”
Don’t continue that thought, shut up!
“We could do like a…friends with benefits thing…” Someone else must’ve offered that option because it couldn’t bemesaying those stupid words.
Bear’s lips hovered inches away from mine. “Are you going to be a good girl and sit on my face when we get home?”
Say no. SAY NO.
Except my common sense was beaten into submission and I knew exactly what to say to make him even happier.
“If it’s just the two of us in thisthing…” I hesitated. “We could get tested and then no condoms?”
“Oh,fuck,” he muttered before his lips crashed to mine. The kisses were greedy, taking my objections with them as he pushed me against the boards. His hand wrapped against my throat and my lips parted with the new sensation, his tongue slipping in.
With a grunt, Bear jerked away from me.
Denali yanked him by his shirt. “This isn’t a repeat from last night!Fridge!”
“That’s not on me!” Fridge shouted. “I’m not peeling him off of her anymore!”
Bear didn’t say anything, he just gazed at me, dazed, his lips curved for a breathless smile.
“We’re focused on the Colo and hockey—notpussy,” Denali reminded him, his face twisted in disgust. “With her fucking name written on your face—don’t you have pride? Self-respect?" He shook him, gripping his jersey. "Stop drooling on her! Get to work!”
“Sorry, Denali,” I managed, ears pink.
“It’s not you with the lack of self-control,” he scoffed. “I watched him follow you around the rink like a tiger after a baby deer—Bear, I don’t care what you do in the dorms. Here? The Séma-automatic is coming.Stay off of her.”
I returnedto my station where Cleo gave me an obvious once-over.
“We’re friends,” I lied and didn’t.
“Friends. Hm.” She typed on her laptop again. “When I get married to Miles, I guess we’ll graduate to best friends.”
“Oh my god.” I sank to my chair, staring at the table. “I’m a horrible, awful person—what am I doing?”
“What do you mean?”
“I saw Warren,” I whispered.
“Bear’s dad?”
“I wasn’t sure—I saw his car at the student center, I think he was there for one of Xavier’s ceremonies—I didn’twantit to be true.”
“So? He visited his kids?”
Slowly, I shook my head. “Kid. Not kids.”
