Page 134 of Treacherous
I scrub my body with a bar of soap until I’m raw and red, trying to rid myself of imaginary Jayden’s touch.
The worst thing about this situation is the fact that I have never had a sex dream before. Now here I am having one about someone I extremely dislike, and not to mention my best friend’s brother.
Ever since that stupid near-kiss, I have been avoiding Jayden because he is etched into my brain–and vagina apparently. I’m not blind unfortunately, Jayden is attractive. He always has been, his tan skin that is riddled with tattoos and a mop of brown hair that has a slight curl.
“Argh.”
He is just a man. I shouldn’t be focusing on Jayden at all. I promised myself that I would not seek out the opposite gender for pleasure.
But…that doesn’t mean I can’t help myself. An orgasm will relax me my muscles and if not, it will at least take the edge off.
I trail my fingers closer to my aching core but a crash causes me to jump. I yank my hand away and turn off the shower.
Absolutely not, the last thing I need is one of the boys hearing me get off.
I dry myself, changing into a red activewear set consisting of bike shorts and a sports bra. After spraying deodorant and my signature lavender scent, I grab my phone and head downstairs.
All the boys are in the kitchen or dining room, preparing breakfast for the house. When Jayden said everyone contributes to chores evenly, I was more than relieved.
It didn't matter that I couldn't cook to save a life, in Nevada, I always seemed to draw the short straw. To be honest, it wouldn’t surprise me if those assholes rigged it.
I shake away the thoughts of my old team, placing a smile on my face. “Morning,” I say.
“Morning Willow,” Cooper says, enthusiasm lacing his words.
He is adorable, like a puppy who wants to please its owner. And in this case, the owner is me. Cooper has become one of myclosest friends, which is crazy since I’ve been at Lakewood for two months.
After my experience with men, it’s hard to remain at ease. I’ve never had this problem with anyone on the team, highlighting how fucked my old team was.
No. I don’t want to think about them. I’m thankful we don’t play Nevada for another month. When we play them on the ice, I want to crush them. Especially Kyle Woods. The gaslighting, manipulative fucker has another thing coming when he lines up against me.
“Willow, you okay?” Sam asks.
My head jerks up, everyone’s eyes fall to me. “Yeah, all good. Thinking about the game today.”
Hopefully, that’s a good enough lie to throw them off. Or at least stop them from worrying about me.
I flick my eyes over to Jayden, but when our gazes meet, I look away. The last thing I need is for Jayden to dig up my hidden struggles or even worst, my sex dream from this morning.
Talk about fucking awkward.
My spine tingles, core heating as Jayden’s gaze lingers on me. I’m sure he doesn’t believe my bullshit lies, but I don’t think he will do anything about it.
I’m optimistic my outburst after class will keep Jayden away, but then again, we got along perfectly at training only days ago. The fact that we work well together on the ice–we always have–makes it harder to hate him.
I finish off the bacon and eggs in front me. Hayes had passed the plate of food to me when I entered the kitchen.
Tonight’s game is the topic of conversation as I walk to the sink to clean my plate, placing it on the drying rack.
I have an essay plus pre-labs–a booklet with questions to fill out before we head to class–to finish. The only thing aboutstudying dietetics and nutrition along with playing sport is it can be hard to find time for everything.
It’s already close to the end of October, so I need to get a move on with my assessments.
“You sure you’re okay, Willow?” Cooper asks, twisting his head to the side.
I plaster a smile onto my lips. “Yeah, just swamped with assessments that need to be started.”
He nods and I take my chance to escape the room. Heading back upstairs, I go straight to my room and sit at my desk.
