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Willow’s climax washes over her, yet I don’t stop–can’t stop, licking her clit until Willow grips my hair to pull me away.
I lean back, giving her the space she wanted.
Willow lets out a satisfied sigh. “Holy fuck,”
I smirk. “I hate to say I told you so, but–”
“Don’t even finish that sentence.”
I laugh, not realising that she is reaching towards my pants. I step back, watching her face falter at the rejection. My chest fucking hurts from seeing that expression.
“But what about you?” Willow says, her eyes dropping to my pants. She scrunches her eyes when she sees a slight wet patch on my crotch. Willow’s eyes bulge and flick back to mine. “Did you–”
“Come inside my pants like a fucking teenager?”
“But–” She pauses.
I raise my eyebrow. “I like eating pussy, Red. And yours just became my favourite.”
Willow’s face heats. “Don’t mention other women while you’re in my bed.”
My mouth curves into a smirk. “Jealous, Sweetheart?”
Her nostrils flare, anger brimming in her hazel eyes. I hate to admit it, but it turns me on.
“Get out,” she says, pointing to the door.
Not wanting to push her buttons, I listen and head back to my room. I grab a towel and head to the bathroom, needing a cold shower. After stripping off my clothes and standing beneath the water, I’m left with my thoughts.
Tonight proved a lot of things. One: I’m extremely attracted to Willow. Two: the feeling is mutual, especially if Willow is jealous when thinking of me with other women. And finally, fucking Willow Rogers once would not be enough.
It’s this thought that has me extraordinarily fucked.
Chapter 16
Willow Rogers
My chest heaves as I skate toward the puck, trying to reach it before the opposing centre.
I grit my teeth, our sticks colliding as we fight for dominance. I’m unable to gather the power for a long shot with North Dakota’s player ramming into me. Finally, I get a semi-clear path to the goal. I hit the puck, watching it glide on the ice.
My breath stalls. Come on. Get in there.
My optimism is smothered when a defenseman from North Dakota intercepts my shot. The buzzer blares throughout the arena, echoing in my ears like it’s taunting me for missing the shot.
Fuck. I make it off the ice in record time, not wanting to see anyone. This was our eighth game of the season, and a winwould have placed us at first on the ladder. Now, I only have myself to blame.
I’ve been distracted this past week, trying to avoid and deny my attraction to Jayden. Regret twirled inside me every time I was in his presence. I can’t change what happened, though; I need to find a way to live with the decision.
It doesn’t help that Jayden has been giving “fuck me” eyes when alone. I scramble out of rooms, not wanting to be left alone with him in case I do something reckless. But I can’t stop my body being set alight by a single glance, and it ends with me changing my fucking panties.
Jayden mentioning other women while he had my cum on his tongue helped me considerably, giving me another excuse to despise him. I’ve pushed any thought of jealousy out of my mind because it wasn’t. Truly, why would I care who he fucks?
Lies. Lies. Lies.
The words reverberate in my head again.
I grit my teeth and return my focus to the locker rooms, where the boys are piling in. Every single one of them is giving me a pity look. I fucking hate it. My muscles are throbbing, begging for the tension to be released. A shower sounds like heaven at the moment.
