Page 147 of Treacherous
Violent brawls flashed across my mind when I realised who our opponent was, even though I should not be getting into fights. But where Willow is concerned, I've never been able to stay out of her battles. Even if she has no clue I did anything.
For the past week, every time my eyes find Willow, I imagine her naked, writhing underneath me as I fuck her perfect cunt. It has put me in some compromising positions, since my dick agrees with all these thoughts.
I tie my laces up on my skates and head onto the ice. The session begins as usual, however, instead of beginning drills, we are still skating laps. Everyone starts on one of the blue lines, skating to centre ice, then back, then to the next blue line.
It is fucking torture.
“How many times have we done this?” Cooper pants.
“Too long. Who pissed off Coach?” I ask, glaring at the team.
Before I get a reply, Coach West yells out. “Less talking, more skating. One more lap.”
Everyone groans, but we continue to push harder. Finally, we begin different drills.
Coach and I agreed we need to work on creating more opportunities for defensive turnovers. Our stats are alright in this category, but everyone knows defence wins championships.
We finish the session by stimulating a scoring situation at full intensity. All of us are gulping for air and nursing bruises when Coach West blows his whistle to signal the end of training.
The boys leave the ice, heading into the shed for a debrief. I’m about to skate off to join them when someone hits my shoulder, causing my knees to buckle.
I hit the ice, but not hard enough to injure myself. Shivers shoot through my body from the cold ice as it scrapes against my fabric-covered skin.
Willow’s voice travels into my ears. “Jayden Allen on his knees. What a sight.”
Even with Willow towering over me, lust corrupts my eyes. I lick my lower lip, memories from a week ago flash through my mind as clear as day. I would drop to my knees any fucking day if it meant I could taste her again.
I drag my fingertips up her toned legs. My touch is soft, yet Willow’s body tenses. Her toned muscle flex under my fingers as they continue their path upwards. She sucks in a breath, while I rise to my feet, hands curling around her hips.
I lean down, letting my breath dance across her neck. I graze my lips over her ear, whispering. “Give me another chance and I’ll drop to my knees in a heartbeat.”
Willow’s tits brush against my chest before she jolts back. Her sports bra and long-sleeved workout top do nothing to hide her hard nipples. I bite my tongue, worried I'll start drooling at the thought of circling my tongue around them.
“Jayden, Willow! The meeting is about to start,” Aiden yells.
I smirk as Willow bolts off the ice. With a couple of strides, I’m able to catch her.
“Such a little tease, Red. Still trying to deny the attraction?”
She huffs out a breath. “Yes.”
The bite in her words doesn’t deter me. If anything, it makes me want to work harder. Willow puts more space between us, arriving at the meeting first, but I can’t look away from her.
“Perfect, let’s get started.” Coach Harris says.
Coach West nods. “The reason for the endless cardio was to prepare for our next game. I know Nevada plays dirty, and with it being Rogers' old team, I’m assuming it will be worse. Do not get into any unnecessary fights. Back up your teammates if you need, but everyone in this room is a piece of the puzzle that is needed if we are going to win. Understand?”
All of us nod, but I can see the glint in their eyes. No one will back down from the Nevada players, especially if they are going to target Willow.
Coach dismisses us, and Willow darts from the room. She is trying to outrun the attraction, but it won’t work.
Trust me, I've fucking tried.
***
Only a couple of us come back to the house after training, with many of the boys going to the library to study.
Aiden and Hayes move to the kitchen–something about starting dinner, but with lust consuming every inch of me, I can’t be sure.
