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“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.
Coach West drawls on, his disappointment evident. Something churns inside me when he doesn't hold us back as long as usual when we lose. If there is one thing I hate in life, it is the silent treatment. It clouds your mind with doubt, forcing you to hate yourself. I’ve experienced it too many times to count, and I’m still unable to ignore the emptiness that consumes my body.
Fuck. I take a deep breath, realising how hypocritical I sound. I’ve given Jayden the silent treatment too many times to count. Locking the shower door, turn on the showers and scrub myself until I’m raw and red.
I sigh. The Hockey House isn’t appealing to me, especially after I cost the team a loss. Plus, living with guys for nearly the past three months is becoming overwhelming. I’m craving some girl time.
Switching off the shower, I change into my jumpsuit. I pull out my phone, opening my contacts to find Jaz’s number.
Me:
Hey, any chance you are up for a girls’ night? I need a break from everything.
