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But my body isn’t listening to reason right now. Trying to get my hips to stop swiveling against Sebastian’s leg is as hopeless as trying to stop a runaway freight train.
The pleasure snaking through my body sharpens. The muscles between my thighs are twitching, my stomach clenching and rolling. I feel just moments away from the point of no return—when the music screeches to a sudden halt, and the bodies stop moving around us.
The bubble we’re in pops, reality flooding back.
A cold rush of realization washes over me, and I jump away from Sebastian. His eyes are wide, flashing with the same disbelief and self-reproach as mine.
The other people on the dancefloor start to boo and complain as the DJ gets on the microphone to announce that they’re working on fixing the malfunction with the music system.
Sebastian and I stand a pace apart, looking at each other wordlessly.
I don’t know what he’s thinking, and I really don’t know what I should think about the fact that I almost had an orgasm with the guy I can’t stand.
25
SEBASTIAN
We’re back at our home arena for our fourth game of the season.
We’re rocking a record of two losses and one win. That one win is nothing to brag about, considering it came in a 4-3 nail-biter of a game against a team we would’ve wiped the ice with last year.
There’s one aspect of this season I’m proud of, though, and that’s Jamie’s performance as captain.
He’s been unflappable since that pep talk I gave him when I saw him looking depressed after our first game. He hasn’t shown any cracks in his confidence, broadcasting to everyone that he believes in this team and won’t stop believing in it.
Under his leadership, there’s been no blame thrown around about the disappointing start to the season. Only support, responsibility, and a renewed dedication to keep working together to get better.
Everyone knows this is a team of great players. It’s cooperation and experience on the ice together that will sharpen us into a great team that can make another run at the playoffs.
Thanks to Jamie’s leadership, the whole team has been able to keep that fact centered through this rocky start.
I feel good about tonight’s game.
Our last couple practice sessions have been great. The on-ice chemistry with the new players is starting to fall into place. Even though we’re up against Boston College, one of the best teams in the college league, there’s a competitive spark in my chest that makes me feel like tonight is the night we remind everyone that the Brumehill Black Bears will always be a force to be reckoned with.
There’s another reason that my anticipation level is heightened tonight.
Harper is going to be in the crowd.
Obviously, it wouldn’t do for my girlfriend to never show up to any of my games. If we’re going to sell this thing, we have to put an effort into acting like we would if we were actually dating.
Thinking of Harper immediately sends my mind back to Starlite the other night. When we danced together.
I huff a silent chuckle as I step into the locker room. Dance isn’t exactly the word for it. We shamelessly grinded on each other, overcome with lust and raw, animal craving. I’ve never seen Harper so undone before, and I can’t pretend that it wasn’t the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced in my life.
Every single shower I’ve had since that night, I’ve furiously fisted my cock to the memory of it.
My groin tightens just thinking about it. Fuck, her body felt so damn right against mine. The firm swell of her tits, the shape of her hips and waist that my hands couldn’t get enough of, the silky strands of her hair, the heat between her thighs that I wanted to feel with so much more than my leg.
I tighten my ab muscles, willing away the erection growing in my pants.
“Holy shit, guys,” Carter says, eyebrows rising as he looks at his phone.
“What?” I ask.
“Check out the group chat,” he says.
Carter, Jamie, and I have a chat where we keep in touch with the guys who graduated last year: Lane, Rhys, Tuck, and Hudson.
