Page 84 of Keeper
Primal need gripped me—I couldn’t think aboutanythingelse but ripping off my sweatpants, mounting her, gliding right into her sweltering tightness and blowing a massive load inside her pretty pink pussy.
“God, yes. But …” But Ihadto stop and think clearly before we went too far. Because I could easily fuck this up. “But what if we wait?”
An eternity seemed to pass.
“You want to wait?” she muttered at last. She tried to hide her surprise and disappointment from me, but it was clear as day. “Why? I mean, wait for what?”
“Until the time is right, I guess,” I said, just as surprised and disappointed as she was.
“Oh. Well, when is that?”
“I don’t know,” I admitted.
She rolled off me and we faced each other, lying on our sides.
“Talk to me, Tanner.”
I cleared my throat and tried to speak. “I told you I’m a creature of habit, right?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, I’m also a little superstitious.”
“O~kay.” A vacant look settled in her eyes. “I don’t get it. What exactly are you superstitious about?”
“We didn’t do anything the other night. And I had a shutout the very next day.”
“Ah.” Her head bobbed with a cynical understanding. “So this is about hockey.”
“Well, yeah, my whole life revolves around hockey,” I said. “But wait, no—this is about more than hockey, too.”
“Then what are you being superstitious about? You’re confusing me, Tanner.”
“I don’t know how to say it without sounding like a massive piece of shit.” I let out a reluctant sigh. “I guess, really, Iama massive piece of shit.”
“You’re not a piece of shit. You’re a sweet and sensitive guy.” She clasped my hand. “You can tell me. Just like I told you difficult things about myself.”
“Yeah. Yeah, okay. Here goes.” I took a deep breath and braced myself. “Every time I sleep with a girl, afterwards, it’s like the magic is gone.”
Her eyes filled with a sudden vulnerability—no doubt she realized how close we’d come to ruining what we had.
“God, I had no idea,” she muttered. I could tell she wanted to be supportive and understanding, but I noticed how her grip had loosened on my hand. “I mean, I couldtellyou were a heart breaker when we met. But still—um, I don’t know what to say. That sucks? Thanks for warning me, I guess?”
“I’m not proud of it, Ainz. The reason I’m telling you is because Idon’twant it to happen with you.”
Her smile returned. “That means a lot, Tanner,” she said softly. “But can I ask—how long has it been like that for you?”
“A long time.” I shook my head, my shameful secret on full display. “Too long.”
“Talk. Tell me.”
“It didn’t happen all at once. I guess it happened slowly over time. The last few years especially, once I made the NHL.”
“I’m sure you have lots of girls interested in you,” she said, running her fingers through a thicket of my chest hair.
“You have noidea. Perfect example? The thing with Marta today. Ever since I made the NHL, it’s been like that everywhere I go.”
“Wow,” she said, and doubt filled her face again. “When was the last time you were in a relationship?”
