Page 86 of Daring the Hockey Player
And the main thought, the one invading my head, my body, and all my senses, is of Jasper.
Where the hell am I sleeping tonight?
His bed or mine? Or is he joining me in my bed? Are we sleeping alone?
I'm overanalyzing the simple question with every possible scenario and what the outcome might look like tomorrow.
The few cabs that pass us already have passengers. "Let's keep walking. If we can grab a cab on the way before we get to the subway, we'll take it home." Jasper is all business in his tone, even in the way he walks and carries himself. He's focused and dedicated to whatever task is set in front of him.
He keeps an arm around my waist as we walk alongside one another toward the subway. It's another block, but I can see the entrance.
I'm practically stomping my feet to keep my legs from buckling from the cold. Jasper stands behind me at the traffic light as we wait for it to turn. His arms are wrapped around me, his body heat warming me as his hands rub up and down my bare arms.
I should have worn a long-sleeved shirt under the jersey, but I wasn't thinking that far ahead. The Porsche had heat. I wasn't considering how we'd get home after the party. Apparently, Jasper hadn't thought about it, either. I guess we had been a tad bit distracted.
The traffic light changes, and we hurry across the street and down the steps through the turnstile to the subway platform.
There are more people waiting than I would have thought for this late hour. It's not nearly as cold, either, without the wind whipping around. Jasper is nestled against my back, his arms tucking me in like a blanket, cocooning me. He rests his chin on the top of my head.
"What's your schedule like for next week?" I ask, trying to distract myself from the worry itching at me, edging closer as I keep thinking about what happens when we get home.
"Practice. Games. More practice." Jasper laughs. His breath is warm, and he pulls me tighter against him. "We have a bunch of away games for the next week."
That's probably for the best. It will give us some time apart to figure out what it is we're doing.
I don't say anything. I just watch for the next train as I stand on the platform, pressed against his warm body.
"I'm going to miss you when I'm gone," he admits, his breath tickling my ear as he pulls me even tighter. I didn't know that was possible until I feel his erection pressing into my back.
"Me too," I admit, letting my eyes fall shut. It's easier to confess how I feel when I'm not staring into his gaze. "Any chance Charlotte and I can take a road trip and cheer the team on?"
I glance over my shoulder at him, and his smile eases every fear inside me. "I'd like that, but don't you have school?"
"Oh, right." I exhale a heavy breath. "I could miss a day."
"No," Jasper is firm in his answer. "You're not missing your classes. Your education is important."
"Okay, Dad," I grumble and playfully glare at him.
"If you're trying to be sexy, it'sDaddy," Jasper teases and then wrinkles his nose. "Um, no." He doesn't want to be called Daddy, and I don't want to call him that, either. He doesn't give me older man, Daddy vibes. We are practically the same age, only a year apart, not even.
The double doors open, and the train pulls up and slows to a halt. We step on amongst the crowd, boarding together. There's no place to sit, and he's pressed tight against me, one hand around my waist, the other holding the metal bar above his head.
"I do want you to come to one of my games again," Jasper says, and I shuffle around to face him. He keeps his hand on my hip, his fingers caressing me through his jersey that I'm wearing, and he tugs me closer, pressing his lips on mine.
I melt into his kiss. His body and his lips make me tingle. My heart pounds loudly, drowning out the sounds of the train as we roar through the tunnel.
"I'd like that," I say as we're bumped apart from the jolting of the subway changing rails. He pulls me closer, his hand on my lower back, keeping me pressed against him.
"But you can't wear the rival’s jersey,babe. If you do, I'll be forced to punish you."
I chuckle at his words, staring up at him with a devious grin on my face. "Is that a threat,babe?" I ask, using his little nickname right back at him.
He growls and covers my lips again. This time, his tongue pushes past my mouth, and I open my lips, granting him entrance. We jolt and shift with the train, but neither of us breaks apart. He holds me tighter, keeping me to him, protecting and embracing me. My body is warm and tingly, set aflame from just his kisses that are warm and teasing me of what is to come.
The voice over the loudspeaker notifies us that our stop is next. "That's us," I say, patting his chest, trying to give us both a minute to catch our breaths.
I pull back only slightly, and he escorts me toward the doors when I realize two people with phones are holding them up inconspicuously.
