Page 76 of Daring the Hockey Player
I have a lot of willpower.
It's something that I've had to instill as an athlete, especially playing hockey. Drinking, sex, drugs. It can all be tempting at some point, either through peer pressure or the need to chill the fuck out.
Drugs can ruin a career. That's an easy one to stay away from, especially when we're subjected to random drug testing.
Alcohol and sex, though, it's easy to fall into those habits. I've seen it with some of the guys, especially when the puck bunnies show up, flirting and throwing themselves at us. I've got a good enough head on my shoulders to pry them away. Not that I haven't ever indulged in a little fun, but that isn't what I want lately. It doesn't meet a need that I have. It hasn't for a while.
Sitting in the front seat of my brother's car that I borrowed to pick up Amber after she called me sounding frantic and worried, I thought the only thing I'd be stressing over was what happened to her at the party.
Thankfully, she seemed okay, albeit a little shaken up when I picked her up.
It was difficult keeping my eyes glued to the road with that mini-skirt riding so high up her thighs that I swear I could catch a glimpse of satin, or was it silk? Before I know it, I've pulled the car over, she's on my lap, and I'm thrusting and grinding, ripping her panties, and giving her an orgasm without even touching her pussy.
Well, not with my hands, tongue, or cock.
It's like we're two teenagers, dry humping in a car, and it's not what Amber deserves for her first time.
And when she strokes me through the fabric of my blue jeans, I'm about ready to burst. I don't want that, and saying no to her is nearly impossible.
My willpower is crumbling because of her.
I steal another taste of her lips, and that's when it reminds me of sour cherry. Another taste and its more recognizable—fruit punch and rum. Delicious, and I realize she isn't entirely sober.
How much did she have to drink tonight? "You've been drinking," I say, and I hate that it almost sounds accusatory. "You taste like rum punch."
"I had a drink."
I can hear it in her tone that she's holding back. She had more than one drink. Every time I've seen Amber with a drink, it's never been just one.
She's young, curious, living her best life, and if that involves underage drinking, I'm not her babysitter. But I'm also not about to take advantage of her.
"Your first time isn't going to be in a car, drunk, with your roommate." I gently pry her back to her side of the car, keeping a safe space between us.
"Are you sure about that?" The look in her eyes is primal and electric.
I suck in a breath, reminding myself that as much as I want her and I want this, it isn't going to happen tonight in my brother's car.
"I'm taking you home." I clear my throat and refocus on getting us back to the apartment, pulling out onto the road.
Amber is quiet, and I'm glad that she's keeping space between us because if she had unzipped my jeans, I don't think I'd have been able to say no to her. It had been difficult enough to put an end to what we started in the car.
"I thought we were going back to your friend's party?" she asks, glancing at me curiously.
I can't show up with a raging hard-on, and I'm going to have a nasty case of blue balls if I don't get home and fix my massive problem that aches like a motherfucker right now. My cock twitches just hearing her voice, unassuming and innocent to the throbbing sensation that is unrelenting.
"We need to take a detour. If you're planning on coming," I wince at my own choice of words, glancing at her, "you're going to need panties under that thing you call a skirt." I point at the tiny piece of fabric that barely covers her ass.
"You don't want me to flash my kitty at all your hockey player friends?" she jokes, and I don't smile.
There's nothing funny about her suggestion.
"Jasper." Her hand reaches out to touch my shoulder, and I wince. The thought of her with another man, especially one of my teammates, burns brighter than the heat of the sun.
I swallow the anger, rage, and jealousy bursting inside of me just thinking about them bending her over, fucking her.
She's not mine.
It shouldn't matter.
