Page 20 of Sticks and Stones (Shadow Valley U)
“I’m a junior.” She smiles. “Brittany.”
“Stone.”
Her smile widens. “I know.”
Ah, so that’s how it is. This is what I came looking for, right?
“Well,Brittany, let me buy you a celebratory shot.” I gesture to the glass.
She pours it and raises it to her lips. Total fucking flirt. And a puck bunny,obviously. We haven’t even started our regular season, but she knows my name?
The fifteen minutes pass quickly. The whiskey kicks in.
And the next thing I know, I’m in the bathroom hallway with her pressed between me and the wall, and she’s sucking on my lower lip. But my mind keeps glitching back to Wren. Like how she looked when she moved the vibrator or—
The girl in front of me drops to her knees and fumbles with my running shorts.
I grab her and guide her back up. “Sorry, baby, public BJs aren’t my thing.” I kiss her to soften the blow, althoughfuckif I hate every second of it. I pull back. “See you around.”
The walk home is long and cold. Autumn is slipping toward winter with a vengeance this year. It does little to sober me up, but my mind is clearer by the time I get home. The house is dark, and I tiptoe—then crash into something.
Oops.
No one comes running, so I continue up the stairs to my bedroom, my jaw fucking set. Wren’s not keeping the bed. Not when our season is about to start, and I need to concentrate. Andsleep. I can’t afford to have her drive me out of the house every other night. I can just imagine my dreams swirling down the drain.
I almost expect her to be waiting for me, to kick on that vibrator again just to torment me. But when I open the door, I find her passed out in the middle of the bed. Her lips are parted, she’s snoring softly, and she’s exchanged my blankets—now in a pile on the floor—for her own.
No.
Not happening.
Before I can really think about it, I scoop her up into my arms. Blankets and all. Her head lolls against my shoulder, and I’m surprised by how light she is. I mean, I knew she was skinny. Everyone can see that just by looking at her. But it’s one thing to watch her, and another to touch her.
The fact that she didn’t wake up is telling. That orgasm must’ve worn her out.
Don’t think about that.
I carry her as carefully as I can out the door and into the bathroom. I almost fall over setting her in the tub. I go back and retrieve her pillow, tucking it between her head and the porcelain, then open my phone and take a picture.
Is the tub the most sanitary place in the hockey house? No.
Will she be mortified when she wakes up?I sure fucking hope so.
I carefully pull the curtain around the tub, obscuring her from view. No need to ruin the surprise to the guys. I use the toilet and brush my teeth, then stagger to bed. I drop my blankets back on it and crawl in.
And yeah, maybe I jerk myself off to the sounds she was making earlier. Because while my dick didn’t respond to the bartender, it sure as hell does to the thought of Wren.
But soon after that, the used tissue tossed in the direction of her shit, I fall into the best sleep of my life.
CHAPTER9
WREN
Surprisingly,I feel well rested. After Stone stormed out of the room last night, I finished my business—quicker than I’d like to admit—and lay there for at least an hour, trying to wind down. Anytime Stone’s voice crept into my head, I pushed it away because there was no way in hell I was going to sleep thinking about him.
Especially after getting off.
It was…sort of enjoyable turning myself on while he stared at me. It was erotic in a way and something I’d never done before. I wasn’t one to put on a show, and last night was just that.A show.I made it to the finish line a little too quickly, and deep down, buried under denial, I knew it wasn’t from irritating him.It was because of the look in his eye. It was full of ravished hunger, and it washot.Even if that pains me to admit.