Page 5 of On Thin Ice

“You ok there man?” He says, patting Sean’s shoulder in mock condolence.

I turn my face just before I reach the door and see Sean cupping his dick. “No, I’m not ok, I have a raging boner now.” He groans, running his hand down his face and continuing to cup his ever hardening dick. I let an arrogant smile flicker across my own face as I slip through the exit, it feels nice to be the one turning him on. I know he thinks I’m attractive, he’s made than abundantly clear but seeing him weak with no sign of the cocky smirk he wears is very fulfilling for me.

“Is it weird that I find her even sexier when she’s mad?” Is the last thing I hear Sean’s muffled voice say through the gym door before I make my way into the changing rooms, a grin of my own overtaking my face.

Chapter 5

Sean

“I think you need to chill out with this whole stalking Callie mission you’ve started.” Kyle titters as the two of us spot each other during our weight session.

The gymnasium here is pretty fucking huge, considering my sister Lois has been at the university for three months just as I have, I’ve never been in here before. Wish I would have come down and paid her a visit, I could have been balls deep in Callie right now if I’d started my ‘get into Callie’s pants’ project three months ago.

“I literally can’t stop Ky, I don’t know what the fuck has gotten into me, but I like it.”

“You just like the chase that’s your problem.” He swats at my arm as we swap around and he lays down in front of me, positioning his body before he reaches for the weight above his head.

“You know when she first turned me down yesterday, I thought it was the chase that excited me too, but now I’m not so sure. I mean yeah, she’s so go damn fuckable I could come in my pants just looking at her, but I’m not sure that’s all it is that’s drawing me in. I kind of like the fact that she hates me.” A laugh rumbles in my throat and Kyle lets out a harsh breath. “Fuck me, you’re going soft for this girl. You know you only met her yesterday right?”

“I know and my brain has been able to think of literally nothing else since then.” I groan, yanking my fingers through the pillow of curls that rests on my head.

Kyle stands up, wiping his sweaty palm against his shorts. “Just be careful is all I'm saying, if you do get your way with her you don’t want Coach finding out.”

I bark a dry laugh. “Don’t worry about that, I’m sneaky as shit. I’ve had to be, living in a house with three guys.”

“You don’t think we hear you with a new girl every weekend? Your walls are paper thin man.” Kyle taunts, jabbing me in the chest with a balled up fist.

I yank my t-shirt over my head, I can’t fucking wait to get out of here and go home. All I want to do right now is eat an entire tub of ice cream and watch some shitty movie in bed. Maybe piss Callie off a bit too by sending her countless messages on Facebook.

“Maybe that’s all about to change.” I mutter, swinging my bag over my shoulder.

“You’ll never change.” Kyle titters, his blonde hair bobbing as he slips his feet into his trainers.

I nod robotically. “For the right woman I will.”

My evening isn’t exactly going as planned. I know I’m only 23 but surely I should be able to just snuggle up in bed and watch a shitty movie and eat my ice cream like a teenage girl occasionally. When I get home the house is already pretty crowded, it’s not a party exactly, more of a get together with the team. We’ve had a busy few weeks since we came back from summer break and we’ve not had much down time. I groan internally though at the thought of not being able to have the relaxing, post training evening I wanted. We have another game tomorrow and I can’t be fucked for a night of loud music and drinking.

Nick hands me a beer and I reluctantly take it, lifting the glass bottle to my lips and letting the alcohol burn my throat as it travels down to my stomach. I’m not really a drinker, my grandfather was a drunk and he abused my mum as a kid so I don’t like to associate myself with the devil’s liquid. I’ll drink sometimes with my team after a big win, or occasionally use the stuff to numb me after a shitty game, but apart from that I tend to avoid it at all costs.

The first thing I notice when I scan the room are the three blondes from the other night, one of them draped over Lewis as he uncomfortably tries to prise her manicured nails off the collar of his shirt. The other two are sitting on Nick’s lap, practically undressing him in the living room. Normally I’d be envious, wanting some of the leggy blondes for myself, especially after I saw what they could do the other night. But every time I try to mentally undress them, Callie’s beautiful, glowing face comes into my mind and distracts me from anything else. I sigh, reaching for another beer and convincing myself I’ll be going upstairs to bed after this drink, I really am exhausted and I need sleep.

It’s Saturday tomorrow but hockey doesn’t stop on the weekends and we have another important game in the afternoon. I know I'm the captain but I’m definitely more on board for breaks and rests than the rest of my team, they’ll want to be in the gym or on the ice all morning before our game. When I put my beer down on the side, lifting my eyes back to the crowded living room I see one of the blondes staring at me, walking towards me with her sultry gaze, suggesting everything I would normally be looking for. I have no fucking clue what any of their names were, I didn’t bother to ask, I couldn’t give less of a fuck.

“Hi you,” she coos, her bright blue eyes tracking down my large frame as she runs her hands down my stomach. “Wanna continue the fun from the other night?”

I can’t be arsed with this shit right now. “No, not tonight sorry,” I say, lazily throwing my empty bottle into the bin and slithering out of her grip. I make my way up the stairs and Nick calls after me, “Where you going Taylor? We’re just getting started down here.” He winks and gestures to the blonde who is now pouting from my rejection.

“I’m done, crashing for the night,” I lift my arm in a half assed wave and trudge up the stairs to my room.

I’ve only just locked the door when I hear a light tap on the wood, I swing it open and see that fucking girl again, smiling at me suggestively. Fucking hell, can she not take a hint?

“What do you want?” I say sharply and she looks hurt again. I can’t find it in me to care though, not after I already told her I wasn’t interested. “I thought maybe we could hang out…” She whispers, looking down at the ground and shuffling her heeled feet.

I take a deep breath, digging deep in the unused part of my brain for the right words to not hurt her feelings. “Look, I’m not trying to be an asshole but I’m seriously not interested, the other night was fun sure, but it’s done with.” I try to close the door on her but she wedges the sparkled toe of her stiletto between the wood and the door frame.

Ok now she’s really starting to piss me off.

“Move your fucking foot, now.” I growl and her eyes narrow. “You’re such a prick. You think you can just use me the other night and now pretend like I don’t exist? Jerk.” She hisses, sauntering off down the hall and shoving past Kyle as he ascends the stairs.

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