Page 8 of On Thin Ice

“Come on, just tell us, is she blonde?” I snicker, pressing my palm into his shoulder.

He shakes his head. “Brunette, actually,” He smiles and I let out a belly laugh at seeing him blush like that over a girl.

Nick is a lot like Kyle and I, we don’t usually go further than a one night stand with women, but it seems like me, Nick has become infatuated by this mystery girl. Maybe we’re all growing up.

“I thought you hockey boys only date blondes.” Callie says, lifting her almost empty glass to her pouty lips, lips I would die to suck into my mouth right now.

“Nah, that’s a myth,” I muse and she turns to me. “We only date 5-foot-4, sassy mouthed girls who think they’re better than us. You fit any of that criteria?” I grin and she rolls her eyes at me.

“You don’t date anyone Sean Taylor, you just fuck and chuck.” “I think I'd like to date you Callie Burch.” I whisper, still grinning at her. I see her emerald eyes flicker to my lips before she blinks, trying to hide the fact she wants me, I know she does.

“Hey, did Pelker’s skate cut your stomach earlier? Coach said something in the locker rooms about you needing to ice your stomach as well as that gash across your face.” Nick interrupts my unspoken moment with Callie and it takes me a moment to remember what the fuck he just said. My mind is on some sort of hallucinogenic drug when she’s around me and I can’t fucking think straight.

“Erm, yeah I did cut my stomach but it’s not that bad. It’s probably healing up already.” I say, lifting the hem of my t-shirt and showing Nick the long, but thin gash that slices through the centre of my hard stomach. Callie groans beside me and I flick my eyes to her face. It’s twisted into a painful expression and a flash of panic hits me in the chest, is she hurt or something?

“What’s wrong?” I say, letting my t-shirt fall back down to cover my stomach.

She gives me her signature scowl. “Can you stop showing me your sexy body? I’m trying so hard to resist you here and you’re not making it any easier for me.”

A loud laugh explodes from me and Kyle at the same time.

“I think someone is wavering…” He says, smirking at Callie whilst she narrows her eyes even further at both of us.

“Never,” She states, clenching her thighs together and making my dick instantly hard with need. “I might be finding it hard to resist his hot body but he makes it easier for me every time he opens his mouth and words come out.”

A smirk covers my face. “I can use my mouth to make you happy if you want, wanna go upstairs now and I'll show you?”

She scoffs, flicking her hair. “You wish I was that easy Taylor.” She saunters away and I watch her with a satisfied grin on my face. She can deny it all she wants, but she’s definitely wavering.

“Why is she playing so hard to get? I know she wants me.” I say to Anais who is also watching Callie make her way up the narrow staircase of Mac’s huge house share.

Anais snickers. “She’s not playing hard to get, she is hard to get. She only broke up with her boyfriend a week ago and she doesn’t do hook ups. I’ve known her for almost two years now and not once has she had a one night stand.”

I sigh, I guess I'll compromise then, if that’s what it’s going to take to get what I want.

“I guess I could break my ‘no dating’ rule to win her over. If I’m going to see anyone more than once it’s going to be her. There’s just something about her, I just can’t…I can’t stay away.” I muse as Callie’s sexy thighs disappear out of view at the top of the staircase.

Anais tips the last few drops of her drink to her mouth and tries to hide her smug smile. I think I'm already ready to give up the fight, Callie has made it pretty clear that’s she’s not going to be the one to give in easily. She says she doesn’t want to hook up, so maybe I could take her on a date instead? The idea alone makes me shiver with equal parts excitement at being around her and also complete and utter panic. I’ve never dated anyone before, it’s unknown territory for me and if I'm being honest it scares the shit out of me. But I think I need to put my big boys pants on and accept that I really fucking like this girl and I think it goes past just sex. Wow, I think I am growing up.

Chapter 8

Callie

A few minutes of silence is all I need, my head is thumping from the music, not helped by the sloshing of alcohol that I knowingly added to the mix. But of course, I won’t be granted that moment of silence because my stalker is in the house with me and he practically follows my every move at this point. Considering I’ve only really known Sean for a few days he sure does act like he’s obsessed with me.

“You ok?” His deep voice interrupts my peaceful silence from the doorway of the random bedroom I’ve made myself at home in.

I grumble. “I was until you came in and bothered me.”

That just makes him laugh and he moves to sit beside me, his manly scent invading my senses and making me wet again. For fuck’s sake, what is wrong with me? I’m like a horny teenager around him.

“Why do you hate me so much? You barely even know me.” He says, his hand clenching the bedsheets between our thighs.

“And yet you’ve managed to make an enemy out of me, well done Captain.” I chuckle and he sighs. I lift my eyes from where they rest in my lap and look at his face, it’s softer than usual, the arrogance invisible and clouded by something else that I can’t decipher.

“I don’t hate you Sean, you just irritate me, and this cat and mouse chase you’ve started isn’t going to end well, trust me.”

He twists his body to face mine, our knees brushing off each other. “No Callie, you trust me.” He pauses, fighting an internal battle with himself. After a silent beat of contemplation he blurts, “Let me take you out on a date.”

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