Page 34 of Ice Me Out
I’m vaguely aware of her turning around to spit in the sink as I check my phone.
I wonder what Luke wants, I think, as I tuck myself back into my jeans.
“Hey,” the girl’s voice pulls me out of my own head. She’s glaring at me. “Rude much? You just jizzed in my mouth. Could you at least say thank you before you look at your fucking phone?”
She isn’t entirely wrong, but something in her shrill voice, in the way her mascara is running, giving her look raccoon eyes, makes me laugh.
I know that was the wrong reaction when her eyes narrow into two furious slits. Somehow the effect is lost because that accentuates her raccoon look.
I cover my mouth with my hand, hoping to trap another peel of laughter.
“Sorry doll,” I try to soothe her, wiping under her eye with the pad of my thumb. “It was my captain. I have to go.”
Her mouth opens in a little shocked o, her chagrin replaced by doubt. “Jamie, are you going because you didn’t enjoy it? If this gets out, my reputation?—”
I shake my head. I’ll never understand puck bunnies. She isn’t worried about people knowing that she gave me a blowjob within minutes from meeting me for the first time. What she has a problem with is that people, and especially the rest of the team, might think that her blowjobs aren’t top notch.
“No, doll. I swear, it’s nothing like that.”
She doesn’t let me finish. “Is it because I didn’t swallow? I promise it’s nothing personal. But I only swallow with boyfriends.”
Interesting. It’s the first time I hear something like that.
“You don’t have a boyfriend, right?” I ask, suddenly a little put off by the thought.
I like to have fun. I’ve always embraced the puck bunnies as one of the greatest things about playing hockey in college, but I draw the line at girls with a boyfriend.
Some no strings attached fun with a single girl is hot, but I’m not a cheater. I would never lay a finger on another man’s woman, no matter how tempting.
“Oh, no. Nothing like that. I broke up with my ex when he tried out and didn’t make the team. I want to date a hockey player.”
Ok. I’m not judging her for having goals. Just not this particular hockey player.
I wrap my arm around her shoulders, walking toward the bathroom door. “Someone will be very lucky to date you, doll. But you remember what I told you when we got in here, right? Before you came all over my fingers and before you decided to return the favor. I’m not looking for a girlfriend. This can only be a one-time thing. You agreed to it before anything happened between us.”
She bites her bottom lip, batting her eyes at me. “Yeah, I remember. I was just hoping…”
Fuck no.
“I enjoyed getting to know you, but we had a deal. You wanted to take some selfies together and to have some fun. That was the offer you took.”
She steps away from me, crossing her arms over her chest. “Yeah, I know. But I heard so many things about you. I was hoping we’d get to at least spend the night together. Now you have to go and you don’t even remember my name. You keep calling me doll.”
I hesitate. She’s right. “Of course I remember your name,” my fingers close around the doorknob, as I try to remember our introduction earlier. “It’s Marissa. Such a pretty name for a pretty girl.”
Her arms tighten over her chest and her tits don’t move. She must have implants.
“It’s Carissa.” She scowls.
At least I was close. I know better than to say that, though. “That’s right.” I smile, crossing the threshold. “Carissa, sweetheart, I’m sorry. I really have to go see what my captain needs. It’s been a pleasure, though. See you around campus, ok?”
I keep my head down as I go down the stairs and cross the crowded living room. Several people call my name, trying to get my attention, but I ignore them.
“Hey.” I find Luke outside with Connor and Keene. “Did you want to see me?” I wonder what the matter is. It must be some roommate related issue if Luke asked us all to have a word with him.
I rack my brain to think if I did something that could have pissed off our captain and come up empty.
Not to toot my own horn, but I’m a great roommate. I’m not a slob. I respect other people’s property and I’m quiet. I never even bring hookups to our condo. Even Poonani hates me less than the others.
