Page 21 of Valentine's Kisses
"In that case, let's make a bet."
She gives me her best side eye. "Like what? Who can be the bigger slut?"
My heart smiles because this time her laughter is real. I catch a glimpse of my old friend, and that makes me so happy. "We all know who that would be, please and thank you. How about a bet to see who can land the hottest hockey player?"
It'll be her, and I'm alright with that. She nods her head, placing her hand in mine giving it a gentle squeeze. "It's on like Donkey Kong, bitch!"
“Yes!" Rolling down the window, I howl at the moon. She laughs as she mimics my motion. We're on the prowl, all those sexy hockey men better beware.
***
With my rap sheet, I never thought I'd have another chance to play hockey again. I won't ruin my second chance.
-Hunter Warren
Arriving at the party, we all receive porcelain masks at the door. I'm touring Crestwood University in Savannah because sometimes second chances do come around. I keep waiting forthe rug to be torn out from underneath me. Luck has never been on my side.
Once upon a time in high school I was a hockey prodigy. The world was at my feet. Even scouts from the NHL were beating down my door, and one fucked up decision annihilated it all. Joy rides that end in your best friend dying will do that to you. I rub my chest, where the tattoo of him lays, and my mouth repeats the vow that I made to him as he was dying.“No more drugs. No more alcohol. Never." Since that fateful night, no addictive substance has entered my body, but I still lost it all. Just like I deserved.
Six months ago, a man in an Armani suit showed up and changed my life for the better. The Crestwood Hockey team has changed not only coaches but unanimous benefactors. They've never won a game, which looks terrible on this prestigious Ivy League school's resume.
Somehow my name was brought into the higher up's conversations, and now I'm here training a year earlier than expected. In fact, I’m about to make my debut in the next couple weeks. We won't make the playoffs this season, but next year, we'll kick some much-needed ass. The rich donor's assistant has recruited guys and one girl from all over the country.
The party house I’ll be living in next semester is all kinds of impressive, and that says a lot coming from a rich bastard's son.The house is an Antebellum style home that's popular around the older parts of Savannah. Originally beige in color, it was painted white sometime last year. At least that's what my guide says. Not sure why he thought I'd like to know that little tidbit, but whatever. The lawn is in pristine condition, complete with two fountains, an outside deck and fire pit.
The music is thumping, and puck bunny pussy is alive and well in this place. This is what I need, to sink into the warmsoftness of a beautiful woman. My mind and body need that. It needs to forget what I am, what I did, just everything.
Stopping dead in my tracks, my cock instantly stiffens. My eyes possessively roam over every inch of this raven-haired beauty's curvy body. I've always loved every type of woman, no matter the size, shape, and color. My dick and I, we don't discriminate, and the way this vixen's ass jiggles when she sways to the beat of the music should be against the law.Her red jumpsuit clings to every curve, and I have this overwhelming urge to bite her all over while staking my claim. I have to fight the urge to beat my chest with my fists. The beast inside wants to let everyone know that she's mine for the night. Waltzing over, I slide the guy that's dancing with her out of the way.
"Hey man." The douche canoe responds.My only response is a glare that says I'll fuck you up if you don't leave. He shrugs, allowing me to turn my thousand-watt panty dropping smile on her.
She throws her head back and laughs. The sound is surprisingly intoxicating. "That was rude, caveman." Her voice is as smooth as honey just like her skin. Her heart thumps in the palm of my hand as I caress her throat with my thumb. Her eyes darken with desire, and I have to stop myself from taking off her half mask so that I get a better look at her whole face. She's a fucking eleven on a scale from one to ten.
"I don't like sharing."
Chapter 2
Burning Down the Gazebo
It's almost magical to be held against another, when both of you wear masks that are half covering your face. The anonymity makes it all the more appealing, not to mention extra naughty. -Lynx
Lynx
The way the sexy Adonis in front of me moves his hips to the beat should be illegal. Moisture has been building between my thighs ever since he leveled that guy I'd been half-heartedly dancing with, with just a glare. If looks could kill that boy would have been dead on arrival.
The swollen appendage in my "captors" jeans rubs against my soft belly. He's tall, maybe 6'4, and his dark brown hair hovers on his forehead as he grips my throat like a possessive obsessive book boyfriend. Hand necklaces, oh, how they make me so wet. At least, I'm finding that out now, as I've never actually experienced one.
My Adonis is wearing a tight form fitting white shirt. The dark bootcut jeans he has on hug his ass perfectly. Without grabbing said perfect ass, I'd make a wager that one could bounce a quarter off of it. Maybe I'll get a chance to do just that tonight. He seems willing, and I'm close to panting already.Which is crazy because we've barely touched each other yet. "That seems rude, caveman."
His grip tightens on my throat a fraction, while his beautiful blue gray eyes pierce through my soul. "I don't like sharing."
My eyes widen at his bold proclamation. He's definitely willing. It takes all I have in me to not beg him to take me now on the spot.Please sir.Instead, I ask him a question. "Care for a drink?"
He stills beside me but recovers quickly. "Nah. I better not."Okay. That was a whole thing, but not my circus not my monkeys. We won't see each other again beyond tonight, so I don't ask him what that weird stiffness was about. The sexy masked man takes his other thumb and rubs my bottom lip, which drives me bananas. He's a lot more skilled in the art of seduction than I am.
His voice is husky. "You're so fucking beautiful. Do you attend here?"
Bringing my finger to his lips, I shush him. I'm not usually one to take control of a sexual type of situation, but with the mask, the words tumble out freely. "I appreciate you putting forth the effort, but we won't see each other again after tonight. Want to get out of here for a little while?"
