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I was thankful I’d had the common sense to shave my legs earlier, because now his hand was moving lazily across my inner thigh. In shorts, his fingertips grazed my skin directly, leaving a radiating scorch in their wake.
I chanced a look at Parker and Ryan. With the way the couches were positioned and the dark room, they wouldn’t be able to see what was happening beneath this blanket. Besides, they were still too preoccupied with each other to realise Will’s hand had now inched to the hem of my shorts.
My head urged him to pull his hand away, but my body was saying something else entirely.
When he moved his hand to rest over the perfect spot, my hips rocked accordingly. Taking that as encouragement, he rubbed harder. I’ll bet he could feel how wet I was through the fabric of my shorts. There was no denying he’d awoken something in me.
My body hummed as he worked his hand back and forth. He was literally stroking me over my shorts, and it was the hottest thing I’d experienced in a long time.
This time when I closed my eyes, it wasn’t because I was afraid of the film, it was because Will’s knowing gaze was too much. I could feel the confidence oozing from him. The smug asshole knew how turned on I was.Game on, Caufield.He used to get off on getting me off, which meant he’d be just as toey. Only he wasn’t going to get the release I was incredibly close to.
When I tilted my hips, an orgasm rocked through me without warning. I hurriedly scooped up a pillow, pressing it against my face to drown out my noises. Will coughed to cover up the small moan that escaped my lips. Though it pained me to admit, I felt burden-free for the first time in a long time, like life had taken a backseat while Will’s hands were on my body.
Once my heart rate partially settled, I dropped the pillow into my lap. Will's fingers deliberately grazed my bare skin as his hand retreated. With my chest still heaving I chanced a look at him, our gazes colliding. It was taking superhuman strength not to touch him. The lust still pulsating through my blood was reflected in his eyes.
I wanted to cover his mouth with mine. I wanted to climb onto his lap and grind against his dick that would undoubtably be hard. I wanted to give into the overwhelming desire that only he seemed to bring out of me.
When he slowly wet his lips, I melted, all my resolve dissipating.
Fuck it.I couldn’t keep my hands to myself.
I reached for his crotch, my hand landing on the familiar bulge I missed. Though just as I began to fiddle with the waistband of his jeans, a loud clap of thunder rumbled above, and then everything went black.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Hughesy’s my BFF
WILL
Levi settled in my passenger seat, clipping his seatbelt in place. Like me, he was dressed in his pre-game suit, complete with his hockey jacket. It was too cold to go without.
I started the engine, warming up the car while we waited for Ryan and Tripp. My money was on Ryan to be the last one out. The dude styled his hair before games even though we wore helmets.
“Good nap?” I asked.
Our pregame ritual hadn’t varied since freshman year. After our morning skate, we always came home to nap. Now we were heading to a local diner for a routine pre-game meal with the team where I always ordered the same pasta with chicken. Then it was back to the barn for our pre-game skate before we were skating onto the ice in front of our home crowd.
“Couldn’t sleep,” Levi admitted, yawning. “I shoved my headphones in and did some meditation instead.”
I had slept like a baby. My eyes had fallen shut the second my head hit the pillow and I’d awoken feeling refreshed and ready to kill it tonight.
Levi leaned forward, checking the side mirror to glimpse the front door. I’d been watching it too. No sign of Tripp or Ryan yet.
Sitting back, Levi sipped his protein shake. “How was being Ryan’s wingman last night? Was the roommate as hot as he sold?”
Memories from last night were already at the surface. They hadn’t left. Hand stuff under a blanket was so PG-13. It was also fucking hot. I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it, and I was still trying to decide whetherthe unexpectedly timed blackout was a blessing or a curse. If I wasn’t mistaken, Riley had been only moments from giving me a hand job beneath the blanket. And crazily, despite Ryan and Parker being right there, I would’ve let her.
“The roommate was Riley,” I admitted. “Turns out the chick Ryan is trying to sleep with is Riley’s best friend.”
Levi’s eyes widened. “Shit.”
I shrugged. “It’s fine.”
Levi held my gaze. “Is it?”
Last night had been beyond fine. I’d headed straight for the shower when I got home, needing to ease the tension that had seeped into my veins after Riley had palmed my dick. I’d enjoyed myself way too much. Now I was keyed up in a good way. I wanted to do it again. I wanted to do more. But I doubt that would be on the agenda.
Levi sighed. “Not to dredge up the past, but you were a fucking wreck when you broke up. Like, more pathetic than I was when Hughesy went home.”
