Page 93 of Daring the Hockey Player
I am enjoying every minute of his naked body, and when he gives me a half-second view of his cock, I swear my ovaries are going to explode. The man could put a baby in me, and I'd be down for it, and I'm the girl who never wanted kids.
"You're being a tease," I say and shuffle back on the bed, propping myself up on the pillows.
"Oh, a nip slip!" Jasper teases as I get comfortable. "You've got great breasts. You should show them to me more."
I laugh under my breath. "Right, I'll flash you and the team to show my support at your next game."
"You'd better not show your tits to anyone but me," Jasper growls. "But a celebratory boob flash after a game sounds wonderful. As long as I'm the only one who gets to enjoy those tits."
"These tits?" I ask and flash the phone at my breasts before bringing the camera back to my face.
"Damn, girl. Do that again."
A muffled knock comes from the other side of the phone. Jasper shouts, "Go away!" I can't hear the response, but he groans, unpleased with the situation. "I swear my brother is trying to cock block me."
I can hear a few muffled words from the other line, likeshowerandgirlfriend,but I'm not entirely sure what the hell was just said.
"I can't help it if you're not getting laid!" Jasper retorts, and his brother mutters something else unintelligible through the phone.
"Do you need to go?" I ask, sensing his frustration.
Charlotte knocks on the bedroom door. "I hate to interrupt, but are you two almost done? I'm waiting for you to put on the movie."
Clearly, our getting interrupted is killing the mood.
"Now, your bestie is trying to cock block me?"
"She's your biggest supporter, second to me," I say. "But I don't think this is happening tonight."
He growls and repositions the phone back up at his face. "Yeah, you're right. Rain check?"
"Yes, but can I cash in when you're back home, and it's not phone sex?" I ask.
Jasper chuckles. "I'm holding you to that. You, me, one hot date and a night that you'll never forget," he says.
He knows the right words to tug at my heartstrings. "Break a leg tomorrow!" I say and grimace, realizing that maybe that's not the best phrase to say to an athlete.
Jasper snorts and shakes his head. "If I do, I'm blaming it on you."
"Kick their butts. And I'll see you in a couple of days?" I don't want to sound overly eager and like I'm expecting to hear from him daily. We're not officially dating. And while I've never done casual, I don't want to chase him off or scare him.
"We're roommates," Jasper says with a laugh. "Better believe it."
We both hang up and as disappointed as I am that our little phone sex tryst didn't pan out, the thought of him taking me out on a real date makes my insides tingle. I climb off the mattress and head for Jasper's dresser, stealing a T-shirt that falls down to my knees and a pair of his boxers, walking out into the living room.
Charlotte is texting someone while situated on the sofa, stretched out. She moves her legs when I join her in the living room.
"Ready?" I ask, grabbing the remote and queuing up the movie. It's a rom-com flick that's fairly new that neither of us saw in the theaters. I'm not expecting much since it flopped at the box office, but it's something new to watch that neither of us has seen.
She points at the bowl of popcorn on the living room table that she made, and I grab it, bringing it to the sofa to share. "I should grab us something to drink before the film starts." I shove the bowl in her lap to hold while I grab two girly beers from the fridge.
On the fridge is a magnet in the shape of a hockey stick, with a bottle opener as part of the design. I use it to pop the tops off the beers, bringing the drinks back to the sofa.
"Thanks," Charlotte beams and taps my girly beer with hers. "Have fun with the new boyfriend?"
I chuckle. It was fun, but it didn't end like how I'd have hoped. "Sure, until his brother interrupted."
"Ouch. Does he still not know about the two of you?"
