Page 27 of The Hockey Player and the Tutor
Brin: I’m at the mansion. What time do you think you’ll be here? Your princess is patiently waiting.
I smile thinking of the arrangements we’d already made earlier this week. After our first time together, we’d spent as much time as we could with each other over the last week. It’s been tricky with my hockey schedule and her studies, tutoring hours, and helping out with the haunted house.
Being with her has been my every waking thought—morning, noon and night. Not hockey. Not school. Not future career choices.Just Brin.
She’s tied me up in knots with a constant raging hard-on when I think about the three times we’ve had sex since that first time. Once I got a taste of her, I couldn’t stop. I now need her every minute of the day, which really sucks because I don’t get to see her nearly enough.
I type out a message back to her, hoping she’ll get a chance to read it before I get there.
Me: Just showered and heading home to change into my costume. Your prince will be there shortly.
I’m excited to see her in her costume. She’d told me she was dressing up as some princess or White Queen from theAlice inWonderlandbooks, which had my mind going to all sorts of places it shouldn’t go. And these aren’t fairytale images or G-rated thoughts. All I can imagine is ripping off the bodice of the princess dress and sucking on her tits while she strokes my cock over the britches of my costume.
Arriving at my apartment, I pull out the costume that hangs in my closet and get dressed as fast as I can. Then I pack up the surprise I have for her and head back out the house. My body still screams at me from the beating I took on the ice today, but once I’m in the arms of Brin, none of that will matter.
The mansion is a short ten-minute drive away from the campus and, thankfully, Breckin was heading to the bars tonight on foot, so he lent me his car. As I turn off the main campus road and leave the lights of Bayside University in my rearview, the excitement of being with Brin tonight bubbles over. I’ve never been this excited to be with a girl before. And then it hits me.
I think she’s the one.
The realization strikes out of nowhere. I’ve found the girl for me. The perfect fit. The one I want to spend the rest of my life with.
Okay, so I’m fast-forwarding things a bit, considering two weeks ago I didn’t have time for a relationship or to date anyone. But all that changed with Brin. None of that matters and suddenly I can’t wait to tell her how I feel about her.
Pulling into the gates of the mansion, I drive up and find a parking spot. At least fifty cars are parked around the property. The minute I get out and head up the stairs, I hear laughter, music, and the undeniable sounds of sinister Halloween antics.
Having already been to the house a few weeks ago, I know my way to the room Brin has decorated and is hosting. I walk through the giant front doors and the hallway is dark except for some flashing lights and the soft glow of lanterns. Eerie sounds fill the foyer and a fog machine pumps out a ghostly mist.
I chuckle at the scary atmosphere. The sorority did a great job turning this place into a haunted mansion. I take the stairs two at a time, passing other partygoers who are dressed in costumes. A room down the hall plays Halloween music and orange and black lights flicker on and off in strobe-light effects.
When I reach the door of Brin’s room, I hear laughter coming from inside. The wood floor creaks as I push through the doorway. As soon as I step inside, I hear a high-pitched shriek and someone jumps in front of me.
“Boo!” Lola shouts, her hands raised and waving around in the air. I roll my eyes. She’s dressed as Alice,but she has fake blood over her face and costume, and she cackles and runs around like a crazed woman.
“If you’re trying to scare me, you didn’t succeed.”
She pouts at my comment and bends at the hips to extend her hand in a swooping gesture.
“Well, that’s my cue. I’m going downstairs to scare up something to drink. The room is yours.”
I’m just about to mention Aidan will be looking for her, but out of my peripheral vision I see a voluptuous goddess step into the light. Standing in corner of the room, illuminated by lanterns and strobe lights with the sounds of spooky noises piped in through speakers, is the White Queen. Brinly appears in a floor-length gown, all in white, and a bodice that emphasizes her generous curves. Which is to say, her tits are practically popping out at the top.
I swallow thickly “Holy shit, Brin. You look fucking stunning.”
She doesn’t say a thing, instead just crooks her princess-like finger at me in a gesture that sayscome here.
So, I do as commanded and walk toward her.
But not before she stops me and says, “Shut and lock the door.”
ChapterThirteen
Brinly
I’ve had this on my mind all day long.
Actually, scratch that. Allweeklong.
I’ve imagined being alone again with Preston in a dark room where I can get down on my knees and thank him for…well, for just being Preston. For being so amazing and changing my life the way he has.
