Page 91 of Bad Wolf

Then I dive into the pool fluid and strong. I give myself a minute to float back up to the surface and try to relax as best as I can. When I feel I’m ready, I make my way over to the side again, set the timer on my wrist, and then surge forward.

After thirty minutes of laps, alternating my strokes, my muscles start to scream, this time though, it’s in a good way. I listen to my body and stop the timer, impressed by my lap count considering I haven’t been up here in a while.

I slow down rather than come to an immediate stop. Enjoying the quiet and the feel of the water as it sloshes over me.

I can do this. I can get back on form and show Wren that the loss of time doesn’t define us.

Playoffs are just around the corner and seeing as though I can get a little lost in her, I’ll have something other than Wren to focus on, like in high school. We had lives separate from each other. Not much, but enough.

We had mutual friends, and she came to practices and home games, but when the team played away it gave us time to breathe on our own. She studied, watched her chick flicks, and caught up with her girlfriends.

She’d always hang out with me and my guys or my family after school, so it was good for her to get those moments with her friends. We had balance.

If not for those nights away, I don’t think we’d ever have any time apart. Wren is addicting. One kiss, one touch, even one smile sent your way and you’re a goner.

Back then, our love was an innocent kind of devotion. High school dances, hockey tournaments, homework. Those were our biggest worries. This time around, we need to make it count.

I get out, drying off enough so I can make my way back downstairs and hit the shower. My dick begs for attention, and after a while, I give in to temptation. After going so many rounds last night, it makes me kinda proud that he’s fighting fit and ready to go again.

I give my cock a rough tug and then widen my stance, letting my mind wander back to last night. Back to Wren soft and pliant beneath me. The way her nails scored down my back, the way she begged me for more.

I pump in earnest, letting that spark ignite and grow until I can’t take anymore and unleash. Wren’s pleads are an erotic soundtrack I want on repeat. Hot spurts of cum paint the tiles and I point the shower head so that it all washes down the drain as my breathing levels out.

The bed calls my name before I’m even out of the bathroom, and once I am, I collapse flat on my back and fall asleep in my towel.

I wake a few hours later to see it’s dusk out, and I reach for my phone on the other side of the comforter.

A message from Troy sits idle on the screen and I sit up ready to swipe and reply when it hits me. I haven’t messaged Wren. She said I’d know her number, might even still have it.

I scroll toDin my contacts and there she is. Where she’s always been.

Stored asDream Girlsince I saved it in my phone over nine years ago.

I’d chased her through the quad, her friends doubled over as she made them laugh. Her jet-black hair, swept up in a ponytail, swayed as she fought the laughter that racked her body.

“Hey,” I’d said lamely, and, “Hey,” she’d replied.

“You coming to the game tonight?”

“Are you starting?” She was all sass. Cute too.

Like that was ever in question, “When have I not?”

She’d cocked a dark eyebrow at me.

“I have a lot of studying to do, Madden. I’m not sure I’ll make puck drop.”

She started to move again, her black and white chucks pointed in the opposite direction of me. I stepped in front of her, gripping the strap of my bag so I didn’t reach out to tuck the strands of fallen hair back over her ear.

She narrowed her eyes at me, waiting to see what my next move was.

“I’ll make you a deal. You come to the game and be there before the puck drops, and I’ll drive you to the library tomorrow night.”

“I can walk—”

I stepped in close, voice low so only she could hear me. Everyone knew she was bright. Smart. But I’d picked up more than once that she was actually a closet geek.

“Notthatlibrary. The one in the city.”

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