Griz: A Fake Relationship College Hockey Romance

by E. Cleveland

  “What the fuck, man?” I nod to the can.

  “What?”

  “What if Player saw you right now?”

  “Is he here?” he asks.

  “No.”

  “Then why do you fucking care?” He takes a swig instead of just saying fuck you.

  “There’s no beer in the fridge,” Gucci interrupts. “Did you buy them when we were at the game?”

  “No, man.” Blaze smiles at him, like he’s proud of whatever the fuck this is, “This is one of my CTBs.”

  “What’s a CTB?” Hattie has been staying out of this mess, but curiosity got her.

  “Closet temperature beer,” Blaze answers. “I keep ‘em in my room. It’s not like I’m up there getting hammered. It’s nice to have the option when I want one or two though.”

  “That’s not an option you’re supposed to have, Blaze. Actually, you ruined that option for the whole team, remember?” My temper stiffens my spine. Hattie rubs her hand down my back, and some of the tension eases, but Blaze is pissing me off too much for it all to disappear.

  “Blaze, c’mon. What are you trying to prove? Let’s just keep this between us. Player doesn’t need to know or the coach or that mean chick. Just toss it, man,” Canuck cuts in.

  “Who is this fucking hurting?” He holds up the can. “Who? Just stop riding my ass, and let me enjoy my CTB in peace.” He heads out toward the stairs, his CTB and mountain of pizza in hand. He reaches the foyer when the front door to the house opens.

  “We got snacks!” Kaylee yells out as she walks in.

  Player comes in behind her, and my sister behind him. What I wasn’t expecting was for that mean chick to also be with them. From the look on Blaze’s face, he wasn’t expecting to see Pricilla either.

  “We’ve got ice cream and chips, candies and even beef jerky.” Kaylee holds a bag over her head and shakes it around. “We’re gonna celebrate this win like it’s a sleepover party for twelve-year-olds.” Her glasses fog up and she keeps dancing around.

  No one else is dancing.

  Blaze looks from Pricilla to Player. “Seriously? What the fuck is this? You’re just springing her on me now, like, gotcha!”

  “What’s he talking about?” My sister shuts the door and starts taking off her stuff. She’s not the least bit intimidated by Blaze’s tantrum. She grew up in a house with Gucci and me. She’s immune to stuff like this.

  Kaylee, however, looks less immune. Her big glasses clear up and her eyes look wide. “Okay, I didn’t know this was going to be a thing.” She points between Pricilla and Blaze. “I invited Pricilla to come over to celebrate. No one is checking up on you here.”

  “Not today, anyway,” Pricilla cuts in, levelling her gaze on Blaze.

  “You guys didn’t tell me you won.” Blaze looks betrayed by us.

  “You didn’t ask, man,” Canuck answers.

  “No one has to try to get ya, Blaze. They don’t need to. You’re always like this. It’s pathetic.” Player’s voice is flat with disappointment.

  The shots are fired, and they hit. I watch the anger on Blaze’s face recede. He stares down at his empty can.

  “So, you think you’re just going to follow me around all year?” he snarls at Pricilla…probably because he wants to distract himself from the look on Player’s face.

  “Not all the time. Just when it’s most inconvenient for you.” She hangs up her coat and steps out of her boots.

  “Fuck me.” Blaze shakes his head. He sounds tired. This whole thing is played out, for all of us.

  “No thanks. I’ve seen your work, and I wasn’t impressed.” Pricilla follows Kaylee toward the kitchen. She stops, grabs Blaze’s beer can and keeps going. “I’ll take that, thanks.”

  Blaze looks like he might follow her to the kitchen and put up a fight, but he looks over at Player and thinks better of it. Instead, he takes his pizza up to his room, no doubt where he’ll enjoy many more CTB’s tonight.

  “This is a lot.” Hattie rests her hand on my arm, taking me out of the drama and putting my attention back where it belongs. “Want to go to my place now?” She tucks her red hair behind her ear and looks up at me.

  “Yeah.” I lean over her and kiss her. When her lips are on mine, her body pressing into me, I couldn’t give two fucks about this stupidity with Blaze anymore. I pull back from her and grab her by the hand. “Let’s go. Right now.”

  28

  Break It In

  Hattie

  “It seems like things might be tense at your place for a while.” I hit the button on the elevator to her floor.

  “Yeah, there’s a lot going on. Well, that’s not true. It’s not a lot. Blaze is being a prick lately. That pretty much sums it up.” There’s anger in his voice.

  The elevator doors slide open, and we walk down to the apartment. I unlock the door, and Griz opens it for me, letting me pass by him. We get inside and get our winter stuff off. Our boots look cozy together.

  “It seems like he doesn’t want to make it better.” I understand his frustration. The whole scene I just witnessed about the beer was tense. I grab Griz’s hand and lead him to the sofa that is now a part of our legacy.

  “Man, this sofa is where it all started, huh? You know, a lot of guys would have their balls permanently screwed up trying to lift this thing. It has to be the fucking heaviest sofa bed on the planet,” he half jokes, half complains as we sit next to each other.

  “I’ve got an idea. It’s not going to fix anything with Blaze, but it’ll help you.” I clap my hands together.

  “I’m listening.” He smiles.

  “What if you fake move in here.”

  “Like, pretend I’m living here?” He doesn’t look like he follows.

  “Yeah, you’d pretend to move in with me. Then you don’t have to live in Hormone House. If it helps you out, why not, right?”

  “Are you trying to get me to move in?” He smirks.

  “I’m just using a system that works.”

  Griz laughs. It’s nice to see him not so stressed about the hockey stuff.

  “Sneaky. I like it. But even if that drama wasn’t going on with the guys, I’d still want to spend more nights here. With you.”

  “Yeah? I’d like that too. I like seeing your stuff around here,” I admit.

  “I like just spending time here with you, even when we do nothing. And especially when we’re doing something like this.” Griz leans over and pulls me into him with a kiss. He pulls back, and I want so much more. “You know, if I’m living here, I’m going to fuck you on every surface in here.”

  “Oh, yeah? Where’s the first place?” I whisper.

  My body flutters alive at the suggestion. My thighs tense up, and I want to feel his body on mine so bad. It might be harder to live with him than I thought. What am I going to do when I have to get to class, and I see him get out of the shower? Or if I’m off to work at the paper, and he’s strutting around in nothing but those plaid pajama pants? I’m gonna end up being a college drop out. No. I won’t let myself do that. I hope.

  “Right here.” He kisses me again, and his hands slide under my shirt. He tugs it off quickly, and my bra goes too. He pulls me toward him until I’m straddling his legs. Griz cups my breast with his hand and lowers his lips to my nipple. A tingle travels through me as he pulls it into his hot mouth.

  “Ohhh,” I whimper, rolling my head back and arching my back to him.

  Griz holds my other breast in his hand and lazily rolls his thumb over my nipple. He slides his other hand down over my ass and rolls me back over so I’m sitting on the couch and he gets down on his knees on the floor.

  “Take them off,” he demands.

  I lift my hips and tug down the fabric of my pants and underwear. Griz peels off his shirt, and it distracts me. His hands wrap around the material, and he yanks them down my legs and off my body like he couldn’t wait another ten seconds.

  “I’m going to eat your tight fucking pussy on every surface in h
ere too.” His promises rush heat over my skin. He holds my legs open, but has to crouch down too low, so he guides my legs over each of his shoulders and slides me back until his mouth is back on my pussy. Griz drags his tongue up until he finds my clit.

  “Ohhh.” I tangle my fingers in his hair. I lift my hips to meet his mouth, aching for release. His fingers pinch my thighs, and he pulls my clit inside his lips, rolling his tongue over it. “Oh, Griz, that feels so… Oh… my… ahhh!” I cry out. Everything inside me quivers with my orgasm. Even with my favorite vibrator and a head full of porny thoughts, I’ve never cum that hard that fast before.

  My legs slide down his arms, and I sit up a bit as Griz unbuttons his jeans. I don’t even pretend to look him in the eyes. My attention is completely on him pulling his thick, hard cock out of his pants.

  “Do you want to pull out the bed?” I’m not really sure what the plan is here. The look in his eyes tells me that’s not it though.

  “No, I’m not fucking you on the bed.” He pulls a condom out of his wallet and rolls it down. “I’m bending you over it.” With a hand on each hip, he flips me onto my belly. He settles me on my knees so my ass is bent over the seat, and my tits and face are pressed into the cushion.

  “I want it hard,” I whimper, my body begging me for the deep, full pleasure his cock promises.

  “That’s because you’re my bad girl.” He smacks my ass and pushes his cock inside me as my pussy tightens around him. “You like it like this?” He thrusts into me until I feel a pinch of pressure and then, just a little bit more.

  “Ohh,” I groan. “Uh-huh.” I can’t manage words. I can barely manage thoughts. His cock hits at an angle that sends ripples of paralyzing bliss through me.

  “You’re so fucking tight.” His cock throbs inside me. “Oh, I can’t…”

  Griz kneels behind me, holding my hips and fucking me deep. He tenses up as his cock pulses in my pussy. I cry out as my own orgasm overtakes my vocal cords like I’ve been possessed.

  Griz collapses on top of me, his cock still twitching inside. When he slowly pulls out and moves back, I want to feel his weight on me again. I feel like if he doesn’t hold me down, I might float away.

  “Let’s pull this thing out.” He helps me up to my feet and kisses my shoulder.

  “Yeah? Sure.” I pull off the cushions and Griz unfolds the bed. It still has clean sheets on it from when Julian and my sister visited. They spent the night in my bed, getting my sheets all “honeymoon-y”, and then didn’t even change them.

  Griz lays down and tugs on my hand to join him. “I think we broke it in,” he murmurs.

  “I bet.” I laugh, lying next to him.

  Now that it’s broken in, it’ll be more comfortable. Just like us. There’s a comfort level between us that most people don’t feel for years. I’m my truest self with him. My most real. And he loves me for it. I love me for it too.

  He spoons me, pulling me in against his body, holding me tight. He’s the big spoon. Always. I smile about my questionnaire, the wedding, the bachelor auction and even this ugly sofa. I’ll never be able to get rid of this thing now. It has too many memories. When I’m a senior, I’m going to have it wrapped in a plastic couch condom to preserve its history. I snuggle back against him, and he makes a satisfied rumble.

  “I love you.” His voice is raspy with sleep.

  “I love you, too,” I whisper.

  His arm tightens around me and my mind slows down. My thoughts drift, and then turn hazy, but I just keep thinking of the same words over and over: worth it.

  Worth every penny of that thousand dollars. Worth every awkward moment. Worth every soul-baring confession. Even worth this couch.

  Worth it all.

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