by Sarina Bowen
Violet grabs her chest, so now I’m thinking the trouble might be cardiac arrest. “Wait—do you mean Ryan Wesley? You’re…” Her eyes practically roll back in her head. “That kind of Canning? Your brother is one half of Wesmie?”
“Wesmie is a stupid name,” I insist, taking a slug of my beer.
And here I’d spent all this time thinking Violet was smart. But she’s been rendered speechless by the appearance of Blake Riley, who is now explaining that he’d coined the Wesmie term.
“Always knew I’d go viral some day,” he remarks, stroking his chin. “I thought it would probably be a sex tape, or for eating twenty saltines in way under thirty seconds. But you can’t choose the way you change popular culture. It chooses you. Je suis un elefant élégante.”
She gapes at him.
“Hey, Jessie!”
I turn and find Wes at my shoulder. With a smile, he leans in and kisses me on the cheek. “I can only stay for one beer. Told Jamie I’d skate with his team at practice tonight. But I have a half-hour to spare.”
“Aw!” I hug Wes. “That’s so nice. Those kids will be pumped up.”
“Sure, ’til I make ’em do suicide sprints.” He gives an evil laugh. “Who needs a beer?”
Violet’s hand shoots into the air, stick straight, fingers tensed.
“Easy, Hermione,” I mutter. “Classes ended an hour ago.”
I regret the words as soon as they’re out, because Violet actually looks sheepish, which I didn’t think was possible on her know-it-all face. So I introduce her to Wes, who buys her a beer, and then to Lemming, who strolls up a few minutes later. Violet almost faints for the third time in ten minutes, but I’m over it now.
“We’re heading for Montreal next week for a preseason series,” Wes says, tossing cash onto the bar.
“Is that why Blake is pretending to speak French?”
“That would be my guess. Hey—check out evil roomie’s face.”
I steal a glance at Violet, who is rapt. Lemming is holding her hand in both of his, whispering to her. “Who knew?”
Blake enters the conversation with a snort. “It’s a basic law of chemistry. Every chick wants a hockey player.”
“Not hardly,” I argue. “And I did well in chemistry.”
“Kids,” Wes warns. “Play nice.”
I drink my beer. And then Blake offers me another one, which I accept because he’s rich and I’m a poor student who is nice enough to cook his dinner some nights.
“What are you drinking?” he asks. When I tell him, he makes a face. “Let’s upgrade you. Yo, Lisa!”
The bartender approaches, all five feet of her. The blue mohawk she’s sporting gives her another inch, though. “Whadaya need, Blakey?”
“My girl Jess needs a beer. What would you recommend?”
Lisa tilts her head, appraising me. “I think a Velvet Fog. It’s a wheat beer.”
That’s really not my thing. “How about…”
But Blake holds up a hand. “Lisa knows. Trust the process, Jessie.”
He and the bartender exchange a glance, and then she moves off to tap me a beer I’ve never heard of.
“Was that just a little weird?” I whisper to Wes.
He grins over his glass. “Sometimes you just gotta roll with this place.”
Whatever.
Wes leaves for practice a little later, but two more players arrive—Eriksson and the new guy, Will O’Connor.
Eriksson says hello to me, but then parks himself on a stool, diving into conversation with Lisa. It sounds as if she’s counseling him on some aspect of his divorce.
And anyway, I haven’t met O’Connor yet, so I focus on him. “I’ve just had my first month in Toronto, too,” I tell him. “It’s a nice town, right?”
“It just got nicer,” he says in a deep, smoky voice.
Dude, really? I suppress a weary grin. “How’s that?” I wonder how cheesy he’ll get if I let him.
“Because you’re here.”
My smile pops free. “Uh-huh. So what else do you like about Toronto?”
“My new place is killer. I rented a penthouse apartment with a hot tub on the terrace.”
“Did you, now?” Inwardly my eyes are rolling. Hard.
O’Connor props an elbow on the bar and tips his chin onto his hand. He blinks at me, and his lashes are so long I’m pretty sure I felt a breeze. Will O’Connor is a pretty boy. He’s got wavy hair and the aristocratic cheekbones of a Ralph Lauren model.
He’s beautiful and he knows it. Even the way he’s flashing a bicep at me right now feels rehearsed.
“Sounds like a party,” I say. “How’s your kitchen? That’s the one thing I really hate about living in the graduate student dorm. I can’t do any cooking.”
“Oh, I’m not much of a cook. As long as the coffee machine works and the fridge is full of beer, I’m a happy boy.”
“I see. So the kitchen isn’t your favorite room. How about…”
He lifts his eyebrows and grins at me. “The bedroom, you mean? Most chicks want to know all about my bedroom.”
“I bet they do,” I say with a straight face.
He leans in, close enough that his breath tickles my ear. “I can give you a private tour later. Or now if you want. I’m happy to ditch these losers.”
I jerk at the nip of his teeth against my earlobe.
Did he just bite my ear?
Before I can lecture him about proper bar etiquette, O’Connor is being pulled backward, courtesy of Blake.
“Hands off,” Blake says in a low voice. “That’s Wes’s sister.” But the possessive gleam in his eyes makes it clear that any sisterly feelings on his side play no part in this macho posturing.
“Chill, bro. Message received.” O’Connor winks at me before drifting over to Eriksson.
“What the hell was that?” I hiss at Blake.
“Good question. You go first.” He crosses his huge arms over his chest.
“I’m not allowed to talk to your teammates?”
“Talk all you want. But flirting ain’t allowed, honey.”
Seriously? “I’ll flirt with whomever I want,” I shoot back.
“Aw, you really think that?” He smiles. “That’s so sweet.”
I don’t get a chance to respond, because he slides onto the stool next to mine and now he’s the one whispering in my ear. The sound is so low and dirty that chills break out across my back.
“Baby? If I don’t get to fuck you, nobody else gets to fuck you. Especially O’Connor—that dude lays one finger on you and I’ll tie him to the net at the rink and practice my slapshot on him.”
My eyebrows soar. “Well, aren’t we bloodthirsty.”
“Thirsty, period. And hungry. So. Goddamn. Hungry.”
As warm lips brush the side of my neck, my panicky gaze darts toward Violet and the others. They’re not paying any attention to us, though. My roommate is engrossed in whatever Lemming is saying to her, and Eriksson and O’Connor are chatting up a pair of brunettes now.
“If you’re that in need of nourishment, go order another beer. And some nachos.” My tone is as indifferent as I can muster. “I’m sure that’ll solve the problem.”
“Only one thing’s gonna solve this problem,” Blake corrects. His gaze lowers to his crotch, and God help me, but I look down, too.
Yep. He’s hard. It looks like he shoved a forty of beer down there and tried to smuggle it into the bar.
Why does his dumb dick have to be so stupidly big?
I take a deep swallow of beer and then hop off my stool. “Gotta use the ladies’,” I lie. It’s either that, or keep sitting here next to Blake and fight the urge to undo his pants.
I scurry away before he can answer. The corridor that leads to the restrooms has two long lines. I stand behind a tall blonde, under the pretense that I indeed have to pee. Which I don’t. Though I probably will by the time this line reaches the bathroom.
15 Basic Math
Blake
I wait for Jess outside the jill.
When she emerges, I pounce. Even though I don’t mean to startle her, she gives a little squeak of surprise when I clamp a hand around her arm and tow her toward the back door.
I push it open, making tracks toward my Hummer, while she sputters out a question. “What…Blake! I wasn’t ready to leave!”
“So don’t leave. But you and I need a minute alone.”
“We really don’t.”
She could not be more wrong. It’s blissfully quiet out here, so I angle her against the door of my oversized car. “We weren’t done talking.”
“You’re never done talking,” she mutters back. “All you do is talk, you big motormouth.”
I grin down at her. “Did you just call me a motormouth?”
“Yes! Because you are.”
“I use my mouth for more than just talking,” I remind her. “But you already knew that. Remember back in March? All that begging you did about what I should do with my mouth?”
Her cheeks flame. “I told you, it was a one-time thing.”
I slant my head. “And the wedding?”
“Also a one-time thing.”
“One plus one equals two, babe.”
“Gee, congrats! You can do basic math!” She presses her palms to my chest to try to move me, but I can see the precise moment she gets distracted by the knowledge that she’s touching me. Her touch softens and she takes a shaky breath.
I lean in until our bodies are touching everywhere. “Look, it’s cool. This can be another one-time thing.”
“This?” Her brown eyes lift toward mine.
“Yeah, this.” And then my mouth crushes hers. Not a second passes before she grabs on to my shoulders and tugs me closer.
Our tongues meet, and Jess shivers in my arms. I work it slowly, dragging my tongue against hers, devouring her bit by bit. Suddenly, her hips are rocking against me, her leg sliding up to hook around my hip.
I am ridiculously hard. The fly of these jeans is in danger of exploding like my aunt Judy’s pressure cooker last Easter.
Boom!
“Boom?” Jess mumbles against my lips.
I must have said that out loud.
“We need more room,” I improvise, expecting to be shot down. But her hand shoots out to the side and grabs the handle to the back door of my truck.
I help her open it, because I’m polite like that, and two seconds later we’re sliding onto the seat and I’m yanking the door shut behind me. I tug her onto my lap and dive right back into her sweet mouth. She moans so loudly it vibrates my tinted windows. Did I mention how sweet my ride is?
Jess’s hand sneaks under my untucked shirt and onto my abs. “This won’t become a usual thing,” she mutters between kisses.
“No,” I agree. The fact that we’re on the same page is awesome. I don’t do relationships.
We do another swan dive into a kiss deeper than a mineshaft. I grab her ass in both hands and give it a nice, filthy squeeze.
“It’s a…study break,” she pants.
“A little stress relief,” I assure her as I slide my hands underneath her shirt and unclip her bra in back.
I grab her top and yank it over her head, then toss it into the front seat. The bra follows. Then I’ve got two hands full of boobalicious goodness. Jess has the sweetest tits. I just want to press my face between them and make motorboat noises.
But I forget all about that idea when her hands drop to my fly. She unbuttons my jeans and then yanks on the zipper. It’s only partially successful because my jeans are as tight as fuck right now, and she’s sitting on me.
I help her out, because I’m fun like that. And a second later she’s got one of her smooth little hands wrapped around my cock.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” I start to mumble. Then I cup her head and pull her to me again.
She wiggles away. “I want a taste,” she whispers, ducking lower.
Before I can even respond, there’s a pair of soft lips dropping kisses on my cockhead. I stop breathing. Then she licks the sensitive place on the underside. “Fuck, baby. Get up here.”
She shakes her stubborn head. “I want to give you a hummer in your Hummer.”
I let out a laugh and wind her hair around my hand. I’ll give her a couple of minutes, I guess. Fair’s fair.
Her hot mouth takes the crown in, and I gasp. It’s so, so good. She sucks hard and wraps her hand around my base, her fingertips teasing my balls. Tipping my head back against the headrest, I wait, pleasure coursing through my body.
It takes a few minutes, but eventually Jess looks up at me, panting. “I can’t…get much of it.”
“I know, baby. Nobody can. Good of you to try, though. Come here.” I beckon.
She gives her silky hair a toss. “No. I hate failure.” She leans over and kisses my tip again. “Mmm,” she murmurs, tonguing me.
My hips pulse with longing. The sight of her pink tongue lapping at me is crazy hot. “You fucking kill me,” I groan. “Come here already.”
This time, I don’t wait to be obeyed. I place my hands under her arms and haul her up until she’s straddling me again.
It’s tricky work, but I jam a hand into my back pocket and fish out my wallet. I open it on her knee and yank out the condom that I keep there.
Jess gives a little shiver. “Never meant to do this tonight.”
“Don’t overthink it.” I tear the packet and roll the rubber onto my aching dick. “You just need a little recharge on my docking station.”
Our eyes meet. Time stands still for one perfect second.
Then we both explode with laughter. Jess honks like a duck and then clutches her side, and I’m howling. She grabs my shoulders to steady herself, and we’re both still cracking up. I wrap my arms around her and bury my face in her silky neck, trying to calm down. But the laughter ripples through us for another couple of minutes.
Eventually we’re left with just the odd titter. She’s smiling at me, and I’m grinning back at her.
“Never a—” She gulps back another laugh. “—dull moment with you, huh, Blake?” Her boobs jiggle when she laughs, and I suddenly remember how badly I want her.
“Nope.” I cup one of her tits and stroke gently. “Not dull.”
Her expression gets a little hazy and soft. She leans in and kisses me.
Man, this is some really sweet stuff right here. My arms are full of the prettiest girl in Toronto. She’s a good friend and a great lay. How rare is that? I’m not worried that I’ll see a picture of my bare ass on Twitter tonight or what the fuck ever. Maybe Jess and I don’t always see things the same way, but she’s honest with me even when I wish she wasn’t.
And right now, what’s honest about her is how she’s rubbing herself like a cat in heat on my chest as we make out.
“Jessie,” I whisper against her lips. “I want you so bad. Let me have you.”
“Unnmf,” she grunts.
I reach under the short skirt she’s wearing and find a tiny pair of underwear that I quickly tug off. “Now, baby,” I urge. “Do it.”
She lifts herself onto her knees, and I line up at heaven’s entrance. Then she’s sliding down slowly. We lock eyes. Her mouth makes a perfect O as she lets out a moan.
“That’s it,” I encourage her. “Fuck yeah.” She’s hot and tight and perfect.
She leans in, and I have to kiss her. I’m in heaven and I’m desperate. So I guess I’m heasperate. I roll my hips and suck on her tongue and everything is awesome awesome awesome.
“Oh fuck,” she mumbles, beginning to ride me. “You feel…oh fuck. Oh fuck.”
“I know.” I brace my feet and meet her stroke for stroke. “Fuck me just like that. So hot.”
No, hot doesn’t even begin to describe the visual I have right now. Her tits bounce as she moves, the ends of her silky hair brushing my pecs. I’ll probably never bother with porn again after tonight. I can just relive this—a turned-on girl getting herself off
on my cock, her brow creased with pleasure.
My balls tighten up just watching her.
She takes a deep breath and grips my shoulders. Hard. “Oh, Bl-Blake,” she pants.
My name on her lips makes me feel like a superhero. I’m so close it hurts. Grasping her hips, I pump her body harder onto mine.
Jess gives a little shout of pleasure, followed by a whimper. The sounds she makes just knock me over. Every breathy little pant and throaty moan goes straight to my happy dick.
And then she’s groaning and shuddering, clenching my cock like a vise. “Fuck, yeah.” I lever my body off the seat and pound into her. Release breaks over me like a wave. With a growl I impale her once. Twice.
Boom!
Jess
It’s quiet again, save for the sound of my pounding heart. I’m naked, except for my skirt that’s bunched up around my waist. I’m in the back of Blake’s car. And I’m still on his giant…
Yikes. When I give into temptation, I really give in.
There’s obviously a masochist living somewhere inside me, because instead of pushing him away, I dove onto his dick. Damn this man. Even now he seeks out my lips with his. He’s such a great kisser. Slow and seductive but utterly relentless.
Until five minutes ago, I hadn’t had sex since the spring. Since Blake. My body obviously rebelled from the lengthy dry spell.
I’m so disgustingly weak.
And he’s so disgustingly sexy.
I gather the last threads of my dignity and disengage all our various body parts. Moving onto the seat beside Blake, I spot my panties on the floor. Grabbing them gives me a good reason to avoid eye contact.
One big hand curls around my hair. “Hey. J-Babe?”
“Mmm?” I keep busy so I don’t have to look at him.
But he waits me out. “Jess?” he says softly.
Giving in, I turn my chin.
“You’re the coolest girl I know.” His eyes light up when he smiles at me.
That smile brings a little flutter to my chest. It shouldn’t, though. That’s insane. “We’re not making this a regular habit,” I say for my own good.
His grin doesn’t slip. “No kidding. But it sure was awesome. Does my truck rule, or what?”