“Mmm,” she murmured, her body wrapped around mine. She checked her phone for the time and saw a text from her roommate. “They’ve all gone for an early breakfast. She must have borrowed something from Abby or Chloe, or just wore what she had on last night.”
“So, no rush?”
“Not on my end. Do you have practice or anything?”
“Team meeting and light skate, but not for hours.”
“So I have time to take the lead,” she teased, then rolled on top of me, straddling my hips, her curls flowing down her back and in front of her bouncing tits.
“You can try,” I said, bringing my hands up to cup her and brush my thumbs across her already hardening nipples.
She edged ahead, but I stayed in the game.
* * *
“How wasit with your parents last night?” Megan asked me a few hours later. We’d both taken care of bodily functions and nuked some leftovers from her fridge and then crawled back into bed, content to stay in our cocoon as long as possible.
Forever, if it was up to me. Which it was not.
“Good. Better than Friday night, for sure.”
“You were taken off guard that night.”
“Yeah. Still.” I’d been an ass to my parents when I met them on the ice during the moment of silence for J. But we’d moved past that. The realization that Megan was The Girl had jump-started peace negotiations that had held through dinner last night.
“Seeing them today?”
“No, they had an early flight.” I looked at my phone on Megan’s bedside table, tilting it to get the time. “They’re already in the air.”
“Ugh. They must have gotten up so early.”
“Yeah.”
“And the party after the game? You didn’t stay long.”
“I wanted to be here,” I said, truthfully. I’d gone to the house that a few of the seniors on the team shared. Guys that had been classmates of my brother. It was expected as a member of the team. And doubly so for me, because those guys felt a weird obligation to look out for me. It pissed me off as much as it touched me.
Good dudes. But not J.
Nobody was.
Plus, I was happy to make a quick exit when Ches spied me and made a beeline toward me. I extricated myself as quickly as possible, even told her I had a girlfriend now. She looked at me with both hurt and incredulity. She reminded me that I’d told her I didn’tdogirlfriends, and the fact that I’d slept with her twice, months apart, did not mean that I would be changing my stance on that fact. Something I had told her again that night at my house when she interrupted Megan and me.
And I’d meant those words. But that was all before I got to know Megan.
I knew it wasn’t fair to Megan that I’d placed so much on her before we’d even met. And that she technically wasn’t my girlfriend when I told Ches she was. Both of which were sins I was willing to commit, easily, to make her mine. To make those cries of passion during sex, that she was my girl, come true.
“I’m glad you texted,” she said, sliding her hand down my chest and into my joggers, which I’d put on when I used the bathroom, in case any of her roommates came in. Her warm hand wrapped around my cock, and I wrapped her in my arms, taking her with me as I rolled her to her back, settling my body into hers.
“Me too.”
Chapter25
Logan
Something was up with Connor.And maybe Paige, too. They both seemed a little restless during our class Wednesday night. Paige was chipping off her nail polish, creating little flakes of blue on the knee of her jeans. Connor’s foot never stopped tapping, even when it was his turn to speak. Especially then.
It happened. Some weeks, somebody was just… off. We’d all developed a kind of sixth sense to the mood in the room. Who needed watching. Who needed more time to speak. Who needed a push. We’d bonded in the six sessions we’d had.