My eyes shuttered at his hot and filthy words. He was a dirty talker, and Ilovedit. He let go of my leg and touched my clit to give me the extra pressure, and I lost it. This orgasm didn’t have a slow build-up or anything. It hit me like a truck, quick and fast and explosive. I wasn’t sure how long it lasted, but he held me harder and moaned my name.
I forced my eyes open to watch him come undone, and holy shit, it was a sight I never wanted to forget. The sweat dripping down his temples, the slack jaw, the absolute pleasure radiating from his eyes.
Yeah, Jonah Daniels was insanely, without a doubt, the sexiest man I had ever been with.
“Wow,” he said, pulling out of me and panting. He rested his forehead against my stomach for a second before looking up. “That was…”
“Yeah. I know.” I smiled, my chest tightening at how fantastic it was. Ironic how the best sex of my life was with someone I shouldn’t be with. “Worth it.”
His lips curved into a grin, and the pang in my chest doubled in size. He took the condom off and tied it before disposing of it in the small trash can that sat against his wall. He returned to his bed to lie on his back and sighed. “This will be new for me.”
“Sex? I doubt that.”
He snorted and turned onto his side, resting his hand under his head as he studied my face. “It’s been a long time since I’ve been with the same person more than once, and I’ve never lived with them. Any hook-ups I had were just that. Quick, meaningless. I could choose to not see them again.”
“Ah, and seeing me might make it weird.” I mirrored his position and narrowed my eyes. “But you’re so good at avoiding me if you try.”
He blushed and ran a hand over his face. “I guess I thought I could preventthisfromhappening. I didn’t hold out very long.”
“You did a really excellent job at it,” I teased, earning a small laugh from him. I pushed up onto my arms, groaning in the process, and stretched my hands over my head.
His eyes danced with amusement and curiosity as I slid my panties and shorts back on and left his room. My discarded shirt sat on the living room floor. I put it back on sans bra and got a tall glass of water. My body hummed, and my legs weren’t sturdy as I sat back down on the chair. We were great together. That was clear, but I had to be careful to not confuse chemistry with something more. Because I wasn’tthatnaïve.
This was a way to deal with the lust for each other without ruining anything.
The reason Michael got pissed at me was for getting involved with his teammate…was because of feelings. This wasn’t about that. Jonah and I could totally be friends who hooked up and kept emotions out of it.
I was one-hundred percent sure we could do it.
Jonah had too much on the line, and I would never risk my brother’s friendship. We were safe as long as we stayed in this feelings-free zone.
14
Jonah
Being around Ryann was a dangerous addiction that was totally going to be a problem. Not even a day after experiencing the way she kissed and how her body trembled at my touch, I couldn’t focus at the gym. I grunted through another set of weights and thought about her hair.
It was long and beautiful and such a weird thing to obsess over. But seeing it on my bed, wild and in every direction…my stomach clenched. I wanted to see it again.
“J.D.” Paxton approached the bench and gave me an approving nod. “You’re working overtime today. You good?”
“Yeah,” I said, my face burning with shame. I was thinking about Ryann, trying to push the desire for her down. Agreeing to sleep together for a few weeks was a terrible and brilliant idea—to get it all out of my system so I could focus on the season. Except no one could ever find out.
Definitely not Paxton.
“Something on your mind?” he asked, his brows coming together in concern. Speaking grew difficult again. It wasn’t like I could unload on him about my thoughts on Ryann.
“Nope. Just getting ready to kick ass.”
He nodded but didn’t make any moves to advance onto another machine or chat with his brother. He studied me a beat, and a shy smile crossed his face. “I’m here if you ever need to talk. You don’t always have to shoulder everything alone.”
“Thanks,” I gritted out, hating myself a little bit. Paxton was nice and subtle where Patrick was a charismatic playboy. They both dominated the ice, but Paxton was more my style, and I could imagine the look of revulsion on his face if he knew what Ryann and I had done. My neck hurt, and I stopped the weights to grab a drink of water. His twin called his name, and when he left, relief spread through me.
It was different than my normal reprieve when a teammate stopped chatting with me. This had nothing to do with dumb small talk and everything to do with Ryann.Get it together.I rubbed my temples and jogged a few laps before my mind settled.
Ryann wouldn’t tell anyone, and I certainly wouldn’t. I had to trust that.
No one would find out, and my scholarship would be fine—as long as I played well. I nodded to myself the faster I ran, letting my breathing get heavier and my muscles burn. Sleeping with my roommate would help me focus, actually. The attraction would go away, and there wouldn’t be these constant thoughts about her. Yes, this was a decent plan.
