She shrugs. “Turns out he’s a terrible kisser. You know how I feel about that. Sex without kissing just feels empty and disconnected.”
“That sucks.”
She sighs. “Right? He seemed like he could really toss me around easily.” She eyes me slyly. “Maybe I need to find myself a hockey player, too.”
I laugh at her over the top winking. “Go for it. You can have the whole team.”
“Ohh, now we’re talking about getting spicy. Night, babe.” She puts her empty glass in the sink and heads for her room.
“Night.”
Even though I spent most of the night hanging out with Easton, I surprisingly did have a good time. I fight the smile tugging at my lips while I sip my water, failing to smother it.
When I return to my room, my phone screen lights up on the nightstand.
My brows furrow when I check the text from a number I don’t recognize. The contact name isHat Trick Kingwith the wet emoji.
Hat Trick King:Wish you were still with me right now.
Worry slices through me for a moment. There’s no way Johnny would go through the effort to text me from a different number, let alone somehow have it already saved as a contact. He’s not bright enough for such a strategic play.
And to be honest, he’s not skilled enough for any hat tricks. On the ice or in bed. I can’t recall one good orgasm I had becauseof him. He’s too selfish, only ever focused on his own pleasure. He was the kind of guy who thought his dick was enough magic to get me there without any kind of foreplay, so I’d end up taking care of myself. I’m certain he only plays hockey for the fringe benefits.
Maya:Who is this?
Hat Trick King:The only man for you, baby. I’m ready to prove it as soon as you let me. Did you make it home okay?
Oh. Easton. A wry smile twists my lips and my thumbs hover over the keyboard as I relax.
Maya:I don’t remember giving you my number. [tongue out emoji]
Hat Trick King:That’s because you didn’t. Technically Reagan did.
The photo. She must’ve sent it as a group text. I didn’t check since I was too busy resisting my attraction to him. I shoot a glare with no real heat behind it towards Reagan’s side of the apartment.
How the hell did he get his contact saved in my phone asHat Trick King, though? The only time my phone left my hands was when Reagan wanted to change the music and her phone wasn’t connecting to the Bluetooth speaker after we left Easton to go to the kitchen.
No, you know what? I don’t need to know. It doesn’t matter, it’s done now.
Maya:So you stole it.
Hat Trick King:You miss every shot you don’t take.
Hat Trick King:If you’re really not comfortable with me having your number, I’ll delete it. Say the word and it’s gone from my contacts.
The second message comes through only moments after the first cocky response. I bite my lip. Other guys I’ve been with were never so considerate of my comfort the way he is.
Johnny never respected me, period. It’s easy to see that now in hindsight looking back on our relationship. If I can call it that. Most of the time it was him manipulating me to get what he wanted.
I doubt the time I caught him with someone else was the only time. He probably cheated on me the entire time we dated.
Easton might flirt and joke around, but when it comes to my boundaries he knows when to stop without making me feel like shit about it.
Maya:No, it’s fine. But don’t even think about sending me a dick pic or I’ll make you regret it.
Hat Trick King:Never. Not unless you begged for it, baby.
Maya:I don’t beg, and I’m definitely not begging to see your dick.
