And what about that slender body, with curves in all the right places? My cock begins to thicken at just the thought of how Taryn would feel in my arms while I explored her mouth with mine.
Even the sound of her voice filled me with a desire I’ve never felt before. Taryn’s voice is a little different from your typical girl's. It’s feminine, but her timbre has a husky quality to it that makes it sound more mysterious, more sexy than any sound I’ve ever heard.
I know I’m not the only one who noticed her. Tucker looked pretty taken too by the new girl, and he didn’t waste any time trying to get her attention.
It’s ok. I’ll let Tucker shoot his shot and if she isn’t into him…
What if she is into him, though?
It’s gonna be fine. If she’s into Tucker, I’ll be happy for them. My best friend deserves to be happy. Since his huge crush on Bex went sideways, Tucker has been out of sorts. I don’t think I’ve seen him hook up with anyone in months.
I need to make peace with letting the cards fall as they may for tonight. Then I can talk to Tucker and see what’s up.
What about you, though? Don’t you deserve to be happy?
I run a hand through my hair, rooted to my spot by that obnoxious voice in my head.
I deserve to be happy, too. I haven’t had a serious relationship since the long distance relationship with my high school girlfriend ended. She cheated, and it hurt enough to make me want to avoid any connections deeper than one night of fun. I’ve been single for almost two years now and I’m ok. I realized that we were just kids and our high school romance couldn’t handle the almost nine hours between Seattle and Star Cove. Not at the time when we were supposed to grow up and find ourselves, at least if it’s true what they say about college being a time of discovery.
But the matter is that I’ve been fine on my own. I’ve never had any problems getting female attention, and hockey kept me busy enough that I didn’t feel the need to look for anything long term.
I’ve been content with my life, so why is walking away from a woman I barely even met is making me spiral? For all I know, we might have nothing in common. Even if Tucker hadn’t pounced on her, things might have gone like they usually do when I meet someone new.
We’d flirt over a drink, we’d have a fun night together and then see each other around.
Or, we might have hit it off. She might be as gorgeous on the inside as she is on the outside.
Just that thought is what’s torturing me right now and preventing me from stepping into the building where my shared apartment for the summer is.
My thoughts go back to Tucker. Chances are he’s going to flirt with her and either overdo it and say something to get immediately friend zoned or he’ll lose his nerve and fold. He’s been doing that since Bex didn’t give him the time of day.
I’ve only had one light beer. I could get in my car and go back to the pier.
And do what?
This time the answer to the question in my head is easy. I could see how things were going between Tucker and Taryn.
I’m not going to stand in my best friend’s way. If they are hitting it off, I could be Tucker’s wingman and make sure he gets past his heartbreak over Bex.
If the vibe between them isn’t romantic or sexy, I could take my chances and see if there’s attraction between me and the hot new girl.
I’m going to be honest about my intentions, too. I would never betray my best friend, and we’ve worked out stuff like this before if we were attracted to the same woman. May the best man win has always been our motto.
My phone vibrates in my pocket and I wonder if it’s Tucker. If it is, that could help me make my mind up if I should go back tothe pier or join Nash in the apartment we’re going to share this summer with Tucker and Macklin.
To my surprise, the text isn’t from one of my friends but from Coach.
You have been added to the team chat by Coach Harrison
Coach: Good evening, ladies! I don’t know where you all are and what you’re up to, but since you’re all moved into your training camp apartments, I decided that giving you tomorrow off would be a waste of our time. Why wait to start training on Monday when we have a perfectly good Sunday at our disposal? That would also give us a day to catch up and shake off any rust accumulated since our final game last season before the film crew arrives on Monday. I’m sure you all want to look good. So that said, if you’re having pillow fights and braiding each other’s hair, call it a night. I’ll see you all tomorrow morning in the main building gym at seven a.m. sharp. Sweet dreams, everyone.
A groan escapes from me.
Go figure. I should have known Coach Harrison was gonna find a way to fuck up our last weekend of freedom.
In the next few seconds, most of my teammates reply to acknowledge the change in our schedule. Pretty much everyone throws in an emoji or some kind of promise to be there bright and early.
Everyone except Tucker.
