My fingers keep working her clit, and I know exactly when she snaps.
Taryn screams again, and I swallow the noise as her pussy strangles me with the rhythmic pulses of her orgasm.
Even if I wanted to hold back, I couldn’t. I’m too far gone.
The first wave of pleasure takes my breath away as I feel myself explode into the condom.
It’s my only regret. I wish I could fill her with my release, send her back to the party with my cum still inside her.
When the last wave of my orgasm ebbs away, I have to force myself to leave Taryn’s soft body.
I’m still catching my breath when she turns around.
Fuck. If I thought that she was beautiful before, I hadn’t seen her after an orgasm. After I made her come.
Her eyes are the greenest I’ve ever seen them; her cheeks are flushed; her lips swollen by my kisses.
I’m caught in the depths of her gaze and I know that I’m in big trouble.
There’s no way I can be done with her. I’ve always been the one-night stand type, but obviously not with her.
Against every promise I made myself, I pull her into my arms and I kiss her. It’s deep, but this time it’s unhurried.
“That was…” she doesn’t finish the sentence, but the way she’s looking at me tells me everything I need to know.
“I know.” I tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear. “If we hadn’t both come to Star Cove, I would have lost you forever. You have no idea how many times I had beaten myself up for not speaking to you at the Gamma house the night of the last finals.”
She rears back as if I had slapped her. “What are you talking about?”
“I saw you arrive with your friend and I was coming to say hi. But you were talking to one of my frat brothers. Tim, the one who was?—”
“You’re mistaken.” She cuts me off. “I wasn’t at that party. I was packing my apartment that night, ready to set off first thing in the morning.”
I blink, confused. “No, you were there. I definitely saw you.”
Taryn looks away. “You must be mixing me up with someone else. I wasn’t there. Jodie and I were packing. Maybe it was after the Frozen Four final or some other time.”
I think about it but I’m sure I saw her that night. “No, it was that night. I remember because I was playing beer pong in the basement with some guys on the football team, but I received a phone call from Coach Harrison with the date he expected me on campus here in Star Cove. I walked away to answer the call, and I saw you. But by the time I came back into the house, I couldn’t find you.”
Taryn insists. “Maybe it was another blonde. I wasn’t there on my last night on campus. Now, if you’ll excuse me, peoplewill already think we were hooking up, and my boyfriends will be wondering where I disappeared.”
“Your boyfriends? What are you talking about?”
“I’m dating Colsen and Tucker.”
It’s my turn to feel as if she had slapped me across the face. “You’re dating two of my teammates? Don’t you think you should have told me that before I put my dick inside you?”
“It’s complicated.” She bites out.
Complicated. I hate that fucking word. It’s used as an excuse to cover up shitty behavior more often than not.
“I gotta go.”
“Taryn, wait.” I begin to follow her out of the bathroom, but I realize that my jeans are still pooled around my ankles and the used condom is still hanging from my softening cock.
“This is what you deserve for breaking your resolution to focus on hockey this year.” I tell my reflection as I wash my hands at the sink after cleaning myself up. “Women bring nothing but drama and trouble.”
For some reason, this hurts more than when I found out that the woman I had brought home from one of the bars on campus at the beginning of last fall semester was my coach’s brand new, much younger wife.
