Cam is already out of his skates and out the door heading home by the time I make it to the locker room. Jaxon sticks his head in. “Hey, Coach.”
“’Sup?” I ask him, putting my skates under the bench.
“I’m going to head out, but I wanted to see if you wanted to come over for dinner.” He looks over his shoulder. “Something less formal for us to maybe talk about this year. I was thinking maybe around six, six thirty?”
I nod at him, knowing this is an olive branch he’s extending to me. “Sounds good,” I tell him. “Do me a favor and send me your address. I’ll bring dessert.”
“Awesome,” he replies, walking out. By the time I quickly go over the notes from today’s practice, make it home and order dessert, it’s six when I’m on my way over to Jaxon’s, who lives about twenty minutes away from me.
I pull up to the house, parking on the street, grabbing the white box of desserts that I got, and heading to the front door. Pressing the doorbell, I wait for Jaxon to answer. He pulls open the door, and he stands there with jeans and a black Warriors T-shirt on, with his son on his hip. “Come in.” He moves away and I step in.
“Hey,” I say to Jagger, “what’s up, little man?” I hold up my hand. “High-five.” He holds up his hand and gives me a high-five. Then he smiles big at me and looks at Jaxon.
“I was just going to change him,” Jaxon states as we walk into the house. “Please make yourself at home.” He points to the kitchen that leads into the family room. “I’ll be right back.”
I walk over to the kitchen, placing the box on the counter before I look around and step into the family room. I head over to the built-in shelves where there are photos of Jaxon and his wife, Ariella, a couple of pictures of Jagger when he was a newborn and then, I swear, I think time fucking stops. Or at least that is what it feels like when I see the face of the girl who has been fucking haunting my dreams for the past five months.
It's a picture of them on a beach somewhere. She’s standing at the side, her face straight, looking at the camera. Her eyes are not as bright as they were the last time I saw her. Her hair is loose with those soft waves I can’t get out of my head. She looks just as beautiful as I remember. My heart feels like it’s about to come out of my throat when I see a picture of her and Jagger with a #1 Auntie on the top of the frame. It can’t fucking be.
“Hey.” I look over at Jaxon, who has come back into the room without Jagger. “Sorry about that. Ariella was in the shower. She now has him.”
“No worries.” I try to not freak out just yet. “I was just looking at some pictures.” I point directly at the picture of Victoria and Jagger, hoping he says she’s a family friend, maybe Ariella’s sister. I hope she is anyone but his sister.
“Yeah, Tori got him that last month,” he explains. “She’s been trying to get him to say that she’s his number one aunt.”
I swallow down the lump in my throat as the back of my neck starts to burn, and everything feels like it’s coming crashing down when the front door slams shut. “Honey, I’m home.” Victoria’s voice rips through me, going straight to my cock, and then at her little giggle afterward. I have to blink once, twice, three times. “It’s Jagger’s favorite person.”
I stand as if my feet are in cement boots as she walks into the house, and I try not to freak the fuck out. “Oh good, you guys didn’t eat. I’m starving,” she says, looking at Jaxon and not seeing that I’m here. I look at her, taking in her hair which is almost like it was the first time I met her, pinned back by a clip at the back of her head. Soft tendrils fall to the sides of her face. Her cheeks are pink and not because she just came from my cock or my tongue but because of the makeup she has on. Her eyes are blue today but when she finally looks at me, I see them change before my eyes and widen in surprise. “Um,” she hesitates then looks at Jaxon, “I didn’t know you were having someone over.”
“Well, you didn’t call, so how would I be able to tell you?” He teases her as he wraps an arm around her neck and pulls her close to him. “Coach, meet my baby sister, Victoria.”
five
Victoria
I turn my head to the side, and I swear I have to blink about a hundred times to make sure what I’m seeing is real, and not that I’m daydreaming Zane is fucking standing here in the middle of my brother’s living room. Like Cupid literally picked him up and delivered him straight to my door with a bow around him. “Um,” I hesitate, looking back at Jaxon and trying to hide the fact I’m silently freaking the fuck out. “I didn’t know you were having someone over,” I say, hoping my voice doesn’t crack with the nervousness that shoots through me. I swear, I feel like you would be able to see how fast my heart is beating because it feels like it’s coming out of my chest.
“Well, you didn’t call, so how would I be able to tell you?” he teases me and wraps an arm around my neck. At any given time, I would push him off me and call him a dick, but I’m thrown right now. “Coach,” he says, and it takes everything inside me not to gasp; this is his fucking hockey coach, “meet my baby sister, Victoria.” Jaxon looks at me. “Tori, this is my coach, Zane.”
“Victoria,” Zane says my name and I’m transported back to five months ago as he groaned my name when my mouth was attached to a certain part of him. He comes over to me and my eyes go to that special place I liked, but the black jeans he’s wearing don’t give anything away. He extends his hand to me and Jaxon lets me go.
I hold out my own hand for him and just like the first time we met, electricity passes through me. For the past five months I’ve tried to find that same feeling with every new guy I’ve met. I would shake their hands immediately to see if the spark was there, and then wait for it. It never fucking happened, but now with him, in front of my brother, it feels like I just got electrocuted. “Zane,” I say his name, as if it’s the first time I’ve ever said it and not that I’ve moaned it out numerous times in the past five months without him, “it’s a pleasure to meet you.”
“Likewise,” he replies, his broodiness back. I take in his green eyes and note the differences in his appearance. His hair is cut shorter on the top than it was before, and it looks like he ran his fingers through it to the side. But his beard is longer, and I think I shiver as I remember what it felt like between my legs.
“I thought I heard you,” Ariella says, and I walk over to her, making sure I swing my hips a little bit more than I should. I’m also really happy I wore these jeans today since they show off my ass. Jagger is on her hip in his pjs, squirming to get down. His hair is combed over to one side, still wet from his bath that he was probably in not too long ago.
“Hi,” I say to her, trying not to freak the fuck out and run out the front door, slamming the door shut behind me. “I was in the neighborhood.” I bend down, pointing my ass in Zane’s direction. “How is my handsome boy?” I pick him up and kiss his neck. He takes it for one second before fighting to get down.
“How were you in the neighborhood when you live on the other side of the city?” Jaxon questions, laughing,
“Leave her alone,” Ariella scolds Jaxon. “Also, hi, Zane.” She walks around me and heads to Zane and kisses his cheek. He smiles down at her and if she wasn’t madly in love with my brother I might, perhaps, maybe, by accident, pull her head away from him. “Welcome.”
“Thanks for having me,” he says. His voice rumbles and I look over my shoulder at him. “I brought dessert.”
“I love dessert,” I interject, and his eyes come to mine. “It might be my favorite meal.” I see the memory flash into his eyes when we ordered cake in the middle of the night, and he grabbed the whip cream and smeared it on my nipple so he could lick it off me.
Jagger walks over to Ariella and pulls at her legs to be picked up. “I’ll set the table,” I tell them.
