“Harder,”I demand, my voice sounding far too desperate, and he obliges, slamming into me, the bed creaking under our weight. The room fills with the sounds of sex and once again, I’m close. So fucking close. To my surprise, Jamies reaches between my legs, his fingers finding my clit and rubbing circles.
“Cum for me, Ellie,”he growls, his voice a command. His words pushed me over the edge. Ishatter, my body convulsing and my pussy clenching around his cock as I scream his name. Jamie follows, his thrusts stuttering before he pulls out and cums on my stomach. His groan vibrates against my neck before he kisses me lightly.
I jolt awake, my body aching and my pussy throbbing. Sitting up too quickly, I scan my room that is now basked in morning sunlight. It’s empty. There’s no sign of Jamie or any nefarious activities. It was adream.A freaking dream!
Relief floods me, along with a bit of disappointment at the fact that none of it happened. I shouldn’t feel any disappointment. This is good. I didn’t sleep with Jamie Patterson. Why am I dreaming about it though? Do I want to sleep with him? I mean, who wouldn’t? The guy is seriously hotandhe’s a hockey player. But I can’t. I won’t.
Taking a deep, calming breath, I fall back onto my pillow and stare up at the ceiling. The dream felt so real, so vivid. I don’t know how I’m going to be able to look him in the face and pretend that I wasn’t dreaming about his dick ramming into me just hours ago. Of course, he can’t know about this. His ego can’t handle growing any larger, and my pride can’t take that kind of hit.
After my cold shower, I throw my hair up into a ponytail and put on my outfit to go to rehearsal. I always try to dress in comfortable clothes so I can easily move around and show the kids the correct blocking. We do have a choreographer that goes over the dances with them, but I’ll occasionally get up there and show them some moves.
Slinging my bag over my shoulder, I make my way downstairs. Clashing around in the kitchen catches my attention. A glass smashes on the ground, and when I turn the corner, I see Jamie leaning over the counter, breathing hard.
“Jamie?” I say, taking a cautious step toward him. He doesn’t look up; he doesn’t even move. I set my bag down on the floor and take a step closer until I can see his face. His eyes are closed, and his jaw is tight. He looks like he’s trying to keep himself from breaking down, and my heart squeezes. I don’t know what’s wrong, but I don’t like seeing him so worked up.
“Jamie, what happened? What’s wrong?” I ask with a bit of hesitation. His eyes stay shut, his chest rising and falling with each breath.
“Go away,” he mumbles under his breath.
“Jamie, I—”
“I said go away, Ellie.”
I take a step back at his dark tone. There’s clearly something wrong, and he’s not exactly ready to talk about it.
“I’m sorry, I just…”
“Jesus, Ellie!” he shouts, finally looking up at me, his eyes are full of rage and hurt. “Just get out of here!”
I jump, taking another step back, and stepping on something sharp. I hiss, and Jamie’s attention goes down to my foot. My bleeding foot.Shit, I stepped on a shard of glass.
“Damnit,” I say through gritted teeth. Pain radiates through my foot as I hobble my way over toone of the stools at the island, careful not to step on anymore glass.
“Shit, Ellie. Fuck, I’m sorry,” Jamie rushes out, moving to the counter and wetting a paper towel under the sink. He sinks down to his knees, careful to not put too much pressure on his injury, and slowly blots the bottom of my foot with the towel. I try to keep a brave face, but God, this hurts like hell. I watch as Jamie delicately wraps my foot in the paper towel.
“There’s no glass in there, so that’s good.”
“Yeah, that’s good,” I agree, eyeing him carefully. His anger from before has vanished, and it’s replaced with… concern? His face twists as he looks at the blood seeping through the towel.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have snapped at you,” he apologizes. I nod. I don’t know what made him snap, but it can’t be good. The Jamie I knew was never a hot head. He didn’t yell or fight. Then again, I don’t know this version of him. Maybe this Jamie does.
“It’s fine,” I reply.
Jamie shakes his head. “No, it’s not. I shouldn’t have yelled at you like that. I just… I got some bad news and I’m clearly not handling it very well. But you didn’t deserve that. So, I apologize.”
At the risk of pissing him off again, I ask, “what was the news?”
He sighs, and I watch his huge shoulders bob up and down.
“One of my teammates texted. Said coach is talking about replacing me as team captain. Can’t be captain if you’re not there, I guess.” He shrugs.
“Oh, Jamie. I’m sorry,” I practically whisper. He’s losing everything he’s worked for, and eventhough I should hate him, I can’t help but feel awful about the situation he’s in.
“It’s fine. I knew it would probably happen sooner rather than later. They had Theo Cramer stepping up as alternative captain. He’s a great player, and he deserves it,” he admits, seeming completely defeated. I can tell he means what he says, but it’s obvious that it hurts him to say out loud.
I place a hand on his shoulder, and he tenses. He looks up at me through hooded eyes, still kneeling at my feet. My heart skips a beat, and goosebumps rise on my skin when his hand brushes my calf. Seeing him this vulnerable, it makes me so sad for him. I know I shouldn’t, but I want to hold him. I want to tell him that everything’s alright and that he’ll be back to himself soon. But I can’t tell him that, because I don’t know if it’s true. So instead, we just sit here in silence with my hand on his shoulder and his finger tracing patterns on my leg.
It feels oddly intimate, and with the way he’s looking up at me, it sends a shiver straight down my spine. His thumb traces a slow, absent pattern against my calf, and it’s such a small thing, barely anything at all, but my body reacts anyway, heat pooling low in my stomach.
