At some point during the week, I’d decided I couldn’t bring myself to ask her about a relationship or push her to consider that there might be something more between us right now—not with what she was going through. We’d agreed to keep things exclusive, and no matter what we were calling this I was happy with the way we were together and I didn’t want to risk that by making her uncomfortable.
I knew I’d have to find the courage to tell her that I was completely in love with her, but even still, a part of me wondered what good it would do to admit that. It would probably just make everything hurt worse when we graduated.
The refreshed and excited look on her face when I picked her up at the airport meant she was positively glowing, and I knew it was because she’d been home for a week. It reminded me there was no chance in hell she’d ever feel that way here long term.
She ran toward me at baggage claim and wrapped her arms around my neck. I laughed and squeezed her tight. “How was the trip, Hawaii?”
“It was prefect,” she said. “I needed the beach and the surfing. I even worked a shift at Kennedy’s café. It all felt so refreshing.”
“I’m glad,” I said. Though maybe if she liked it there just a little bit less, we’d actually stand a chance.
“Can I take you out for dinner?” I asked as I grabbed the handle of her carry-on suitcase.
“I’d rather go back to your place and order in,” she said seductively. “I really missed you. If I have to watch a video of your dick one more time rather than experience the real thing, I might whimper.”
I laughed and looped an arm around her waist as we walked toward the door. I dragged her bag behind me.
“Alright, you order food for delivery, and I’ll make sure you get a good dick-down before dinner.”
She moaned in relief. “Finally. You can take me to dinner tomorrow though. That sounds nice too.”
“Deal. You know, I’m fine just hanging out without the sex if it makes you uncomfortable,” I said, needing to be certain she knew that.
She smirked at me. “Leo, it means so much that you keep checking in with me. But what I want tonight is your cock hitting deep inside me until I scream your name.”
“Okay, well, I’ve officially lost the capacity to be respectful now since my dick is pushing against my zipper in a very unrespectful way.”
She gave me an evil grin. “I can take care of that. Get in the car.”
I tossed her bag in the backseat of my Audi and opened the front door for her. She sat down and as soon as I had the car in drive she reached across the center console to unbuckle my pants.
“What’s happening, Hawaii?” I asked, my breath catching as her hand wrapped around my dick.
“I’m researching road head. I want to understand the placement of one’s hands and the logistics of experiencing orgasm while controlling the car.”
I groaned.
“Make sure you describe the feeling of unloading down my throat in a way that I can use for my book please.”
She lowered her head and wrapped her lips around me. There was no way I was going to be able to explain anything to her other than saying, “This is awesome, your mouth is so warm, you suck cock like a fucking queen, and I barely kept control of the car. Next time we should probably pull over for safety reasons.”
A couple days later,Sophia came to watch one of our practices. She said she was doing it for her next article, but I kind of hoped she was doing it because she’d missed me last week. I’d hoped to catch her after, but she’d texted to say that she had to get to a study group for one of her exams coming up. The time between Thanksgiving and winter break was short, and she was studying frequently for finals.
I’d just slipped into my sneakers when I heard our goalie, Mitchell, make a comment about someone being a smoke show. I shifted my attention to him, half expecting it to be standard locker room talk, but also paranoid he was talking about Sophia.
“Seriously, she has access to just about everything else. Why not let her into the locker room so she can see what we’re all packing? Might give us a shot,” Mitchell said, snorting.
Devon laughed and then glared at me. Harley had been booked and while I’d never answered his text, he knew I was the one who’d ratted him out. Devon had not been handling it well. In fact, I’d even had to start watching my back around my own teammate on the ice.
“Pretty sure she already knows what Harrison is packing,” Devon said, gesturing to me. Mitchell and a few of the other guys turned in my direction.
“Fuck off, Devon,” I said, shaking my head. I grabbed my duffel to leave.
“I’m not wrong. She must have one sweet pussy given how bent out of shape Leo gets at the thought of anyone else even looking at her,” Devon pushed.
I spun around to face him. “You seriously want to do this? Because we both know that’s not what happened, Devon.”
Devon narrowed his eyes in a challenge. “Maybe your new puck bunny is just a drunk little slut, and you don’t want to admit it.”
