Chapter 2
CHAPTER TWO
DAUSYN
I play with the fries in front of my face. I had hoped to distract myself after changing in my room with food, but it isn’t working. Maverick’s torment of me this week continues to play through my mind.
“Daus?” I look up to see Kendra standing there. “Come hang out with us in the event room.”
“Why? What’s going on?”
“They got together and started playing spin the bottle, it’s really fun and we need another girl.” I sigh. The last thing I want to do is kiss any of the hockey players. Specifically… “Don’t worry, Maverick isn’t there.”
“Sold, I guess. Better than wallowing in my fries.”
I follow Kendra, catching Maverick’s eye again as he eats a burger with Dylan. I look him up and down before turning away. Fucking asshole.
The event room is down the main hall and when we walk in, two people walk out and head into the cleaning closet with giggles.
“I thought you said spin the bottle?”
“It’s both,” Kendra says, smiling. “It’ll be fun, I promise.”
We sit down and while we wait for those two to come back, they continue to spin the bottle. I watch it spin round and round. Some opt to re-spin and some just go for an innocent kiss. The girl to my right takes the bottle and spins it hard, it lands on one of defensemen.
“Kiss or closet?” They ask her.
“Kiss!” The two exchange a kiss as the doors open again. Gasps fill the space followed by murmuring and when I look up, I see Maverick Fucking Roday.
Maverick.
Fucking.
Roday.
Panic sets in and I look at Kendra.
“Kendra,” I whisper, “I can’t be in here with him.”
“It’ll be okay, I promise.” Ever the people pleaser, I stay. Dread fills me as he sits across from me. The girls are giddy with excitement for their chance to kiss Maverick but I’m waiting for the shoe to drop. For the prank that follows. Something. Anything.
“Maverick, you spin.”
What I don’t expect is for Mav to grab the bottle and give it a spin. I watch in disbelief as it slows and comes to a stop right in front of me.
“No,” I whisper to myself. No one catches it as they turn to him.
“Kiss or closet?”
“Closet,” he says, grinning.
Anxiety courses through me and my mind races with every horrible thing he could do to me. I look up and he’s staring at me. We don’t break eye contact when we stand, only when he turns to lead me to the door. Leaving the event room, he walks me to the cleaning closet and knocks. No one answers and he opens the door. It’s dark inside, but there’s enough light coming under the door that I can see him.
“Are you fucking insane?” I ask him.
“I’m of sound mind.”
“You should’ve spun it again. Rejected it, something.”
“Why would I do that?” He asks, stepping closer to me.
“Because you fucking hate me!” I spit out. He’s closer now, my chest brushes his abdomen, and I have to crane my neck back so I can see the silhouette of his face.
“Why do you think I hate you?”
“It’s obvious,” I say. “Tampering with my gear, fucking with my food, the snowball today. Everything you’ve done this week has been in an effort?—”
“Fuck it.”
His hands cup my face in a touch so gentle it startles me. He pulls me onto my tiptoes and his mouth lands on mine. Once, twice, several more times he kisses me so tender that I’m stunned. It’s such a contrast to how he’s been with me in the past.
I melt into him. My hands roam over his chest and up around his neck.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers between kisses. “I’m sorry for fucking with your gear.” He kisses me. “I’m sorry for switching the salt with sugar.” He kisses me again. “I’m so sorry for the snowball to the face.” Another kiss. “I need you to understand that I couldn’t have you. I wanted you so bad, but Dylan… You were off limits, and I needed to push you away.”
“You’re so fucking stupid.”
“I am, you’re right,” he agrees.
His tongue slides over mine as he picks me up and wraps my legs around him. He has the easiest access with the skirt I’m wearing. His fingers slide down my thighs and pulls my underwear to the side.
“Please, please,” I say, my hips grinding over his. His fingers slip into my wet cunt, and he groans. “I still hate you.”
He lines up his cock and thrusts into me. I cry out and he covers my mouth with his hand.
“The way your pussy is begging for my cock says you don’t.” I roll my hips with his thrusts. He feels so good and thick as he reaches deep inside me.
“I do,” I whined. I urge him faster and he obliges.
“Then I’ll fuck it out of you, Daus.” He reaches down and circles my clit with his thumb and like a wanton whore I ride him harder as he fucks me deep.
“Mav, Mav!”
“Come for me, baby.” I want to.
His sweet words wash over me before he bites my neck. The pain pushes me over the edge, and he comes with me. He holds me close, not letting me disentangle myself from him. He nuzzles my neck.
“Do you still hate me?”
“There’s a lot to undo,” I say as he kisses me.
“Come with me,” he says setting me on the ground and sneaking out of the closet. He takes my hand and leads me away from the event room and down the hall toward his room.