CHAPTER TWO
I might be going to heaven
JAKE
This is one of the best nights I’ve had in a while.
Why? I just took a body shot between a beautiful pair of tits and I think it was a life-altering experience.
Now, I know what this might look like. A typical college hockey student, obsessed with partying, sex, and having fun. That’s not totally wrong. I will admit that I do fall into part of that stereotype, and I’m not ashamed of it.
Boston Central University has been my home for the past three years, and this is my last year playing college hockey before I graduate and head to the pros. I’ve worked my ass off these past few years to get to where I am today, so if it’s considered a sin to go out every now and then, I’ll gladly spend eternity in hell.
I personally don’t feel like there’s anything wrong with indulging in your desires as long as you do so ethically and responsibly.
I try to control how much I go out and drink once the season starts, but my time has been filled with the weight room and practice for the last month and a half. I’m ready to let loose and live a little.
Am I indulging a little more than usual tonight?Fuck yes, but I have a valid excuse.This week marks the first official game of the season, so after tonight I’ll be taking things a little easier.
In the meantime, I plan on having the time of my life. One last big hoorah before it’s time to get serious.
The boys decided to hit up a local bar called Shaker’s. Kieran has been here a couple times since it opened this past summer and I have to say, it was a good thing we let him choose where to go tonight. He said that this place has been a hotspot and the best potential for hookups—looking around, I can confirm he was telling the truth.
Kieran is my best bud, we’ve known each other since tryouts in our freshman year. At first, we butted heads, but once he actually got to know me, and I used a little bit of my charm, we’ve been best friends ever since.
Kieran is our star goalie. I’ve seen this guy become an absolute wall in a game, where no one could get the puck past him. Girls not only fall for him because of his skills in hockey but he’s not bad on the eyes either. He’s about the same height as me, roughly six foot three, with black curly hair, broad shoulders, tattoos, and green eyes that he uses to get into every woman’s pants.
Not to say I don’t get my fair share, but Kieran is a tough competitor.
I know it’s vain to say, but a majority of our team is a good-looking bunch. Hockey is only part of the attraction.
“Jake, get your ass over here—we’re doing shots!” Kieran yells from the bar.
I grab my glass from the bar top and toss it back with everyone else. The amber liquid slides down easily. I’m drunk enough that beer tastes like water and liquor doesn’t burn on the way down.
“How the hell did you even find this place, man?” I ask, realizing how different this is from our usual sports bar vibe.
“A girl I hooked up with in the summer asked me to meet her here.” He takes a swig of his beer he just ordered. “And it’s a great place to pick up chicks. Look around.”
I take a second to do as he asks.
This bar is different from most of the places we hang out. It’s more rustic than the usual neon lights and sticky floors. This place has dark wooden chairs and tables and a huge dance floor beside the bar.
Shaker’s is a unique place. It’s almost as if the owners wanted to combine a country sports bar and a club, melding together to make the perfect hangout spot for college students.
The bar itself looks like it’s made from stained barn wood with white and gray marble tops. My dad owns a construction company back home, so I’m pretty good with attention to detail.
All of us are standing over by the side of the bar, with Nate and Eli sitting on bar stools and the rest of us huddled around each other.
Even though Kieran normally picks where we go, Nate and Eli always have the final say. They’re our captains of the team, so they feel responsible for all of us. It’s like they’re our parents and we’re the out-of-control teenagers.
“All right, listen. I know this is the last weekend before the season officially starts, but I’m warning you all—if any of you miss one practice or game because you got too fucked the night prior, Eli and I will beat the living shit out of you and leave you on the ice to freeze.”
See what I mean? Daddy Nate—a nickname we dubbed in our sophomore year that he hates—is always putting his foot down when we want to have fun.
Nate is one of my closest friends and roommates. He’s easily the biggest guy on our team, taller than both Kieran and me. But he couldn’t be more different from the two of us. Nate has more of a preppy boy vibe with his clean-cut look, which is always a hit with girls, even if he doesn’t score. His family comes from money but he’s not the type to throw it in your face. He always makes sure to take care of everyone around him.
I think sometimes he might take the captain role too seriously and he feels like he needs to take care of us, both on and off the ice. But in all honesty, I think that’s what makes him such a good friend.
Eli is the complete opposite of Nate. He’s our assistant captain and the other top defenseman, aside from myself. He transferred from Nashville State last year and he’s an absolute beast on the ice. He’s a year younger than the three of us, but still holds his own on the ice.
Eli is a bit of a fuck boy. He uses his Southern charm mixed with his dark caramel skin, tight short curls, and pierced ears to his advantage. Just about every girl he talks to falls at his feet the second he calls them darlin’ or sweetheart . I say it’s his Southern drawl and not his actual game that wins them over.
Eli’s mom and younger sister still live in Tennessee. He’s not from a middle-class family like mine or a super-rich family like Nate’s, but his family is comfortable in their ranch back home.
Similar to Nate, he never judges his friends based on what they do or don’t have. And even though he’s a fuck boy, he still treats women with respect. Because if he didn’t, he knows that his mom and sister would beat his ass.An ethical slut, if you will.
Although Eli and Nate are polar opposites, they make a fire duo—as friends and as hockey players. With Nate’s speed and Eli’s defense, we’re almost unstoppable.
A few puck bunnies litter around our group, letting us take shots from between their tits and hoping to be one of the lucky girls who gets to come home with one of us tonight.Nate rarely goes home with anyone, especially during hockey season. He says he wants to focus on the game, but I feel like he’s like me and just doesn’t want to commit to anything. Me and commitment go together like water and oil—it just doesn’t work.
Eli is sitting next to him at the bar and has a preppy blonde with her lips attached to his neck. Kieran orders another round of shots for us, and suddenly my head is feeling a little fuzzier.
I feel a small tap on my shoulder, and a small blonde stands behind me. She looks vaguely familiar.
“Hey, Jake, how’s it going?” Have I slept with her before? Sometimes they all meld together. What the hell is her name?
I nod at her. “Hey…Brandi. Want a drink?” Normally I try to not sleep with the same girl twice, but this girl has hips I want to grab onto.
She purses her lips in annoyance. “It’s Bailey, you asshole.”
Shit. Well, at least I was close.
Bailey scoffs and turns around before I can even utter a half-assed apology.
Honestly, I don’t know why girls get mad at me for not knowing their names. It’s not like I’m out here looking for a girlfriend. Every girl on campus knows me for one thing, hockey…and sex.
Okay, so they know me for two things.
I make it known that I’m not looking for a serious relationship. College is all about exploring and having the time of your life before you settle down, and that’s exactly what I’ve been doing.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not out here breaking girls’ hearts on purpose. I always tell the girl beforehand that this is just a one-time thing, but how is it my fault if the next morning they’re crying because I don’t want to take them out for breakfast?
Dating is complicated and messy, and something I’ll spend my late twenties doing. But right now, I enjoy going to the bar with my friends, finding a good-looking girl, and making both of our nights full of pleasure. And tonight is the perfect night for that because the bar is absolutely packed.
The DJ changes the upbeat house music to a more sensual song, which draws my attention from the bar to the dance floor. The whiskey has my limbs loose and the music is making me want to dance.
In the middle of the crowd there’s a group of three gorgeous women, but the little brunette is the one who captures my eye.
I immediately notice the blonde girl next to her, Sydney, Nate’s younger sister.They have uncanny similarities but where Nate is mainly all work and no play, Sydney is more of a free spirit, which is usually why he doesn’t allow her to hang out with us. He’s too scared she might cause some drama because of something that happened in high school, but I really couldn’t care less about the past because she’s hilarious, from the few times I met her.
And she also has smoking hot friends.
The two girls dancing with her, I’ve never met. Nate’s sister might be off limits, but there’s no rule about going for her friends.
I watch as the brunette grinds her ass into Sydney’s hips, moving with the rhythm of the music.
Fuck, I hope that will be me in a few minutes. I want to run my hands up and down her body, touching that shiny fabric that covers her skin. I want to feel her ass grind into me and dig my fingers into those luscious hips.
She takes notice of my long stare, and our eyes lock. She gives me a sly smirk and my dick immediately responds, the front of my jeans feeling a little tighter than when I got here.
She has long brown hair that’s curled and falls just above her waist. I wouldn’t mind wrapping it in my hands as I fuck her from behind. Her dress clings to her curves showing not only a beautiful set of tits but also a handful of ass. She has these gold, wide-framed glasses that are making me go wild.
I love the whole hot nerdy girl thing she has going on. Much different from my usual type, which is normally puck bunnies and sorority girls.
She’s sexy and she’s definitely coming home with me tonight.
I lean toward Nate, yelling over the bass of the song. “Hey, man, who’s the girl dancing with your sister?” I tilt my head in the direction of the dance floor.
Nate swivels on the bar stool to take a look at the brunette I’m motioning toward. “Yeah, that’s Vanessa Nichols. She’s Syd’s best friend.”
Well shit, she is an absolute smoke show. I don’t know how I’ve never noticed her around before. Sydney’s definitely never taken her to watch one of our games. What a shame.
She’s tiny, maybe five foot four or five-five on a good day. I can tell that even with the heels, I have almost a full head on her. I could easily pick her up and toss her over my shoulder. Or around in bed . Hopefully I’ll get to try that out later tonight.
Looking back at her I notice how pouty her lips are. God, they would look so good wrapped around me.
Fuck, I’m getting hard in a fucking bar thinking about this chick.
“Know anything else about her?”
Eli chimes in this time, leaning over Nate’s shoulder. “She’s smoking hot.”
“Thanks for pointing out the obvious.”
I feel her eyes on me, eating me up from the dance floor. I think it’s about time I introduce myself to Sydney’s friend.
The dance floor is crowded, but I make my way over to the trio, keeping my eyes on her the whole time. She holds my gaze, and I fucking love it.
“Jake Shepherd,” I have to yell over the music, but I flash my signature smile and extend my hand out to her, hoping it’ll help my game. A gentleman always introduces himself first.
She looks at my hand, confused for a moment, before shaking it. “Vanessa Nichols, nice to meet you.”
I pretend like I didn’t already know her name and smile at her. “Want to get a drink with me?”
She looks back at her friends, almost as if she’s seeking approval to leave them. I get it, girls tend to stick together to make sure a creep doesn’t ruin their night, and I don’t blame them. I stand there waiting as Sydney assesses me, giving me a devilish grin. Sydney nods at her friend, signaling for her to go with me.
Vanessa grabs my hand and starts leading me to the bar. Her hand is so small in comparison to mine. I follow her like a lost puppy as she leads us through the crowd.
I need to make a mental note to thank Sydney for being a good wingwoman without even knowing it.
Thank you again, Sydney .
We get to the bar, and I put my hand up, signaling the bartender.
“So, what’s your drink of choice?” I ask her.
She looks up at me with her big green eyes that are magnified by her glasses. I think glasses on girls are hot as fuck. It fills every guy’s sexy librarian fantasy. And trust me, we all have that fantasy. Her eyes are already big, but the glasses help me see how detailed they are, with swirls of gold weaving through her irises.
“Normally rum.” She signals toward her almost-empty cup. “But we’ve been drinking lots of tequila tonight, so either will do.”
I smile back at her then order two rum and cokes from the bartender. I’d normally opt for a whiskey or a beer, keeping it simple, but for this girl, I’d drink a shot of lemon juice if she asked.
In a moment we both have a new drink in our hands, and I lead her back to the dance floor. The black material clings to every dip and curve in her body, and the low back exposes the sexiest line trailing down her toned back. The sleeves are tight on her arms, showing a little muscle definition.My free hand roams over her as she grinds into me, the fabric feels silky between my fingers. This dress is driving me absolutely crazy.
I lean into her more, my lips finding a spot on her neck. The smell of her shampoo is making me feral. Coconut? Maybe vanilla. Whatever it is, it’s fucking intoxicating.
I suck on her neck as we dance together, and a soft moan escapes her lips. One I would barely hear if I wasn’t this close to her. The music is drowning out everyone, so it feels like it’s just me and her alone in a crowded room.
Is that a lyric to a song?
“I don’t know if I said this yet, but you are fucking sexy in that dress.”
She looks over her shoulder with a small grin on her face. “I know, that’s why I got it.”
She turns around to face me, looping her arms around my neck. The ice in her drink makes the glass against the back of my neck cool my hormones down.
I’m about to lean in, sealing the space between us.
A few of my teammates join us on the dance floor, which shakes me out of the sex trance I was falling into. Sydney and their other friend, whose name I didn’t get, make their way over to us, mixing our groups together.
Suddenly we’re going back and forth from the dance floor to the bar to take shots. As we take another shot with my teammates, Vanessa bats her eyelashes at me in the sexiest way possible. She leans up on her toes, trying to whisper in my ear but failing because of our height difference. I lean down to hear what she’s saying over the music.
“So, are we going back to your place or mine?”
Well fuck, I think I might be going to heaven tonight. Heaven being Vanessa’s thighs wrapped around my face.