Chapter 5
FIVE
HENDRIX
I stand in the shower, running my soapy hands along my wet skin before rinsing off the sweat from practice.
The team has to go to a dinner at an Italian joint right off campus, Antonio’s, but it won’t just be the men’s hockey team; the women’s will be there too.
We found out about some off-the-wall athlete auction bullshit that both hockey teams have to take part in for the One Wish foundation.
I can’t lie; the thought of watching some fucking perverts outbid a room full of people just to take Isla on a date has me fucking annoyed.
I mean, I’m all for charity. Especially this one, seeing as it sort of changed my life.
But auctioning off dates? Christ almighty, that can’t be an actual thing we’re doing in this day and age.
Just like it has so many other times when I’m in the shower, Isla’s face keeps flashing through my mind while I remember what she tasted like when my tongue was buried deep between her thighs.
Squeezing my eyes shut, I picture Isla being in the shower with me, and I shove her down onto her knees roughly. She’s weak, and she doesn’t even try to fight it.
I wrap my hand around my steel cock and grind my back teeth together as I let my mind take me exactly where the fuck I want to be.
“Last time, I let you come all over my tongue, baby. Why don’t you return the favor and let me come in your throat?” I stroke my dick harder. “Instead of in my pants, like I did before. Tell me, would you like to have my dick deep down your throat, Nineteen?”
“Yes, please.” She pushes her wild blonde hair back, gazing up at me and parting her pouty lips.
“You gonna regret it again?”
“Probably,” she murmurs. “But I want to suck your dick anyway.”
I squeeze my eyes shut even tighter and let my soaked hand stroke my cock. I picture it’s her throat I’m buried inside of instead of my palm, imagining her eyes watering because it’s too fucking much and she’s choking on my dick.
“So close. Keep sucking me, baby. Just like that.” I thrust in and out of her hot mouth. “Here it comes. A mouthful of cum, just for you, Isla.”
My balls draw up clear to my fucking insides as I imagine coming deep inside my obsession’s throat.
I’ve pictured this and worse too many times to count ever since that day in the closet.
And as I cover my hand in cum, letting the water wash it from my flesh and down the drain, I don’t open my eyes until I’m completely spent because the longer I can picture Isla Hardy on her knees … the better.
My eyes flutter open, and I drop my hand from my cock before rinsing myself off.
Maybe she’s spent this whole time regretting what we did, but I sure as hell haven’t.
I turn the shower off and step out before grabbing a towel.
It’s time to go see my girl.
ISLA
“You seem nervous,” Eden says, striding up beside me as we walk toward Antonio’s, the Italian restaurant near campus. “We’re about to carb load, so you can’t be acting like a weirdo.”
“I’m not nervous,” I say, lying through my teeth.
I wasn’t nervous about this dinner when I first heard about it over a week ago. But that was before Hendrix Hunt came out of nowhere yesterday, and now I know there’s no avoiding him because this dinner is for the hockey program.
Summer throws her arm over my shoulders. “You can be nervous; it’s okay. It’s a lot to take in—the whole switching positions and all. But you’ll make it work.”
“And even if she doesn’t, she’ll still get the spot because her daddy is Cam Hardy,” Margo singsongs, pushing past us before she spins around, shooting me a glare. “It’ll be nice to see you suck ass on the ice. Finally won’t be able to hide behind that last name of yours, you know?”
“I can’t help it that she called you lazy, Margo. Try to fucking hustle for once in your life, and maybe Coach would have picked you,” I growl, surprising everyone, including myself. “Also, it’s pretty sad you want me to suck on the ice. You do realize I’m on your team, right?”
“I don’t need to want you to suck, Hardy. You’re going to do it all on your own.” She winks and practically skips away.
Meanwhile, Eden is headed after her, but I catch her arm.
“Let me punch that bitch in the face,” Eden growls. “At the very least, pull the tampon out of her fucking ass.”
“Then she’ll get what she wants,” I say, keeping my hold on her arm. “I should have acted like I didn’t care. She wants to get under my skin. I don’t know why I let her.”
“Isla’s right,” Summer says, looking from me to Eden. “Besides, she’s all bark, no bite. If we all ignore her, she’ll self-destruct.” She sighs. “Plus, haven’t you heard the phrase hurt people hurt people?” She shrugs. “It’s pretty obvious she’s hurting.”
“Okay, now you’re stretching.” Eden shakes her head. “We’ve all got our own shit. Doesn’t mean we can be dickheads.”
“True that,” I mutter, following Summer through the door of Antonio’s. “All right, enough talk about Margo Monster. I’m ready for my carbs.”
“Agree,” they both say at the same time.
And as we walk deeper into the restaurant, I keep my eyes straight ahead. But the second Hendrix is looking at me, I feel it.
Even though I haven’t even seen him yet, I somehow know not just that he’s here … but that his eyes are on me. And even though I could say I hate it, secretly … it feels good. But, hell no, I’m not going to tell him that.
HENDRIX
I sit at the bar, pissed that I can’t even get a drink because Coach Huff and Coach Talmage are both here—probably making sure the team is on their best behavior.
Ironic, seeing as I know for a fact that Huff sure as hell wasn’t on his best behavior when he was a sophomore in college. Fuck no, he was the opposite. So much so that he had to go to rehab, but I don’t think anyone would ever suspect that he has such a dark past, looking at him now.
“You sure I can’t get you your usual, handsome?” Mallorie coos, leaning forward on the bar and giving me a seductive look. “I won’t tell.”
“All good, sweetheart,” I answer, giving her a little smirk. “Maybe later, once these fun killers are gone.” I jerk my chin toward the other end of the bar, where Talmage and Huff sit with their ice waters.
“If you say so. But I’ll be here all night,” she says before taking a cherry from a dish and pulling it between her lips, giving it a slight suck. “In case you change your mind.”
Normally, that little stunt would have sent a jolt right to my dick.
And I’m sure Malorie is damn good at deep-throating a dick.
I can just tell from the look she’s giving me that she knows her way around a cock.
But ever since I tasted Isla in that closet, I just don’t have the desire to hook up with anyone.
Well, other than her.
I’ve tried to get her off my mind, but there was something about the way she looked all broken and let me take away her pain that ruined me completely. I’ve had plenty of chances to be with other women, but when it comes time to seal the deal … all I see is her.
Malorie walks off, and I turn to look at the corner booth just as Jameson and Clark take the seats to the right of me.
Before I acknowledge them, I watch her for a moment.
The girl whose image I fucked my hand to right before coming here.
She sips her drink with her straw between her plump red lips, and there’s that jolt, telling me my cock has awakened.
I’ve never been the type to think about someone too much, but with her, she consumes so many of my thoughts. And ninety percent of them … are fucking filthy.
“Yo, earth to Hunt,” Jameson says, nudging my side. “Quit staring at that poor girl, would you? You’re probably freaking her out.”
Before I turn toward him, Isla’s eyes find mine, then narrow. She casts a glare my way for a few seconds but turns her attention back to her friends. Just like back at the hockey combine, I still get under her skin.
And I fucking love it.
Toying with Isla gives me a type of high I’ve never experienced before. But being her salvation when she was about to fall apart? That was even fucking better.
Looking forward, I take a sip from my Coke and glance at the guys. “I thought Coach was making a speech or some shit. We’ve been here for almost an hour. I haven’t heard a damn word.”
“What, you got somewhere else to be and need them to hurry up?” Clark says, leaning around Jameson to smirk at me. “I keep seeing you look over in that corner booth.” His eyes travel to the where Isla sits. “Not that I can blame you.”
Clark is the biggest fucking player I’ve ever met. And he’s a bit of a cocky prick too. The dude is a freshman, but because he came from some fancy private school, he acts like he’s God’s gift to this program.
I didn’t mind him before just now, but the way his eyes are lingering on a certain wild-haired blonde, he’s quickly moving to the bottom of my shit list.
“Eyes off Hardy, Leeman,” I command sharply, cutting my eyes to his. “Look at the other four as much as you want, but unless you want me to bash your face off this bar and make your teeth a permanent fixture at this restaurant, you need to stop staring at her.”
His head rears back, and I wait for him to lose his shit. Only that never happens. Instead, after a moment or two, he just breaks out into a deep laugh before reaching past Jameson’s back and slapping mine.
“Well, fuck me sideways. Hunt’s fucking pussy-whipped.”
I know he’s a sandwich or two short of a picnic, but I have no idea just how fucking stupid he really is, until he looks at her again and I hear the next words from his lips.
The answer is really, really fucking stupid.
“Must be good at taking a dick, that blondie. Seeing as she’s got you acting all crazy,” he drawls slowly as he lifts his glass to his lips.
Everything turns red as the words he just said play in my ears over and over again.