Chapter Twenty-Eight
Leo
Thanksgiving break was both too short and too long.
It wasn’t quite enough time away from school and practice, but it was far too long without Sophia.
We hadn’t hooked up since before the incident at Devon’s party, and as fun as it was to send each other pictures and videos, and do some live demonstrations for one another over video chat, it was really not as fun as being inside her.
Every time I blew my load on my own stomach I imagined it was inside her tight pussy, making myself aroused all over again.
She seemed to be doing great since she’d gone home, and we’d talked a few times about how supportive her family was.
She’d told her sister Elena what happened, and given that she was Soph’s younger sister, I was impressed with the level of protectiveness that she seemed to have for her sister.
According to Sophia, Elena was constantly checking in and texting random memes to lift Sophia’s spirts, while also hinting that she wanted to come to Boston for a visit and meet the hockey team.
Sophia had shut that one down pretty fast.
Sophia made it clear multiple times that what happened in no way affected her desire to be intimate, and she proved that every day with the topless photos she kept trusting me with.
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.”
The hand on my shoulder was the only thing that stopped me from lunging at Devon. “He’s not worth it, Cap,” Rickles said. “You’re being a misogynistic ass, Devon.”
“I’m just calling it like I see it. Leo used to be the biggest player of us all, and now he’s sinking his dick in the reporter. She must have something the rest of us would enjoy.”
Rickles’s hand tightened and I clenched my fists around the strap of my duffel. “I hope you end up in jail with Harley, you fucking shitbag.”
I shook off Rickles and went straight to the library, a place where I knew I wouldn’t have to risk seeing Devon when I was still pissed off and ready to hit something.
The guys on the team had deduced that Harley had drugged Sophia and that she and I were hooking up, but as of now, that was the extent of what they knew.
If Devon kept running his mouth, he was only going to hurt himself.
I tried to let that prospect calm me as I pulled open a nutrition textbook.
We lost our game against Harvard that weekend and Sophia spent the entire walk back to my dorm complaining about how our defense had played and how unjust one of the penalties called against me was.
Her loyalty to the team and me was just another thing about her that turned me on now and sent my heart racing with huge emotions.
“Dare I say, you sound like you like hockey, Hawaii?” I teased as I opened the door to my suite.
“I have come to appreciate certain aspects of the sport,” she said delicately, stepping in and dropping her bag in her usual spot near the door.
“Oh, like what?” I kicked off my shoes and raised my eyebrows at her.
She moved her eyes over the length of my body. “I fully appreciate what a lifetime of conditioning for the sport does to the male body.”
I laughed. “Oh, I know you like that part.”
She smiled and stepped closer as I dropped my bag.
“I’m also impressed with the amount of hard work and dedication it takes. Your teamwork mentality. People write off athletes as dumb and lazy but watching you all, it’s obvious that’s not true. And the game is kind of exhilarating to watch.”
“Careful.” I wrapped my arms around her waist. “You might be a puck bunny before you’re done with this assignment.”
She scoffed. “Doubtful. I’m not having sex with you because you’re a hockey star.” She lifted on to her toes and whispered in my ear. “I’m having sex with you because you’re a stallion.”
I laughed and lifted her up, pressing my erection into her core as she wrapped her legs around me. “Well, this stallion is hungry, so lie down and let me have a snack, Hawaii.”
She giggled as I walked into the bedroom and tossed her on my bed, her cheeks flushed with desire, and I drank in this image of her. I’d need it to get through the winter break without her.