Briar
“Cheers to another win!” Nick says, raising his milkshake in the air.
We all lift our glasses and toast. We’re sitting at the guys’ usual table at Mile High Diner. They were starving after the game, so we all came here to grab food.
The server drops our food off, and the guys dig in, inhaling their meals while chatting about the game.
Blake gives me the olives from his side salad, his smile teasing. My tummy dips thinking about how he scored a total of three goals during their game.
“You were amazing tonight,” I say to him. “Scoring three goals in a single game is insane.”
“You know what that means, don’t you, naughty girl?” His voice is low enough so that only I can hear him.
Heat scatters across my skin as I glance around the table. Everyone is too busy eating and talking to pay attention to us.
“I know exactly what it means,” I whisper to him.
He moves closer to me to steal a French fry from my plate. “I think I’m going to make you ride my face and see if I can give you all three orgasms with my mouth.”
My breath catches. My thighs quiver just thinking about doing that.
He winks at me before he gets pulled into a conversation with Travis. For the rest of the meal, I’m aching between my legs. I can’t wait to get filthy with Blake tonight.
We finish eating, and everyone pays and heads to the entrance of the diner to leave. We’re all milling around the front, talking and laughing.
I pull out my phone to check my texts, then I check Instagram. The video Blake and I posted pops up on my feed.
When I see it’s at more than two million views and hundreds of thousands of likes and shares, my eyes go wide. I rein in my expression immediately and try not to look so stunned. No one else knows about Blake’s secret sexy account, and I don’t want them asking what I’m looking at.
While everyone is talking to each other and distracted, I tap Blake by the arm and quietly show him my phone.
“Did you see this?” I say quietly.
When he sees the views and shares, his eyes bulge. “Oh, damn.”
He clears his throat and schools his expression, then pulls out his phone. After a second, he smiles at his screen, then shows it to me.
It’s a DM from a high-end boxer brief company offering him twelve thousand dollars to wear one of their new designs in a video.
I purse my lips to keep from gasping, but I aim my wide-eyed stare at Blake.
“That’s so much money,” I say quietly.
“I think we should do it,” he says.
I bite back a grin. “I have an idea of a fun scene we could film with you wearing those boxer briefs.”
The corner of his mouth hooks up in a devilish smile. “You’re so good at this, naughty girl.”
Another cheek-aching smile pulls at my lips. I can’t believe Blake and I are doing this. I can’t believe we’re filming fun, sexy videos together on social media and making money from it.
He types out a reply on his phone, then slides it back in his pocket.
“Once they send me the money, I’ll send you your half,” he says.
I soften at how giving and generous he is. It’s tons of fun having this sexy secret that I share only with him. Even if we made no money, I’d still do it. I’d take any chance to spend more time with him.
Nick asks Blake something about their next practice. They’re in the middle of talking when my phone buzzes. I see it’s an alert from Instagram. It’s a new DM.
When I check it, my stomach falls to my feet.
It’s from Logan.
For a while, I stare at my phone, feeling numb and frozen.
He hasn’t tried to reach me in months—not since I transferred to Hollis. After all those awful texts he sent me when we broke up, I blocked his number.
My hand starts to shake as I tap on his message.
Guess who’s coming to your new school next week to play against the men’s hockey team? You thought you could get away from me? You’re such a stupid bitch. You’d better watch out.
It’s not till my chest starts to ache that I realize how hard I’m breathing. A cold sweat breaks out on the back of my neck.
“Briar, are you okay?” Anna asks.
I open my mouth to speak, but I can’t. I’m too freaked to say a word.
“Hey. What’s wrong?” Blake asks in a gentle voice.
“Um, I…” I stop when I realize just how much my voice is shaking.
“What’s going on?” he asks.
I try to steady my breathing, but I can’t. It feels like my lungs are folding, and my chest is too tight…
Blake’s worried gaze drifts to my phone screen. He stares for a long moment. And then, his expression changes. Anger flashes in his eyes. His jaw bulges as he bites down. He balls his hands into fists at his side.
“Who sent you that message?” he asks.
Tears burn my eyes. “My ex. Logan.” My voice is so weak and shaky. I hate how I sound.
“Motherfucker,” Blake mutters.
Gently, he wraps his arms around me.
“He’s coming here…to Hollis…I-I didn’t know…” My throat aches as I fight the urge to cry. I don’t want to fall apart. Not in front of everyone.
“It’s okay,” Blake whispers. “It’s gonna be okay, I promise.”
I close my eyes and fall into his embrace. He holds me up with his big, broad body.
I want to believe him. I want more than anything for everything to be okay.
But I don’t know if they will be.