Chapter 24
Megan
I didn’t mind not going to the game. Not too much, anyway.
Emily and I stayed in and got Thai food delivered.
I stayed in our living room when she ducked into our room when Caleb called her.
It was early in the evening for them to talk, so either he wanted to go out or it was going to be a long one.
I wasn’t sure what to hope for. Whatever would be best for Emily.
“Not at the hockey game?” Chloe asked as she and Abby entered the suite.
“Nope. Just last night,” I said, like it was a one-time thing. Maybe it was. Chloe narrowed her eyes at me, but before she could ask a follow-up, I said, “You guys are home early.”
“Just in for an outfit change,” Chloe said.
“An outfit change? In the middle of the night?”
Abby had gone into their room, but Chloe nodded and came and sat beside me on our couch.
“Yeah, we had dinner in town. Good place. I wanted to ask about maybe doing a collab, so…” She waved a hand at her outfit, a cute floral top with frills at the sleeves and a skirt that was longer than what she normally wore.
“But I wanted to change before we headed to this party somebody told me about. Off campus. Skank it up a bit, yannow?”
I laughed and nodded.
“Wanna come?”
Did I? Part of me did. The part that wasn’t ready to admit that I wanted more with Logan than I’d said.
That part wanted to put on some skank and dance and laugh and drink too much.
But the other part of me—the larger part, it seemed—wanted to stay in and catch up on sleep, since Logan and I hadn’t gotten much of it last night.
“Nah. Thanks. A night in, demolishing my Thai leftovers is just what I need tonight.”
“Yeah, I noticed you didn’t come home last night. Good for you.”
I didn’t ask how she knew that. Obvious enough, I supposed. I wasn’t around at all in the morning after leaving the party I’d met them at by myself.
“Logan, right? Is he as amazing as he looks like he’d be?”
We hadn’t done this level of girl talk, Chloe and me. I’d barely had it with Emily, and I felt much closer to her than Chloe. But it just had to be said…
“Better.”
Chloe snorted her approval, then disappeared into her room to change.
I pulled up the game on my laptop and watched as we won 7-2.
Gabe had been stellar in the net. (In the net!
I had the vernacular down already!) Logan didn’t have one penalty, and the two goals against us came when he wasn’t on the ice.
(I guessed that was important, too, if you were or were not on the ice when a goal for or against happened.)
My phone vibrating on my chest where I’d laid it when I stretched out on our couch woke me up. It was eleven. The game had been over for well over an hour. Logan was probably still with his parents, though.
Or maybe not, as it was a text from him that woke me.
Just left my parents at the hotel. Have to make an appearance at the team party. Want to meet me there?
At your house?
Not tonight. Different house. Seniors.
I was tempted. But not enough to get off the couch, change, primp, and go to a house I didn’t know, by myself, at midnight. Even if that was where Logan was.
No thanks. I’m in for the night.
Bubble on his end. Then nothing. Then bubbles again. Was he trying to figure out what to say? Should I invite him over here? I really wanted to see him again, but it’d only been this morning when I left his house telling myself to keep it all in perspective.
Feel like company?
Yes, I texted quicker than I ever had before.
I have to make a quick appearance at the team party. But I won’t be long.
Hurry.
Many, many emojis followed. They could be interpreted as dirty if I read them that way.
And I did.
* * *
Emily happily moved to the couch with her pillow and comforter when she heard Logan was coming over, citing all the times I’d left the room when she and Caleb would talk. And Logan and I were on each other the moment I closed the door to my bedroom behind us.
It was like we’d gone months without touching each other, even though it’d only been about twelve hours. Our clothes were off, condom on, and he was inside me, kissing me with a hunger that matched my own.
“I missed you,” he said.
“Me too,” I replied. He pulled his head back and smiled down at me, pushing deeper into me as I groaned.
“I thought, maybe, it wouldn’t be so…”
“Urgent?” I supplied.
“Yeah. Urgent. But it is. Isn’t it? Even after last night. All night.”
“Yes. It is. Fuck me, Logan.”
His cheek dimples came out, then his face hardened as he pumped into me, lifting my knee up around his hip, making me come within a few strokes.
I held on to his massive shoulders as I rode the wave, never wanting it to end.
* * *
Logan
“Congrats on the win,” Megan said into my chest where her head rested.
Deliberately misunderstanding her, I answered, “Actually, I think you won. Score was 3-2.”
It took her a second to realize my tally was in orgasms, not goals, and she snorted a laugh while her arm snaked around my waist and her tongue was on my nipple, making me contemplate evening the score at 3 all.
* * *
The sun was cracking through the slit at the bottom of the shade in Megan’s window when we finally broke apart.
“I should probably go so Emily can get back in here to change or whatever,” I said, not wanting to leave the warmth of Megan’s body, nor her bed.
“Mmm,” she murmured, her body wrapped around mine. She checked her phone for the time and saw a text from her roommate. “They’ve all gone for an early breakfast. She must have borrowed something from Abby or Chloe, or just wore what she had on last night.”
“So, no rush?”
“Not on my end. Do you have practice or anything?”
“Team meeting and light skate, but not for hours.”
“So I have time to take the lead,” she teased, then rolled on top of me, straddling my hips, her curls flowing down her back and in front of her bouncing tits.
“You can try,” I said, bringing my hands up to cup her and brush my thumbs across her already hardening nipples.
She edged ahead, but I stayed in the game.
* * *
“How was it with your parents last night?” Megan asked me a few hours later. We’d both taken care of bodily functions and nuked some leftovers from her fridge and then crawled back into bed, content to stay in our cocoon as long as possible.
Forever, if it was up to me. Which it was not.
“Good. Better than Friday night, for sure.”
“You were taken off guard that night.”
“Yeah. Still.” I’d been an ass to my parents when I met them on the ice during the moment of silence for J. But we’d moved past that. The realization that Megan was The Girl had jump-started peace negotiations that had held through dinner last night.
“Seeing them today?”
“No, they had an early flight.” I looked at my phone on Megan’s bedside table, tilting it to get the time. “They’re already in the air.”
“Ugh. They must have gotten up so early.”
“Yeah.”
“And the party after the game? You didn’t stay long.”
“I wanted to be here,” I said, truthfully.
I’d gone to the house that a few of the seniors on the team shared.
Guys that had been classmates of my brother.
It was expected as a member of the team.
And doubly so for me, because those guys felt a weird obligation to look out for me.
It pissed me off as much as it touched me.
Good dudes. But not J.
Nobody was.
Plus, I was happy to make a quick exit when Ches spied me and made a beeline toward me.
I extricated myself as quickly as possible, even told her I had a girlfriend now.
She looked at me with both hurt and incredulity.
She reminded me that I’d told her I didn’t do girlfriends, and the fact that I’d slept with her twice, months apart, did not mean that I would be changing my stance on that fact.
Something I had told her again that night at my house when she interrupted Megan and me.
And I’d meant those words. But that was all before I got to know Megan.
I knew it wasn’t fair to Megan that I’d placed so much on her before we’d even met.
And that she technically wasn’t my girlfriend when I told Ches she was.
Both of which were sins I was willing to commit, easily, to make her mine.
To make those cries of passion during sex, that she was my girl, come true.
“I’m glad you texted,” she said, sliding her hand down my chest and into my joggers, which I’d put on when I used the bathroom, in case any of her roommates came in.
Her warm hand wrapped around my cock, and I wrapped her in my arms, taking her with me as I rolled her to her back, settling my body into hers.
“Me too.”