Chapter 17
I’m definitely not avoiding Carson after our little sexting, of course not, I’m only quickly heading straight to the lock room while the boys finish up practice.
Not hiding at all. Ok, maybe, but I can’t believe I did that, and Liam is going to giggle his head off when he finds out if I ever tell him that is.
I can hear the boys making their way to their designated locker room as I pretend to busy myself in the room next to theirs. My breath hitches when I hear a set of very familiar footsteps head in my direction, deviating from the rest of theirs.
“Hiding from me, love?” Carson says, his voice deep, daring.
“I’m not.” I pull my bag closer to me and riffle through it like I’ve never seen any of its contents before.
“You didn’t say hi when you came in.” I can hear the smirk on his lips.
“I was busy.” He steps closer, and I stand up to back away, but he crowds me against the locker. He seems to really enjoy doing this. And I guess he did say he wanted to bend me over in here. Would I mind losing my virginity like that? Probably not with the way I’ve been going lately.
Carson’s too tempting.
“Busy doing what?” He leans down and runs his nose along my jawline and up to my ear, that’s now burning.
“Getting ready for practice, Carson!” I yelp and try to push against him, but he doesn’t budge a single inch. It’s so hot in here. He feels so good against me. I let a small gasp escape when he grabs my waist.
“You were making that same sound in your video last night. So fucking cute, baby.”
“Can’t we just act like it never happened? Why do you have to bring it up? It’s embarrassing.”
“Act like it never happened? Yeah, absolutely not.” He says, his chest bubbling with laughter, “and why are you embarrassed?”
“I don’t know, I’ve never done that before.” A stunned expression crosses his face for a split second.
“Are you a virgin?” He asks, suddenly, as I gaze up at him, thinking about what I should say.
“Maybe?” I look away, my face burning.
“Ahh, I see.” He chuckles, tilting his head to the side a bit.
“What do you see?”
“Nothing. But I’ll be good. For now.” He takes a step back, easing the tension between us. I miss the warmth of his body instantly.
“Carson, what are you talking about?” I say, rolling my eyes and folding my arms. He turns to leave the room, laughing.
“What’s so funny?”
“Nothing. I’ll leave you to it. Come to the gym and let me know when you’re ready to head home.” He says, grabbing his change of clothes he was holding when he came in.
“Carson, answer my question.”
“What question?” He smirks before turning back around, giving me a quick kiss on the cheek and leaving the room. I stand there a bit stunned because what just happened? Why did he ask if I was a virgin? Is that a problem? Maybe I should have lied. I sigh and sit back down to change into my skates.
* * *
The following days after telling Carson I was a virgin, I definitely started noticing something felt different.
He’s still his usual flirty self, but I felt like maybe we were getting a bit more comfortable in the sex department, and he suddenly dialed it back.
Though when he got drunk after winning an away game the other night, his texts were amusing to say the least.
Carson: i wonder what you taste like?
Me: Are you a cannibal now?
Carson: no but i want to eat u out…
Me: Carson…Are you drunk?
Carson: no..i know you’d taste good…miss u
Me: You’re definitely drunk lol. Go to bed.
Carson: can’t dillan is on it
Me: Why is Dillan in your bed?
Carson: he’s drunk silly…
Me: Lol good night Carson.
Carson: nite bby
The next morning, he messaged me saying sorry. I laughed through my entire practice thinking about it that day. It did make me feel a bit weird, not the dirty text, but him apologizing for it. I wonder if me being a virgin was a bad thing.
I arrive at the rink a little early, the sun just peeking over the clouds as I cut through the parking lot. Today I’m having a meeting with my coach before we hit the ice. I make my way in where he’s already waiting for me in the offices of the rink.
“Hey, how are you?” I greet him with a warm smile.
“I’m good! Just wanted to go over the last few things we might want to touch on with your progress. Go ahead and drop your things off first, and I’ll meet you back here.”
“Ok, sounds good.” I nod.
We discuss how I can cleanly finish a few of my weaker jumps in the new programs ahead of the competition, and how we’ll be shifting focus to that for a bit.
The work I’ve been doing with our new choreographer has been going great.
At first, the change in dance styles was a bit tricky to get down.
I couldn’t find my usual flow, but I really do want to challenge myself and try something unexpected of me.
After skating in the same style for years, I’ve been hungry to expand my range.
So I’m just glad it’s all coming together.
Carson and his team are still within their time when our meeting is done. We’re sitting by the rest area as we wait. I watch them score up the ice, practicing their drills. Their own coach watching them intensely.
“I know you don’t keep up with hockey much, but they traded one of their players recently.” Coach says.
“Oh, really?”
“Yeah, they brought in Avery Wilson from San Jose; he’s the one talking to their Captain right now. Good trade, I’d say.” He nods.
I look over to Carson, and he’s definitely talking to a player I’ve never seen before.
He’s really pretty for a hockey player, more like a model. His skin a deep golden tan, hair cut short, making his jawline stand out. He’s a bit shorter than Carson, but not by too much. I watch as he smiles widely after Carson says something to him.
I wonder if they’ve played each other often?