16. Victory
CHAPTER 16
VICTORY
JAGGER
T he way Bay is looking at me could make me blow my load before I even get to feel her bare pussy around my cock.
Which would be humiliating considering that I just came harder than ever, in her sexy mouth no more than five minutes ago.
I take her lips in a deep, hungry kiss as I rub my shaft against her clit a couple of times, just to make sure she’s ready.
Fuck, she’s definitely ready. When I line up with her entrance and begin to push in, I find her drenched.
Considering that the shower isn’t even on, that’s because of me. Of how much I turn her on.
I could just let gravity do its job and drop Bay on my hard cock, but I didn’t forget what she said about me being way bigger than her ex.
So I hold her up against the tiled wall of the shower and ease myself inside her slowly, to give her time to adjust to my size.
It’s lucky I do that because goddamn. Nothing could have prepared me for the feeling of Bay’s bare pussy .
It’s like sinking into the silkiest, wettest place you’ve ever experienced. It’s warm and tight and before I know it, I’m buried inside her to the hilt.
I need to give myself a second before I start moving or I’m gonna embarrass myself and let us both down.
“Are you ok?” I ask, clenching my ass because my balls are already drawing tight and there’s a warmth at the base of my spine that promises that this isn’t gonna last as long as I would hope to.
“I’m fine,” she says, closing her eyes, her voice strained. “I’m just… full.”
Fuck, yeah. She’s full of me.
“Are you sure I’m not hurting you?” I worry.
“No. I’m full in a good way. Just way more than I’m used to.”
Ha. Take that, Topher.
I begin moving slowly, grinding my hips and I’m rewarded with a soft moan and a new gush of wetness, making things more slippery.
I kiss her, driving into her again and again, guided by the noises she makes.
The feeling of her pussy is incredible but I resist the urge to slam home and be as selfish as her ex.
Whether tonight’s game ends with a victory or a loss for my team, the real win will be giving Bay the same pleasure she’s about to give me.
I shift the angle again, balancing her against the wall, making sure that every time I thrust in and out of her, the entire length of my shaft drags on her clit.
The way her inner walls tighten and quiver around me tells me that this is it. This is what she needs.
I increase my pace, I fuck her harder, deeper. Every sound she makes, every squeeze of that tight pussy tells me that she’s ready to follow me over the edge.
“Are you going to come for me, Bay?” I grunt, pressing against her harder and harder so that my pubic bone gives her clit some extra friction.
“Oh my God,” she pants. “I’m so close, Jagger. So, so close.”
I can fucking feel it. I’m ready too.
Her pussy is like molten heat and every time I plunge into her, my shaft pulses, getting harder.
I feel myself expand to the point that there’s no more space between us. Her inner walls are sealed around me and I’m about to lose it.
I give her one final hard, desperate thrust and I still when pure, hot pleasure takes me under and I explode.
Every pulse is so intense, the relief so complete as I fill her with my hot release, that it takes me a second to realize why.
Bay is convulsing around me, her pussy pulsing in sync with me. She’s milking every drop, just like she did before with her perfect mouth.
We ride our high together, pushed against the wall of the locker room showers.
When it’s over I hold her up, still inside her, my face hidden in the crook of her neck.
“Maybe I should have waited until after the game to fuck you,” I pant, when I finally can catch my breath enough to talk. “My knees feel like Jell-O.”
Her eyes widen. “I hope not,” she gasps. “Or I’ll be responsible for another loss.”
I kiss her again, but this time is different. Slow, soft, unhurried. “No, I’ll be fine. I was just messing with you. Just so you know, if we win tonight, a pre-game blowjob won’t be enough from now on. You’ll have to let me fuck you to make sure we keep winning.”
The smile on her face tells me that she likes what I just said.
“So we’ll keep hooking up until you win?”
Fuck no .
I don’t want to put an expiration date on whatever this is. “We’ll keep hooking up while it’s fun and until you’ve rebounded.” I offer. “The winning part matters only as far as hooking up in here before a game is concerned.”
“Then I hope you guys win tonight, because this was hot.” Bay smiles.
“It was the best sex I’ve ever had,” I admit, easing Bay back onto her feet. “But now, let’s get dressed and sneak you out of here, before we get caught.”
As if summoned by my words, footsteps echo in the empty locker room, as the door slams shut. The noise is coming dangerously close to our shower cubicle.
Thank fuck Bay is too short for her head to be visible from the top of the door. But I step in front of her, shielding her with my body to make sure that she isn’t visible if someone decided to be a nosy motherfucker and pop their head in.
“Hey is anybody here?” Ryker’s voice is coming closer and I shift just a little more, positive that even if he looked inside, all he would see is me and Bay’s feet peaking from behind me.
“Jagger?”
I see Ryker in our team’s charcoal suit and expensive dress shoes.
“Hey,” I say sheepishly, pushing Bay a little further behind me. She isn’t a bunny and I don’t want this to get out. Gossip is vicious on campus and Bay has had enough scrutiny after the end of her high profile relationship with Topher last spring and now the fire at the Zeta house.
“What are you doing here?” he asks.
I roll my eyes, but Ryker is new here and maybe he missed the part where the bj had to happen in here. “I was taking care of ending our losing streak, remember?”
Understanding flickers in his eyes and a smile curls his lips. “Oh yeah. Sorry, I forgot. Give me five minutes to change into my workout clothes and I’ll go to the gym to start warming up on the stationary bikes, so you and your… friend can have some privacy.”
After he walks away, we wait until we hear the locker room door slam shut.
I walk Bay to my locker, picking up her sexy blue dress from the floor. “Here. If you get dressed, I’ll walk you out.”
She looks a little worried. “Do you think Ryker saw me?”
“No,” I reassure her.
“I’m not ashamed of this,” Bay says after a moment of silence. “I just think it’s better if we keep it between us. You know, the entire rebound thing too.”
I agree with her. “You got it. This is fun and I’m sure we both can do without the drama if Candace found out. Not that I owe her anything, but…”
“She’s a Zeta,” Bay finishes for me. “And it’s the same thing with Topher. I owe him nothing but you two are teammates and frat brothers and we all live together now.”
I change into my warming up gear as Bay gets dressed. “You can go directly into the arena from here,” I walk her to the players’ entrance. “No one will get on the ice for at least one hour, so you shouldn’t bump into anyone.”
I squeeze her hand as she raises her face to look at me. Fuck she’s so beautiful.
“Good luck tonight.” She whispers.
“See you at the house.”
I stay behind in the hallway watching her turn to take the staff exit to the area behind the boards rather than the players’ one to the ice.
My mind is completely blank because Bay’s ass is fucking spectacular in that tight blue dress.
RYKER
We don’t win.
We destroy Bridgeport U.
Granted these aren’t Brideport’s NHL team, the Warriors, but they’ve always been known as a tough team to beat.
The moment we take to the ice, things go our way.
I win every face-off, Madden and Kelan—who took the spots left vacant by Luca Rossi and Blaze Dunn—are always where they need to be, ready to assist or to deliver punishing slap shots that challenge Bridgeport’s goalie from the get go.
More importantly, our defense is on point tonight.
Cole and Jagger are an impenetrable wall in front of Tucker and work like a well oiled machine to defend our crease.
It’s a shutout, we win five-zero and I score a hat trick.
By the third period, Bridgeport has given up, and in front of their goal it’s practically a siege.
Jagger is in particularly great shape tonight and even gets to score a goal with a slap shot that makes our supporters erupt with chants of his name.
We return to our locker room exhausted but in high spirits, a far cry from the last two games.
“This.” Coach Harrison bellows. “This is what I was fucking talking about. THIS, is the team that took the championship last year and will defend our title this year. Well done, ladies.”
It’s the first time I see Coach smile since I came to campus. Even when I met with him last year when I decided to transfer here from South Carolina, all the Cove Knights coach had to offer were curt nods and a stony expression.
Now he looks around the locker room at each of us with an ear splitting grin.
“I don’t know what the fuck you guys did compared to last week,” he says, slapping Cole’s back so hard that the poor guy almost loses his balance, as he’s still in his skates. “But don’t you dare change one thing. I don’t care if what you did is sing the university anthem in a circle jerk, or eat food in one color only for the entire week. Just keep doing it. See you tomorrow bright and early for practice. Seven am.”
With those words and a few more slaps on random people’s backs, Coach Harrison leaves the locker room.
My teammates are all laughing and roughhousing as it’s clear that the celebration has already started, but I’m a little confused.
“What’s up, dude?” Cole asks. “You’re awfully quiet for someone who just scored a motherfucking hat trick.”
I run my hand through my sweaty hair. “I’m not sure I understood what Coach just said. Did he mean he’d see us on Monday morning at seven?”
Cole sighs. “No, you heard him right. Coach Harrison doesn’t believe in giving us a day off after a W. He might just have us stretch and watch some tape tomorrow because he isn’t an idiot and he doesn’t want to injure any of us, but the guy is intense.”
Topher intervenes with a loud laugh before I can say anything. “Intense? Let’s just call a puck a puck, and just say that Coach Harrison is a fucking psychotic asshole.”
Well, then.
Cole had warned me that Topher was salty about being suspended from the team last year, and about my recruitment since I took his starting spot. I didn’t expect him to be quite so vocal about it.
“We all know you and Coach don’t see things eye to eye,” Cole shrugs. “But yeah, between the stick and the carrot, Coach prefers the stick as a motivational tool.”
Tucker chimes in. “Yeah, if with stick, you mean a hockey stick jammed deep where the sun don’t fucking shine. Or am I the only one who remembers last year’s bag skating session? ”
“Bag skating?” what the fuck did I get myself into?
“Yeah,” Topher confirms. “Some idiotic plan to teach us a lesson on how to be a team.”
Great.
I hope I didn’t leave a collegiate program with an asshole as a coach just to join a worse one.
“To be fair,” Jagger intervenes. “Coach might not be all warm and fuzzy, but last year we deserved every punishment he issued.”
By the way he’s looking at Topher, I guess he means Topher deserved it. Interesting.
But I have no chance to find out if my hunch is right, because Topher turns to Jagger with a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes.
I don’t know Topher Mumford that well, but based on the few brush-ins we had in high school, I recognize that smile as his phony one. The Gamma president has always had this friendly veneer to cover his mean streak. For what I can remember, he played the same way on the ice, always tripping or hitting his opponents when the referees were distracted.
I’m ready for one of his douchy replies, but rather than sparring verbally, Topher pulls Jagger into a headlock.
“Let’s leave last year in the past, where it belongs,” Topher chuckles. “Come here, you horny motherfucker and tell us why we won tonight.”
As usual, Tucker joins him. “Yeah, Toph’s right. If we won, that can only mean one thing. You got head before the game.”
At that statement, everyone’s attention turns to Jagger, as he escapes Topher’s hold. “I did what I had to do.”
His statement is like pouring gasoline on a fire, everyone starts asking him questions.
“Who was it?” Corey wiggles his highbrows.
“Did the bunnies call off their strike?” Topher muses. “I tried to talk to Candace and she didn’t look very sympathetic to our problems. She might have had a change of heart.”
I’m curious to know who the owner of those high heeled pumps is, so I listen as I begin removing my protective gear.
“Nah,” Jagger remains surprisingly tight lipped. “Candace didn’t change her mind and I’ll be taking her on a date when hell freezes over. I found someone else who was willing to help.”
That revelation does nothing to curb our teammates’ curiosity.
“If it wasn’t a bunny, who did you sneak into the locker room?” Kelan asks.
“It doesn’t matter,” Jagger shoots us all a warning look. “What’s important is that it worked. The lady in question agreed to help us keep up our winning streak as long as we keep her help on the DL.”
Topher gives him a slap on the back that rivals the one Cole got earlier from Coach Harrison. “Fair enough, Jugs . It’s actually a good idea to keep this between us,” he says with a wink, as if he was privy to what Jagger just refused to divulge. “It’s better not to antagonize the bunnies more than you already have. We don’t want them to extend their strike to the entire team.”
There’s a chorus of agreement from our teammates but no one voices the idea that has begun swirling around in my head.
It’s odd that Jagger is so adamant about keeping the identity of the stiletto girl a secret.
It can only mean that he either cares about her or she’s someone connected to the bunnies. Maybe even a bunny gone rogue. Or it could be both things.
I don’t really care, as long as we keep winning, he can get head from every girl on campus.
I couldn’t care less what my teammates do and who they hook up with, I’m sticking to my guns and staying away from women this season. I just want to play hockey and get my degree, keep my head down until it’s time to head to Hartford and start my pro career.
Women only mean drama and I’m not inviting any drama in my life this year.
There’s only one woman who would tempt me to break my resolve to stay celibate. The one I almost fucked in the bathroom on the flight to Star Cove. If Bay Woods gave me the time of day, all bets would be off.
COLE
The house smells spicy, like Bay’s chili.
It’s funny that while I could take or leave spicy food, this particular scent has started to make me feel like I’m home even more than my mom’s pot roast.
I think it’s because Bay makes it.
My mom once said that home isn’t a place, it’s a state of mind. A state of mind created by the people who matter to you the most. Whenever you’re in those people’s company, it doesn’t matter where you are in the world, you’re home.
I usher Julia, my date for tonight, to the dining table with the promise of bringing her a bowl of chili.
“Thanks Cole,” she smiles. “You’re a real gentleman.”
I walk over to the kitchen, relieved that tonight I won’t have to look for an excuse not to hook up with my date. Julia and I met last year in an advanced math class and we became friendly. She likes to drink from time to time and we have a deal. If she’s out with me, she can party as hard as she wants and I’ll let her crash in my room to sleep it off. I told her I’m into someone who isn’t available—it was true last year when Bay was with Topher—so she knows I’m not interested in sleeping with her. I’ll make sure she’s safe if she overindulges and her presence will keep up the ruse that I’m the fuckboy everyone thinks I am.
Especially Bay.
Speaking of the devil, my BFF is taking a pan of cornbread out of the oven and looks absolutely spectacular in a skintight blue mini dress and the pair of Loubutins I saved for a year to buy last year for her birthday.
“Hey babe,” she smiles. “Amazing game tonight. You were invincible.”
I preen under her praise, pulling her into a hug. “I had my lucky stick and my lucky charm cheering for me in the audience.”
“Are you sure I bring you luck?” she giggles when I brush a kiss on her cheek. “The last two games I was there and you guys lost horribly.”
I shrug. “That was down to something else. One of the guys had fucked up with his own good luck ritual but now he fixed it, so we’re all good.”
She blushes and I wonder why. It can’t be because I said she’s my lucky charm, I’ve been telling her that for years.
“I’m just happy you guys won. Now come on, let’s get some chili into you, before the house fills up with people.”
I roll my eyes. “Right. I wish Topher didn’t insist on throwing a party after every home game, you know? This is starting to get tiring.”
Bay tilts her head to the side, as if my words surprised her. “You, tired of parties? You’re the biggest party animal I know.”
She’s right. That’s how I was before I started falling for her, and my idea of a great night became Netflix and chill with the only woman I care about.
I say none of that stuff. I know she doesn’t feel the same way.
“I don’t know,” I shrug. “Lately it’s getting boring, every party is the same. Maybe I’m getting old. ”
“Maybe,” she agrees. “I feel the same way. I wish it could be a smaller party, not everyone on campus.”
I consider her words. “You know what? We have a Gamma meeting tomorrow. How would you feel about a Gamma-Zeta mixer after next home game? Just to boost your sisters’ morale since you have to live apart this year.”
Bay’s face lights up with a smile.
She has the most beautiful smile in the world and there’s nothing I wouldn’t do to see it more often.
“Oh Cole, that would be awesome.”
Rather than talking to Topher, I’d like to kick his ass. When Bay and I bring our bowls of chili into the dining room, we find the Gamma president drinking beer at the head of the table with Bianca on his lap.
The asshole is either oblivious to the warning glare I shoot his way, or he has a death wish. Rather than ditching Bianca the second Bay walks into the room, Topher starts playing with the Dean’s daughter’s hair, the same way he used to do with Bay’s.
“Hey Bay,” he smiles as if their split had been amicable and they had decided to stay friends. “You always used to bring my bowl of chili to the table. I thought you would keep the tradition alive.”
This motherfucker.
I don’t care if he’s the Gamma president. I don’t give a shit if he could kick me out of the frat house and make me practically homeless since all the dorms are at capacity.
I will even face Coach’s wrath for not upholding the team spirit he expects from us, but I’m going to wipe that arrogant smirk off Topher Mumford’s face.
I start toward him, my fists clenched but Bay holds me back. She shakes her head, her eyes pleading with me to keep my cool.
I manage by the skin of my teeth, and just because Bay asked me .
She can take care of herself, I’ve always known that, but that doesn’t mean I want to protect her any less.
“That’s true,” she smiles back at her ex. “But that was before I found you in my bed with slutty Barbie. Have your puck bunny make you a bowl. If I were you I wouldn’t trust me not to put some extra ghost pepper in it.”
That’s my girl.
“You know Bay,” Topher retaliates. “I hate to remind you that you’re a guest in this house. The Dean is our biggest fan and I would hate it if he heard how you’re messing with the team’s lucky streak. You’re already on thin ice with him after your sorority house burned down on your tenure . Who’s to know what would happen if he was to decide that we no longer have to welcome you in our midst since you aren’t supportive of the team?”
“You’re so full of shit, Toph,” Bay glares at her ex. “The team’s superstition is that I make the chili after every home game, not that I fix you a bowl.”
The asshat doesn’t budge. “Who’s to say which detail is the most important? Last year you fixed me a bowl every time we played at home and we were undefeated on our own turf.”
Bay rolls her eyes but marches back into the kitchen. “God, give me strength,” she bites out, ladling chili into a bowl.
She doesn’t mess with it like she threatened Topher to do. Bay doesn’t take any shit, but she’s a lady through and through and that’s one of the million reasons why I love her.
Me? I would have had the entire team spit in Topher’s chili and God forbid we won next week, that bastard would eat spit until the end of the season.