Chapter 13
Willow Rogers
C alloused fingertips grip my ass hard enough to bruise, as my eyes wander over his chest, down to his abs, and the carved V on his lower abdomen. I’m practically drooling. I drag my hands along his toned shoulders, skipping down to his jeans.
I claw at the belt, wanting nothing between us when he fucks me against the wall. It won’t be gentle–nothing ever is when it comes to me and him.
I unzip his pants, pulling his boxers down to pool at his feet. My hand wraps around his hard cock, appreciating every inch of him.
“Inside me. Now.” My words are breathless.
“Is that what you want, Willow? You want me to fuck this pretty little cunt?”
His voice is rugged and familiar, but I can’t figure out who’s it is.
“You’re such a greedy slut for me, Red.”
I can’t comprehend his words before he thrusts inside me. Oxygen escapes me, my grip on his shoulders is tight, causing me to dig my nails into his tan skin. Moans fall from my lips, despite trying to muffle them.
“Louder, Sweetheart.” Thrust. “I want our teammates to know you’re mine.” Thrust. “Say my name, Willow.”
His name drips from my lips without a second thought. “Jayden.”
My eyes snap open, and I sit straight up, the covers twisted around my sweat-ridden body.
Holy fucking shit. Did I just have a sex dream about Jayden Allen? My chest rises and falls as I attempt to gulp in air. This should not be happening to me.
How the fuck did I get into this situation?
Oh, that’s right. I wanted Jayden to kiss me–no devour me. His hot, minty breath brushing against my skin brought my vagina back to life. And now, she is forcing me to have dreams about the one man I will never have sex with.
I rub my thighs together, wetness pooling at my centre. I throw the covers off me and race to my shower.
Stripping off my pyjamas, I step under the cold spray and jump when the water hits my skin. I grind my teeth together, forcing myself to stay under.
After a long two minutes, I turn the hot water tap on. My breathing returns to a normal rhythm, warmth engulfing me like a tight hug.
I scrub my body with a bar of soap until I’m raw and red, trying to rid myself of imaginary Jayden’s touch.
The worst thing about this situation is the fact that I have never had a sex dream before. Now here I am having one about someone I extremely dislike, and not to mention my best friend’s brother.
Ever since that stupid near-kiss, I have been avoiding Jayden because he is etched into my brain–and vagina apparently. I’m not blind unfortunately, Jayden is attractive. He always has been, his tan skin that is riddled with tattoos and a mop of brown hair that has a slight curl.
“Argh.”
He is just a man. I shouldn’t be focusing on Jayden at all. I promised myself that I would not seek out the opposite gender for pleasure.
But…that doesn’t mean I can’t help myself. An orgasm will relax me my muscles and if not, it will at least take the edge off.
I trail my fingers closer to my aching core but a crash causes me to jump. I yank my hand away and turn off the shower.
Absolutely not, the last thing I need is one of the boys hearing me get off.
I dry myself, changing into a red activewear set consisting of bike shorts and a sports bra. After spraying deodorant and my signature lavender scent, I grab my phone and head downstairs.
All the boys are in the kitchen or dining room, preparing breakfast for the house. When Jayden said everyone contributes to chores evenly, I was more than relieved.
It didn't matter that I couldn't cook to save a life, in Nevada, I always seemed to draw the short straw. To be honest, it wouldn’t surprise me if those assholes rigged it.
I shake away the thoughts of my old team, placing a smile on my face. “Morning,” I say.
“Morning Willow,” Cooper says, enthusiasm lacing his words.
He is adorable, like a puppy who wants to please its owner. And in this case, the owner is me. Cooper has become one of my closest friends, which is crazy since I’ve been at Lakewood for two months.
After my experience with men, it’s hard to remain at ease. I’ve never had this problem with anyone on the team, highlighting how fucked my old team was.
No. I don’t want to think about them. I’m thankful we don’t play Nevada for another month. When we play them on the ice, I want to crush them. Especially Kyle Woods. The gaslighting, manipulative fucker has another thing coming when he lines up against me.
“Willow, you okay?” Sam asks.
My head jerks up, everyone’s eyes fall to me. “Yeah, all good. Thinking about the game today.”
Hopefully, that’s a good enough lie to throw them off. Or at least stop them from worrying about me.
I flick my eyes over to Jayden, but when our gazes meet, I look away. The last thing I need is for Jayden to dig up my hidden struggles or even worst, my sex dream from this morning.
Talk about fucking awkward.
My spine tingles, core heating as Jayden’s gaze lingers on me. I’m sure he doesn’t believe my bullshit lies, but I don’t think he will do anything about it.
I’m optimistic my outburst after class will keep Jayden away, but then again, we got along perfectly at training only days ago. The fact that we work well together on the ice–we always have–makes it harder to hate him.
I finish off the bacon and eggs in front me. Hayes had passed the plate of food to me when I entered the kitchen.
Tonight’s game is the topic of conversation as I walk to the sink to clean my plate, placing it on the drying rack.
I have an essay plus pre-labs–a booklet with questions to fill out before we head to class–to finish. The only thing about studying dietetics and nutrition along with playing sport is it can be hard to find time for everything.
It’s already close to the end of October, so I need to get a move on with my assessments.
“You sure you’re okay, Willow?” Cooper asks, twisting his head to the side.
I plaster a smile onto my lips. “Yeah, just swamped with assessments that need to be started.”
He nods and I take my chance to escape the room. Heading back upstairs, I go straight to my room and sit at my desk.
Pulling out my phone, I find my group chat with the girls.
Tea Time – Group Chat
Me:
Girls, I have a hypothetical situation on my hands…
Sofia Wells:
WHAT HAPPENED???
Athena King:
Please tell me you don’t need us to hide a body.
I’ll do it, though.
Me:
NO.
Well…No, there isn’t a body, yet.
Cami:
On a scale of 1 to 10, how bad is this hypothetical situation?
Me:
100.
Cami:
Oh, no.
Me:
Okay. So, what do you do when you have a sex dream about someone?
And not just anyone, someone you definitely shouldn’t be thinking about naked.
Cami:
Oh my god! You had a sex dream about JAYDEN ALLEN???
Jazmine Allen:
WAIT, WHAT!
I don’t check my messages for a few minutes and now I see the words sex and brother in a sentence. EW!
Me:
NO! This is completely hypothetical.
Athena King:
Sure, it is.
So, what happen in the dream?
Jazmine Allen:
DO NOT ANSWER THAT!
*Jazmine Allen has left the group*
Sofia Wells:
I’m laughing uncontrollably right now. Colton is looking at me like I’m a witch.
Me:
You would be a powerful witch.
Sofia Wells:
No deflecting!
*Athena King has added Jazmine Allen to the group*
Me:
I won’t go into detail, but there may or may not have been degradation involved while we were defiling a wall.
Jazmine Allen:
ATHENA! You could have waited.
Athena King:
This is hilarious. I will say, though, I think everyone saw this coming.
Jazmine Allen:
I DIDN’T!
Cami:
HA! Be real, Jaz. The sexual tension between those two has been wanting to burst for years.
Me:
Take that back!
This is still hypothetical, and I will never ever be fucking Jayden Allen. Even if he begged.
Athena King:
Kinky.
Jazmine Allen:
STOP!
My laughter consumes the room, but a glance toward my laptop reminds me of my original to-dos. No more thinking about Jayden naked. Even if my friends and sister think it was a long time coming.
I open my textbook, staring at the human anatomy diagrams and endless notes.
This is going to be a long day.
***
A n incessant knocking on my bedroom door forces me to fall out of focus. My eyes flick to the time in the corner of my laptop. Shit, it’s after four, I need to go.
Someone knocks on my door. “Willow, it’s Cooper. We are about to head to the arena.”
“Okay. I’ll be five minutes. Just need to change,”
“Cool. Sam and I are waiting for you.”
I dash to my wardrobe, pulling my game day jumpsuit out to change into. I swing my game day duffle bag over my shoulder and head downstairs, where Coops and Sam are waiting.
“Sorry, I lost track of time. These assessments are kicking my ass.”
The two boys smile, reassuring me that it is fine. We head to the car, where Sam drives and Cooper, like the good guy he is, offers me the front seat.
“So,” Sam begins. “What’s going on with you and Jayden?”
I choke. “What do you mean?”
“Well, you are barely looking at him unless it concerns hockey. Is everything okay?”
“It’s fine. Just our usual disagreements,”
I keep it short, sweet, and blunt. Even though I know these boys wouldn’t fuck me over, I don’t want anyone to find out about Jayden and I nearly kissing.
The last thing I need is a repeat of Nevada.
I’m at Lakewood to play hockey competitively for what could be the last time.
Nothing will be stopping me from winning.
Cooper and Sam seem to pick up that I don’t want to talk about Jayden, letting the conversation drift to another topic. It isn’t long before we are entering Lakewood Arena.
I used to hate home games because I never had anyone in the stands supporting me. But now, I have my best friend and her boyfriend, plus the friends I’ve picked up since arriving.
When I enter the locker room, most of the boys are changed and ready for warm up. I take my jumpsuit off and change into my jersey and pants.