Chapter 19
Willow Rogers
G oosebumps form on my skin as I approach the ice in Lakewood Arena. My duffle bag is thrown over my shoulder, storing my skates and water bottle.
The matcha I made at home is cool against my right palm. I’m still not sure how matcha powder found itself in the kitchen, as I didn’t buy it. It surprised me further when I realised it was my preferred brand. Only a couple of people know it is my favourite.
I place my belongings on the stands before sitting down to put my skates on. I finally found a time free in my schedule to help the local girls' hockey team out, and after checking with Coach West, he said the ice would be free.
So, imagine my surprise when Jayden Allen is skating across the ice without a care in the world.
“What are you doing here?”
Jayden tilts his head from across the ice, skating over to meet me. Without all the excess hockey gear, I can spy the outline of Jayden’s abs through his tight, long-sleeve shirt. That piece of clothing should be illegal.
“Coach West lets me come for extra practice sometimes. What are you doing here?”
“I’m coaching the local girls’ team. They should be here any minute.”
He smiles. It’s extremely weird. “Oh, that’s cool. Can I join?”
What? My brows scrunch, and I shake my head. “You want to actively spend more time with me?”
“You seemed to love spending time with me on Tuesday, in fact, I recall you moaning–” I interrupted him, slapping my hand over his mouth.
“Children could walk through that door. They do not need to hear about–”
“Willow!”
Girls chant my name, discarding their backpacks–most of which are pink–onto the floor and race over to me. I raise my brows at Jayden as if to say: see.
He chuckles, the sound hitting my palm. I yank my hand away, forcing it to my side.
“We are so excited for today,” Maddie says.
I smile, blinking back the stray tears welling in my eyes. Maddie reminds me of myself before the belittling and manipulative comments became embedded underneath my skin.
Maddie is loud and proud, not caring what anyone else thinks. I want to show her that girls are just as tough as boys. If anything, we are tougher and stronger.
Maddie pulls her ponytail tighter and looks up at Jayden. “Is this your boyfriend? He’s cute,”
Fuck. Curse eleven-year-old girls. They just have to stick their noses everywhere, and I would know, it is exactly who I was at this age.
“No. Jayden wishes he could be my boyfriend. I’m too cool for him.”
Behind me, Jayden scoffs, but all the girls laugh.
“I heard Willow was teaching you to skate, can I join you girls too?” He asks.
Maddie pauses, bringing her hand to stroke her chin. I bite back a laugh. This kid is fucking funny. She will keep Jayden on his toes, that’s for sure.
“Usually, I would say it’s girls only, but I suppose I can make an exception for you.”
A smile lights up Jayden’s face, showcasing his dimples. My stomach flips at the sight. I’m in trouble.
“Thank you. What are your names?”
“I’m Maddie, the captain of the team, and these are my sisters Zara and Ebony. The rest of the girls should be here soon.”
“Well, Captain Maddie, I’m Jayden. I also happen to be the captain of my team.”
Maddie giggles. Of course, she does. Jayden seems to have that effect on women. More girls pile into the arena, sitting on the grandstands to put their skates on. I guide Maddie, Ebony, and Zara over to join their team.
“Welcome, girls, I’m super excited to offer you some tips to improve your hockey skills. My assistant will be joining us as well, his name is Jayden.”
I smirk, spinning in time to see Jayden roll his eyes. He is lucky there are kids here, otherwise, I would be flipping him off. I sit down, tying the laces on my skates.
On the other end of the stands, I spy a girl sitting alone, her brunette hair tied into a messy plait, while she tightens her laces. Jayden approaches her before kneeling in front of her. He asks if she is okay, all the girl does is nod.
“I’m Jay. What is your name?”
Jayden’s voice carries over to me, and like the nosy person I am, I continue to eavesdrop.
“Valerie,”
Her answer is short, getting up from the metal stand to follow the rest of the girls onto the ice. We share a look. “Is she okay?” I mouth.
He shrugs his shoulders, mouthing back to me. “I’ll keep an eye on her.”
I sort the girls into forwards, defence, and goalies. I explain the first drill, using Jayden as an extra set of hands. “The aim of this is to practice gaining possession of the puck and supporting your teammates.”
All the girls nod, giving me their complete attention. After providing them with an example, I let them get started. Butterflies swarm in my stomach, a smile curling on my lips.
The girls have talent, no doubt about it. Valerie caught my attention the entire session. The others are great, but she is leaps and bounds above the rest.
Jayden and I both jump when she slams the puck into the goal. For an eleven-year-old girl, she has control and power. Yet, she seems to be allergic to smiling.
The session continues until I can tell many of the girls are becoming restless. We are close to finishing the final set of passing drills when my ears prick.
“No way you’re faster than Willow,” Maddie says, tilting her head.
“I could beat Willow any day,” he says, arrogance shining through his tone.
I scoff, skating toward Jayden and Maddie. “No way,”
The entire girls' team appears behind me, gasping in disbelief. Then, the chanting begins. “Race. Race. Race.”
Jayden smirks, and I narrow my eyes at him. That asshole goaded me into this shit. Now, I like any self-respecting woman who can never let a man win anything, so I have to race him.
“Fine. Girls, skate to the other end of the ice and you can be the judges.” They race off to the other side of the ice, not questioning a word I say.
“I can’t believe you got us into this mess,” I mutter, beginning to skate in the opposite direction to the girls.
Jayden raises his eyebrows. “You could have refused to race me.”
“Fuck off. You know I can’t resist a challenge,”
He hums, leaning closer. “It’s one of my favourite things about you.” I swallow, hating the vulnerability of his comment. “It also turns me on.”
I gasp, my skin burning despite the cool air inside the arena.
“How about a bet?” Jayden asks, his tone sly.
“What do you have in mind?”
“Loser has to get on their knees and be at the mercy of the winner.”
I dart my tongue across my lips. Jayden Allen on his knees for me haunts my fucking dreams. Heat scorches in my veins, surging straight to my core.
“You’re on,” I whisper.
The girls call out, counting us down. As soon as go leaves Maddie’s lips, my body jumps into action. I stick low to the ice, pumping my arms to pick up the speed. I heave in deep breaths, the end in sight.
Jayden lingers next to me, though, and no matter how hard I try, I can’t shake him. The edge of the rink is within reach, I stretch out, but Jayden and his freakishly long limbs touch first.
The girls groan with me, their jaws dropping in disbelief. I’m glad they put their faith in me.
“It’s okay, Willow. You tried your best.” Ebony says.
My bottom lip quivers. “Thanks, Eb. Good work today, girls. All of you are future stars.”
The girls twirl on their skates, relishing in the praise. Their parents wait on the edge of the barrier, and many girls say goodbye and race over to them. I begin to pick up the cones scattered across the ice.
A smile curls on my lips. Today was fun. The past couple of months, my passion for hockey has crept into my life again. I thought after this year, it would be easy to leave competitive hockey behind, but these girls have reminded me why I love the game.
There is one girl left on the ice who is talking to Jayden. I roll my lips into my mouth, not wanting to smile.
Valerie is quiet and unassuming. I don’t think she smiled for the whole lesson. But right now, her smile could light up the darkest night. Jayden has knelt to her level, his eyes soft and patient.
I pivot, unable to watch any more. Why does he have to be good with kids? It’s annoyingly adorable and I fucking hate it.
I grumble, picking up the last cones from the passing drills. Coach said to leave the goals out as we have training later tonight.
My phone buzzes against the side of my leg.
Jayden Allen:
Meet me in the supply closet
I gasp. Holy shit. I spin around, finding myself alone in the arena. How the hell did he leave so quickly? Shaking my head, I skate off the ice and change into my runners.
Knots tangle in my stomach as I approach Jayden. He is leaning against the closet door, a smirk plastered on his lips.
“What are we doing here?” I ask, though I’m confident I already know.
Jayden licks his lips, closing the space between us. I inhale sharply, his hot breath dancing down my neck. Jayden hasn’t even touched me, yet I’m on fucking fire.
“I won,” he murmurs into my ear.
“You did.” The words are breathless.
He twists the door handle, his head nodding into the small space. “Inside and on your knees.”
My eyes widen, but I scramble inside, nonetheless. Besides this moment, semi-public sex has never appealed to me, however, I couldn’t give a single fuck. Jayden flicks the light on, casting an incandescent orange glow over us.
I drop to my knees without complaint. Usually, I would put up more of a fight, but I’ve been dreaming about having Jayden’s cock in my mouth for days.
My knees dig into the harsh, concrete floor, but I ignore the pain, focusing on my overheated core.
“My perfect little slut,” Jayden grunts, a hand reaching out to grab my braid.
He yanks my hair, tears pricking the corner of my eyes. I muffle a groan, revelling in the control he has over me.
“Take my cock out, Sweetheart.”
My gaze flicks between Jayden’s eyes and crotch. I dip my hand under the waistband of his pants, then his boxers. I tug them to pool around Jayden’s feet, leaving me to stare at his large cock.
Both of us moan when my hand wraps around him. I squeeze harder, bringing my thumb to circle the tip.
Jayden groans, his grip on my hair becomes tighter. “Harder, Willow.”
I lick my lips, loving the effect I have on him. It’s fucking exhilarating.
Gripping his cock, I slide my hand up and down. He jerks in my hand, flames rushing to my clit. I want to reach between my thighs and touch myself, just to see what he would do.
I look up, my eyes remaining on him. A smirk curves on my lips as I inch my unoccupied hand closer to my cunt.
“Don’t even think about touching yourself, you don’t get to come until I say. Hands behind your back.” I listen.
Jayden rakes his gaze over my face, his thumb brushes over my lips. “Open.”
I suck in a breath, obeying his command. Jayden steps closer to me, the dull light falling directly over his cock. I can’t look away from his length or the protruding vein running up the side. Without warning, he thrusts himself inside my mouth.
My groan is muffled around his cock, causing it to jerk inside me. I suck, hollowing my cheeks to take him further down my throat.
I squeeze my hands together, not wanting to move them. Jayden’s grunts consume the tiny space, and I pray that no one else needs to use this arena today.
“Taking…me so…well, Red.” His words are interrupted by pants, which spurs me on further.
I bob my head, swirling my tongue around him. Jayden’s grip on my hair loosens, bringing my attention to his body. I look up, fluttering my lashes, and stare into his molten eyes.
“Fuck, Willow. Stay still for me, I need to use–”
His grunts turn to whimpers, and it feels amazing. I’ve got Jayden to somewhat lose control. The irony isn’t lost on me, since he believed I was going to be at his mercy.
Jayden’s tattooed arm cups my face, the other resuming its tight grip on my hair. Physically, I can no longer move my head. My stomach churns, but I shove the anxiety away.
Jayden’s thrusts become frantic, messy. I gag, throat constricting as more tears well in my eyes. I watch Jayden, his jaw clenching, and the veins in his arm bulge.
God, he is so fucking hot.
I move my arms to grab onto his muscular thighs, needing something to balance. I dig my nails into his skin, eliciting another grunt. He continues to fuck my face, his rhythm fast and unrelenting.
Every powerful thrust has me clenching my legs together, wishing for any type of friction against my clit.
Jayden pulls back, and I take it as an opportunity to breathe. “Are you going to swallow my cum like the greedy slut, you are?
My voice is hoarse; I’m still trying to regain my breath. “Yes.”
As soon as the words leave my mouth, Jayden shoves his cock inside me. I moan around his length. He resumes his tight grip on my face and hair.
I can only watch as his thighs and abdomen contract, as Jayden’s length jerks, hitting the back of my throat. On the next thrust, hot, salty liquid fills me. I choke it down, swallowing every drop of his cum.
Slowly, he pulls away, watching as I lick my lips.
“Fucking hell, Willow. You’re way too good at that.”
“I–”
“Mention any other man right now and I fuck that pretty little throat again,” Jayden says, his words primal.
My core heats, legs clenching. I shouldn’t, but I love his jealousy. It makes me feel needed and important. Two things I struggle with when it comes to intimacy.
I’m so fucked.