“Yes. Well, no, but yes. On Halloween, we wear a teammates jersey and kinda take on the role of being them.”
“That explains why I showed up and didn’t catch you with your tongue down someone else’s throat.”
“Would that have made you jealous?” He takes a step towards me, and I roll my eyes.
“Not even a little bit. Especially now that the mood is totally killed.”
“I wouldn’t say totally.”
“You just told me we can’t sleep together because of a hockey player tradition on Halloween. I’d say that definitely killed the mood.”
He stares at me, contemplating the situation. Seriously, what guy doesn’t sleep with a girl because of some stupid costume rules?
I grin when I watch his eyes trail over my body as if he’s trying to figure out how not to break.
I pull my shirt over my head, leaving me in just my bra, and he sucks in a breath.
Then I unclasp my bra, slowly sliding it down my arms.
“Fuck it.” He stalks towards me, ripping off his jersey, leaving his own chest bare. “I don’t know what Bowman does when he’s alone.”
His lips nip at my favorite spot below my ear, which I think has become his favorite place to kiss because of the reaction he gets from me. And based on his erection, which I feel pressing against my leg, the sounds I make when he does it cause a reaction of his own.
He carries me over to his bed, gently lying me down as he pops open the button on my jeans.
His lips leave warm kisses down my neck, chest, and stomach, stopping right above the waistline of my jeans.
My body is hot with anticipation as if it’s been waiting weeks for me to come to my senses. And as he kisses his way up my leg, stopping on the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, causing shivers to travel down my spine—
I’m glad I did.
eighteen
Zeke
November
Icould get used to the wholeacquaintances with benefitsthing. In just over a week, my hockey game has improved so much. Being with Avalon gives me the escape I need from the world, but it also doesn’t come with the stress of someone expecting more.
We’re on the same page regarding us. And that there isn’t an us, not from a romance standpoint, anyway. I told her before we started this that she could sleep with whomever she wanted; we weren’t bound to one another.
So, she could be sleeping with someone else. I’m not. I don’t need to. I don’t get this satiated feeling with anyone else. Why waste my time with other women when I get everything I need from just one.
If I told the guys, they’d be convinced I’m inlove. Which is ridiculous. It’s not love. It’s sex. The only love that’s there is my love forsex.
And boy, do we have a lot of it.
I totally converted her into an afternoon sex lover, which is when we usually find time to do it. Neither of us lives alone, and she doesn’t want to risk running into the guys.
And since she lives with her mom, we can’t go to her place after six pm, because she’ll be home.
Which means car sex.
Something I’m not mad about at all. I don’t know what it is about fucking in the back of my truck, but it’s exhilarating. I know Avalon feels it, too. Sex with Avalon’s always great, but something about doing it in the car turns us both on more than I thought humanly possible.
“Have you seen my shirt?” Avalon searches the floor of my bedroom.
I can’t help but watch her.