We fall into a rhythm. My body relaxes, and I’m more in tune with him as he rocks his hips to meet mine. He looks wild, with a hungry look in his eyes and determination on his handsome face. My muscles tighten around him, my entire body coming alive as he hits every pleasure point.
Trent picks up the pace when I clench around him. Heat spreads from my cheeks to my toes, rocking me to the core. And I swear I have never felt anything so intense.
After I come again, it’s not long before Trent collapses on top of me. He kisses my lips a few times, muttering sweet sentiments before he rolls onto the mattress next to me. Neither of us can speak, still out of breath.
Trent hooks his arm around me. “I want you to come to my game this weekend.”
I rest my head on his chest. “Are you playing at home?”
He nods. “You’re my good luck charm. I need you there.”
“Count me in,” I say with a smile.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Trent
It feels good to be on the ice with my team. Preston has possession of the puck, sweeping it back and forth with his stick. He moves like a dancer on the ice, perfectly coordinated as his opponent attempts to steal the puck.
When Preston gets into a jam, he glances up for help. I skate to his side, giving him enough room to pass the puck. We have less than a minute left in the third period, on the verge of winning another game.
I move to the right and sail past my opponent. He attempts to steal the puck that I switch to my weak side. From a distance, my teammates sitting on the bench bang their sticks. Dark jerseys block the net, forcing me to pass the puck to Tucker, who has an open shot.
Tucker pulls back his stick, the goal horn sounding throughout the arena as the puck glides past the goaltender’s skate. The game ends. And the Strickland Senators are one step closer to becoming the NCAA ice hockey champions.
I skate over to my teammates to celebrate another victory. We hug and slap each other on the back, taking in this moment as a team. This is my last year with the Senators. Most of us are moving on at the end of the season and need another championship before we start our professional careers.
Tucker smiles, wiping the sweat from his forehead with his glove. “Good game, bro.”
“You, too. That was a nice shot.”
He rolls his shoulders. “Part luck, part skill.”
Preston congratulates Tucker on the game-winning shot. He says he’s happy we’re back on the ice, even though it’s been weeks since the dean lifted our suspension.
I skate over to the bench and look into the stands, where Jemma waits for me. My coach’s daughter sits on Jemma’s right, chatting with her roommate, who has a thing for Drake. Preston tried to hide his secret relationship with Bex until his secrets spilled out over Thanksgiving dinner. I like seeing Jemma in the stands with the girls. She looks happy, part of the girl squad that comes to our home games.
Jemma raises her hand, a smile playing on her plump, red lips. I skate toward her, motioning for her to meet me at the rink’s edge.
“Trent,” Preston yells. “Get in line.”
I hold up my hand to indicate I will only be a minute. My teammates line up at center ice to slap hands with the opposing team, but they can wait a few seconds.
I stop in front of Jemma and lean over the divider. “Hey, beautiful. Did you catch the goal I made?”
Jemma throws her arms around my sweaty neck and smacks a kiss on my cheek. “I wasn’t sure what was happening for most of the game, but Bex filled me in. You were unbelievable, Trent.”
I strip the gloves from my hands and drop them onto the ice. “That’s because my good luck charm sent me positive vibes.”
She wiggles her eyebrows. “Watching you does dirty things to me.”
I smirk. “Wait until later. I plan to fulfill every fantasy you’ve ever had.”
“Trent,” my brother groans from behind me. “Let’s go.”
“You should go,” Jemma suggests. “We can talk about dirty things later.”
This girl kills me.”
