“Because now I think of you when I stroke my cock.”
“Do you still have the video?”
I cock an eyebrow at her. “Why, you want to watch it?”
“Maybe,” she hisses.
I hug her against my chest and kiss her forehead. “Well, maybe I’ll fuck you again while we watch other people fuck.”
“Oh, Drake…” she fists my hair between her fingers, forcing our eyes to meet, “… you’re such a bad boy.”
I give her one of my boyish smirks. “Is that a no?”
She flashes an evil grin.
I dip my head down to kiss her lips. “So, it’s a yes?”
Taylor turns her head to the side for me to kiss her neck. “Yes, Drake. Show me all the dirty things you’ve learned that you want to do to me.”
Excitement brews inside me, her words sending me over the edge. My cock is hard again. And when I turn on the flat screen and hit play on the video, she’s ready to pounce, begging me to take her again. So, I do. For the rest of the night.
Chapter 19
Taylor
Even with two players out for the championship, the Strickland Senators are crushing it on the ice. Preston sits in the stands with us next to Bex, cheering on his team with a sadness in his eyes that makes me feel for him. He beat the shit out of Kellan to defend Bex, and now he’s forced to watch his team win another Frozen Four from the stands.
“C’mon, Drakey,” Sydney says at my side with her hands folded in front of her face. She’s biting down so hard on her lip she might draw blood.
Chloe is on her left next to Carter, who’s hunched forward with his big hands cupping his knees, his gaze fixed on the final game of Drake’s college career. Neither of them has spoken for the last few minutes.
“Yes,” I say under my breath as I watch Drake make another save. “Good job, baby.”
A mixture of grunts, groans, and cheers echo throughout the crowd.
I’m so proud of him. Drake has been on point this year. His save percentage exceeded last year’s before the regular season was even over. And now, he’s killing it in the postseason. Since the start of regionals, he’s only given up a handful of goals.
There are thirty seconds left on the game clock, and I’m holding my breath for every second. Bex squeezes both Preston’s hand and mine, her grip so tight it could break my fingers.
I hate freezing my ass off. The cold from the rink normally sends a shiver down my spine. But with a mixture of anxiety and adrenaline flooding through my veins, a rush of heat washes over me in waves. My skin burns, a warmth spreading to my cheeks. I hold Bex’s hand, keeping the other clenched at my side, praying the Senators can force the win.
When the buzzer sounds throughout the event center, the crowd erupts into chaos. I turn to hug the shit out of Bex before doing the same to Sydney. Preston has a grin on his face.
“I’m taking everyone out to dinner to celebrate,” Carter says, looking down the row at Bex, Preston, and me.
“I want steak and lobster,” Chloe chimes.
Bex smiles. She couldn’t care less what we eat. Preston nods, still staring at the ice to cheer on his team. He grunts something to Bex, though I can’t make out the words.
“Count me in,” I say, unable to stop smiling.
Sydney hooks her arm through mine and hugs me against her side. “You’ve been so good for my baby. I’m happy Drake has you. Have either of you given any thought to what you will do after graduation?”
I frown at the thought of spending a single day without Drake in my life. “No, not yet.”
We graduate in a few weeks. The clock is ticking down on our time together, though neither of us has given it any thought. Considering the distance between us, we should have talked more about how we will navigate our futures. I already accepted my position at UC Berkeley for the fall semester, and Drake has his professional hockey career to think about.
Suddenly, my mood shifts, now mirroring the gloomy demeanor Preston has maintained for most of the game.
