He stops talking, so I have to ask. “What is the conclusion?”
“The only possible conclusion, really,” he snorts. “I was a fool in love with her, and she used me to get out of a difficult situation. I’ve seen it a lot in the military. Some women marry a soldier because of the steady paycheck. The fact that the second our divorce was final, she married the guy she was cheating with, is proof that I was right about her intentions. I should have listened to my parents, I guess.”
I feel bad for Keene. Now that I know the details of his past, I don’t blame him for keeping mostly to himself. “Sorry, that sounds horrible.”
He surprises me with his next words. “Nah, you live and you fucking learn. Every experience, even the shittiest one, has some value as long as you learn something from it. In this case is that love isn’t in the cards for me. Sex is fine, as long as everyone involved knows that it’s just a way to let off some steam and fulfill a need. I always make it abundantly clear that I’m not looking for anything. In the end, my only big regret is that my ex filed for sole custody of our daughter. I fought it in court, but the judge granted her petition based on the evidence she provided that I’m not the child’s biological father. I miss Lily and I hate that she probably won’t even remember me, since she was barely two-years-old the last time I saw her. But I guess there’s a silver lining in there too, that she isn’t going to miss me as much as I miss her. At least after my four years, I got back in touch with Coach Harrison, and he offered me a spot on the team. He even helped me transfer from the online college I was attending part time to Star Cove. And I’m using my G.I. bill, so I don’t even have to touch the social media money.”
I open my own beer, grabbing the discarded caps from the counter and tossing them in the trash can by the back door, throwing it over the kitchen table.
“Good aim.” Keene laughs.
“Thanks. I wish Luke’s sister could see me now. She was ribbing me last night at the fair because I couldn’t aim for shit. I guess tequila doesn’t help my precision.”
Luke’s chuckle comes from the doorway. “I don’t think tequila ever really helps anything, except maybe letting loose and making bad decisions.”
I can’t argue with that. “Hey, cap.” I smile. “Where’s your better half?”
He rolls his eyes. “Speaking about aim and precision, Shane has been challenged to a game of beer pong by Tucker.”
“Ha,” I chuckle. “How that ends depends on how early Tucker started drinking.”
Luke agrees. “True that. Hey guys, there’s something I wanted to talk to you about. Do you mind stepping outside for a second? Let’s find a quiet corner to talk.”
Jamie
My phone vibrates in the back pocket of my jeans, and I debate if I should ignore it.
I let my gaze descend to the blonde head that’s bobbing over my cock and sigh. Maybe I should finish this up before I check my messages. If only this bunny was a little better at giving head, we could speed things along.
Another sigh escapes my chest. I’m being unfair. I don’t think there’s anything wrong with her blowjob technique. I’m the problem. I’m distracted. My head has been elsewhere all day.
I close my eyes, pressing my eyelids tight together. That does nothing to banish the haunted look in Bex’s eyes last night. How she flinched at my attempt to comfort her after I took care of that asshole who dared groping her without her permission.
Bex was scared of me.
I’ve been obsessing about the fear in her eyes all day. I want to talk to her, ask her what that was about. Let her know that she has me all wrong. I’ll throw a punch or two if needed, on or off the ice, but I would never hurt someone smaller or weaker than me. I know it sounds like a contradiction, but I can’t stand injustice. Someone checking my teammates against the boards during a fair confrontation? No problem. But hit someone from behind, or go after them when they don’t even have the puck? I’m gonna take matters into my own hands.
It’s the same thing when I see someone use their size or strength to prevail. I see red. I’ve dealt with my fair share of bullies back in my day—I was the smallest in my class in middle school before I hit one hell of a growth spurt—so I could never hit someone who’s defenseless, especially a woman.
“Hmm.” The blonde on her knees in front of me moans around my cock.
Usually something like that would make me harder, push me closer to the edge. Not tonight.
I wonder if Luke brought Bex to the party, maybe I could find her and clear the air with her.
Just the thought of my team captain’s gorgeous sister does what the eager efforts of the bunny at my feet have failed to achieve for the best part of half an hour.
This is probably rude, thinking about someone other than the person who has my cock down her throat, but… Fuck.
The second I imagine it’s Bex’s mouth wrapped around my dick, her tongue massaging the underside of my shaft, her hair tangled in my fingers, my balls start tingling.
Heat collects at the base of my spine and I keep that image going in my head. Her beautiful green eyes, her soft, heart-shaped lips, her perfect tits.
A wave of searing hot pleasure travels down the length of my cock and shoots out of me. I shudder as I blow one spurt after the other, pressing the girl’s head against my crotch.
“Fuck.” I let her go with trembling hands, as my vision clears.
A string of saliva connects her mouth to my skin until she wipes it off with her forearm.
