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PRESTON

W hat a fun problem to have the night before the championship game. Was my head fucked up because of my parents’ divorce, because of how I’d played tonight—which could cause no NHL team to ever want me—or because of Jordan Vanderfleet’s tits? Was there an all-the-above option?

It sure wasn’t split evenly in my mind. Each issue took front and center before moving to the back. We’d been lying in bed for at least thirty minutes. Jordan hadn’t moved, yet I knew she was awake. I swore I could hear the gears in her head turning.

I had no idea what to do. Did we talk about what happened or ignore it?

I loved Jordan as a friend first, but this growing attraction—obsession—with her was becoming a problem.

She’d never date me. She was anti-relationship, had severe commitment issues, and liked things in safe boxes, like Logan and me.

Yet, fuck. I saw her body react to my touch, and I wanted to experience that again. I clenched my fist, thinking about her being in Tyler’s sweatshirt, flirting with Liam in the pool…I sighed and covered my face with my forearm .

“Hey.” Her soft voice broke through the tension. “You need to relax and fall asleep. Tomorrow is a big deal for you.”

“I’m aware, thank you.”

“What would help you sleep?”

“Turning my mind off. Do you know how to unplug someone?”

She snorted, and the bed rustled as she moved closer to me. “If I knew that, I’d be a way different person. For real though, am I bothering you? I can move to the floor. It really isn’t a problem.”

“You being on the floor would bother me.”

Jordan scooted closer to me, so close that her body pressed into my side. Her warmth flooded me, along with her addicting scent.

“Does this feel good?”

She massaged my head with her fingers, digging them into my scalp and rubbing small circles. Instantly, I moaned. “Oh my god.”

“Good, right?” She laughed. “Okay, scoot down a bit.”

I did, and she moved behind me so my head sat in her lap. It took my cock two seconds to realize my mouth was like six inches from her pussy, and the same lightning-bolt lust went through me.

“Try to relax. Take deep breaths. I can do this until you fall asleep, okay?” She rubbed my head with her fingertips, each brush of her fingers causing my skin to tingle.

“Mm, Jordan.” I closed my eyes and tried to focus on her touch and not the warmth of her thighs around me.

It was pitch-black, so I couldn’t see anything, but I could sure as fuck feel.

My pulse raced with the urge to grab my cock and stroke.

I wanted it so badly. Just to get a release to ease the tension and help me relax.

I groaned a little, and Jordan stilled .

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” I barked out. “Feels good.”

“Why do you feel more tense?” She moved her hands to my shoulders and rubbed. “Dude, you’re like a brick wall right now. You gotta loosen up or you’ll play like this.”

“You think I don’t know that?” I snapped, not proud of myself. “Sorry, I’m?—”

“This might be a wild idea, so please tell me to shut up. But do you know what I do when I’m feeling this way?”

“I don’t know, Jordan. Strip?”

“Get off. Masturbate.”

I froze. All the oxygen in my lungs disappeared, and I choked on my own breath. “What did you say?”

“You heard me.”

Was it me or was her voice thicker than normal? My hand immediately went to my cock, and I was fucking huge. “Jordan…”

“Do you need any stimulation? Does this feel good, or do you need me to disappear in the bathroom for a little?”

“Stay.”

She ran her fingers over my pecs and up my neck. “It doesn’t have to mean anything, you know. We’re best friends, Preston. We help each other out when we need it, and if you need to get off to sleep, then that’s what we’re gonna do.”

“Fuck, Jordan,” I moaned, stroking myself to the point my eyes about rolled into my head. “I’m too dry.”

She leaned over me and spat on my hand, but the movement caused her tit to press against my face. It was so fucking heavy and full. “Put your tits on my face.”

She chuckled. “You like them, don’t you?”

“Of course I fucking do.” I fisted my cock, wet from her spit, as Jordan lifted her shirt and set her huge tits on my face. It was heaven. Her skin was so warm and soft and her tits so fucking heavy. “Mm, goddamn it.”

“What else do you need, Preston?” She jiggled her breasts so they hit either side of my face. “Do you want to taste them?”

“ Uhhhh. ” I released the least sexy sound to man as Jordan shifted her tit so her nipple landed in my mouth. I sucked one hard, and she mewed. I want to keep that sound.

“Your mouth is so hot right now. I love it.”

I couldn’t respond. My balls tightened, and I continued sucking her perfect nipple, nibbling the end of it as my thighs clenched. I came hard. Pleasure exploded in me, shooting to every limb with the force of a tornado. It kept going—the longest orgasm I’d ever experienced.

Sweat pooled on my chest and between my legs as I lay there, trying to settle my breath. I caught most of my release in my hand, but I didn’t want to make a mess. One more second... two more…

“Do you feel better?” Jordan asked, her voice heavy and farther away.

“Loads.”

“Speaking of loads…”

I laughed and pushed off the bed. “I’ll be right back.”

Cleaning up in the bathroom, I took a second to settle myself. This changed things, for sure. How… I had no idea because Jordan was the least predictable person I knew. But after coming, I was finally relaxed and yawned. This was a tomorrow thing to worry about, not right now.

I got back into bed, my muscles completely goo as I yawned again. “Thank you, Jordan.”

“You already seemed more relaxed.” She sounded pleased. “Good, sleep well.”

I woke up the most rested I’d felt in months.

Since my parents announced the divorce and the season started, I usually tossed and turned most nights.

This was glorious. My muscles didn’t ache, and I didn’t have the usual sense of worry that plagued me first thing.

Stretching, I yawned as my arms ran into something.

Jordan.

Flashes of last night came at me rapid-fire.

The pool. Her tits. The hallway. The room.

Tasting her tits. Heat spread to my gut as I rolled over to stare at her.

Her hair went in every direction, the dark contrast of her black hair and white pillowcase making me smile.

Her shirt rose, exposing her entire lower back, and her little shorts crept up so every curve of her ass was on display.

I never imagined waking beside her. Especially, not after she knew the sounds I made when I orgasmed.

Last night had been insane in a lot of ways, and we had to talk about it.

Eyeing the clock, it was eight am, and Coach didn’t want us there until eleven.

Most of the guys would do a light workout or enjoy a lazy morning. I had three hours.

I ran my hand over her head, down her back, and gently shook her. “Jordan, hey.”

“Uh.” She groaned into the pillow and rolled the other way. “No.”

So difficult, so cute. “Yes, sleepyhead. You gotta get up.”

“Why?”

“Because we need to talk.”

“That is the worst reason to get up. Why talk when we can sleep?” There was a scruff to her voice, the usual deep tone all sleepy and scratchy.

I nudged her back again. “I just slept eight hours straight, Jordan, I don’t need more.”

“Speak for yourself. ”

“Wait.” I rolled her over to face me, her admission causing my chest to tighten. “Why didn’t you sleep well?”

“Doesn’t matter,” she mumbled, keeping her eyes closed. “Give me like ten more minutes.”

“It does matter.”

“Last night was about you, Preston.” She kept her eyes closed, but she sighed, almost like she was annoyed at me. “I came up here to support you, and I’m so glad you slept. Now, shh.”

Last night was about you.

My peanut brain took a second to latch onto those words. Did she mean…fuck. I didn’t even offer to return the favor last night. I was exhausted and wasn’t sure that was even on the table, but now after the moment passed, my decision seemed so selfish. My stomach twisted as I stared at her face.

“Jordan?” I ran a finger over her cheek, then her lips, then her neck. Her skin was so smooth and soft. One part of my mind told me I was a complete dumbass for missing a chance with her last night, but the other said it wasn’t too late. I needed to find the nerve to finish my question.

“Hm?” She leaned closer to me, one side of her lips curving up.

“Do you—are you—shit.” I winced at how unsexy this was.

Jordan took charge all the time, took life by the balls.

She wouldn’t enjoy an unsure partner. I took a breath then ran my finger lower, swirling over her breast until her nipple pebbled under the fabric.

I pinched it. “This morning is going to be about you. ”

Her eyes flew up, intrigue and heat behind her expression. “Should we talk about this?”

“What is there to talk about?” I licked my lips as I continued playing with her breasts over her shirt. I knew what they looked like and how they felt on my face. It was bright now, no dark of the night to hide behind. “I owe you an orgasm.”

Her eyes flared as she sucked in a breath. “I was worked up last night.”

“Is that why you couldn’t sleep? Did you need relief?”

She swallowed hard, her chest moving faster. Her lips parted, and her nostrils flared as she said, “Yes.”

“Mm, there are so many choices here.” I slid my hand under her shirt, teasing the full undersides of her breasts.

A part of my brain was in overdrive, freaking the fuck out that this was Jordan Vanderfleet.

My best friend. She panted from my hand touching her skin.

That part wanted to know exactly how she came, the sounds she made.

The other half though was terrified of what this meant.

This complicated the fuck out of things.

“If you were alone in this hotel room, what would you do right now?”