Font Size
Line Height

Page 16 of Call the Shots (For The Arena #1)

BEAR

BUZZSAW

I couldn’t see what was so goddamn fascinating about King.

The guy was the most boring person I’d ever met.

June tugged him around the Colo for hours while they worked together and he didn’t say one damn thing .

Nothing beyond ‘mm-hmm’ and ‘hmph.’ June had to keep it to yes and no questions to squeeze answers out of him and she never let up, with that big smile on her face.

What was the big appeal?

When Miles called it a day, everyone was exhausted. I was too. Exhausted from training, exhausted from cleaning, but as tired as I was, questions jumped around my head like a whack-a-mole game.

What the hell did June ever see in King?

I couldn’t hold it in any longer when I pushed open our door. “So you and King are back together?”

“Uh…no?” She shot me a weird look before grabbing one of her weight-loss shakes from the fridge.

June blowing me off confused me even more. It wasn’t a weird question. They were so damn close in the Colo.

King was about my height but way bulkier than me, with deep scars and tattoos. Then there was Xavier, a blond, clean-cut guy meant for a magazine cover. They couldn’t be more opposite. What was the defining characteristic that June gravitated towards?

I popped in the bathroom and checked the mirror, sweeping a hand through my hair. I didn’t look like either of them.

My nose was a little crooked from the hockey fights and my eyes were shaped weird, like I was frowning even if I wasn’t.

When I was younger, I used to practice my smile, trying to soften it.

That didn’t work. It was something I had to get used to, I’d always look like this. Pissed off. Ready for a brawl.

“What am I doing?” I muttered, retreating to my bedroom.

There were a few hours left until my gaming session with my cousins but until then…

nothing. I picked up the Boston Bulldogs hat from my nightstand and laid on the bed, folding the visor inside.

With each toss in the air, another question popped up.

What does June see in those dudes?

What does June swipe right on?

Would she have swiped right on me if she didn’t know who I was?

I checked my matches, looking for somebody, anybody, to get over the questions suffocating me, but my irritation grew.

Jalna

saw the videos…WOW

Blocked.

Shannon

IS THIS YOU???

Blocked.

Danika

Ur like a celebrity in my groupchat lol

I threw the hat up, and it smacked my face. Fucking fantastic, exactly what I needed?—

A faint buzzing stopped my wallowing.

The pain was all but forgotten and I pushed up in bed.

Holy shit.

Is that a vibrator?

Either June had a sex toy, or she was doing some dorm construction without clearing it with her roommate. My interest piqued. I whipped out my phone and called her.

They must’ve built the walls with styrofoam, I could clearly hear her phone ringing.

One ring…two rings…three…

The call went through.

“Hey.” I grinned. “I have a question.”

“What?”

My muscles stiffened. I’d been expecting a snarling, angry June, but the single word was breathless, a whisper between her lips.

I was right. June was touching herself, only two walls away from me.

A slow fire burned through my veins.

I cleared my throat. “What are we doing Friday again?”

“The rage room?” June asked, irritation creeping in. “Bear, I’m in the middle of something.”

Yeah, you are. My mind wandered, thinking of the blonde on her bed, touching herself with her vibrator. Maybe just rubbing, letting her hips do the work. Or sinking the toy inside, inch by tight inch. My cock hardened and I adjusted my shorts.

“Why are we going?”

“To foster community?—”

“Spending money we don’t have on shit we don’t need?”

“I know the owner’s daughter, she owes me a favor—Bear. What do you want? ”

I ran my tongue along the back of my teeth. “Is that a buzzsaw I heard or are you just excited to have me as a roommate?”

June fell silent. I could hear the embarrassed catch in her breath.

“You must have the energizer bunny,” I added. “Can’t think of what else that’d be.”

“You’re a fucking dick and I hate you,” she snapped.

The call ended.

A laugh burst out of me. That was hilarious, June in her cute, sweet voice— oh, Bear, I hate you!

But the more I gazed at the ceiling, the more I realized my boner wasn’t going away.

Now that I confronted her, it was quiet in the dorm.

There was no way she’d turn the vibrator on and risk another call.

Fuck.

“I’m an idiot,” I muttered.

A baker offered me a slice of cake, and I laughed at the presentation. So, I lost the slice. How dumb could I be?

Was I really considering that? Stroking my dick, thinking about June?

My brother’s crazy ex hookup, who very clearly told me she hated me.

Yeah…I was thinking about it. It was the first time in a long time I’d been excited to talk to a girl.

It wasn’t like I’d stoop low enough to fuck June, it was hot because of the taboo feeling of it.

Brother’s ex. Hookup straight from hell.

Though I was a little curious about the rumors of crazy pussy being the best pussy.

My ND teammates were convinced. If a girl drop-kicked your laptop when you didn’t text her back fast enough, monitored your social media, and freaked out over jealous shit, the pussy was immaculate.

I left the bedroom, making sure my footsteps were heavy. I could picture June lying on her bed, glancing over with a sweep of that honey-blonde hair. Vibrator in hand. Maybe her fingers were between her legs, softly caressing for the sensation, not even to get off yet.

Ugh, the boner.

“Have fun!” I shouted, loud enough for the neighbors to hear. I opened the door and closed it, not slamming but pretty close, showing I wasn’t coming back any time soon.

Painstakingly slow, I returned to my bedroom, pressing on the door until I could slip inside. Would this work? I had no idea. With my bedroom door slightly open, I laid back down, holding my breath. Counting the swirls in the ceiling, wondering if?—

The buzzsaw started.

Fuck yeah.

I closed my eyes and listened, the vibrator dipping in and out. Was she fucking herself with it? I wanted to know. No, I wanted to watch.

Fuck her with it myself.

I released a breath between clenched teeth and took my cock in my hand.

I knew how the two of us would have sex.

Hard hate fucking. She’d snap at me, maybe bite me, digging her nails into my back, but that’d just make the challenge more fun.

Pinning her down. Fucking her senseless until she was sweet to me, like she was with everybody else.

Get her begging for my cock. Begging for me .

A strangled cry came from her room, and I jerked over, pumping my cock. I shoved my fist in my mouth, biting down on my knuckles to keep silent while I came thick ropes of cum— shit, shit, shit .

I didn’t mean for that to happen.

I stared at the puddle of cum, still dripping off my hand. My body hummed with the orgasm, finally satisfied.

I tried sex before I left North Dakota but nothing worked, the anxiety from the Paisley experience still lingered.

With June, it didn’t.

Not even close.

Ad If ads affect your reading experience, click here to remove ads on this page.