Page 20 of Call the Shots (For The Arena #1)

JUNE

NO LOVEY-DOVEY STUFF

I managed to subdue my family’s questions about being tied to the hockey team.

There was an easy way to spin it. It would look great for my dad’s campaign if his daughter was so involved with helping the university’s losers.

Even then, I could tell my mother wasn’t convinced, but this was for my house, right?

Wrong.

My world was only held up with glue sticks and crossed fingers. Halfway through my political science homework, I got the call from Cleo. She spoke in soft, quiet sentences. “So, I went to student affairs and…Xavier put a new motion in order.”

I stared at my planner. “This doesn’t sound good.”

“He claims you’re having mental difficulties and you’re unfit for student housing.”

“Unfit?” I repeated, my voice hollow.

“You’re already locked into RV for the summer, so you’re fine with that, trust me, He can’t kick you out on my watch, but when fall begins…”

“I won’t get my house back, will I?”

Cleo was silent. “No, I don’t think you will.”

My hopes had been diminishing, but this was the end. Goodbye, house. Goodbye, parties. Goodbye, special garden that I loved more than some of my relatives. Shock didn’t settle in, just a grim acceptance.

My house was gone. This wasn’t mourning, it was visiting the grave.

“Do you want to go out for drinks tonight?” she asked gently.

“No, I—I…” I took a deep breath. “Thank you, Cleo. I know you did everything you could.”

With a final goodbye, I floated to the kitchen, pulling out one of my shakes when Bear left his bedroom.

“June.”

“Satan,” I replied.

“I want to talk about something.”

“That must be hard for you, putting that much thought into an activity.”

“Ha.” He grabbed the shake from me when I struggled with the plastic and easily opened it. “You want to sit down?”

“Nope.” I said, taking a sip, mentally out of it and not invested in the conversation. “Tell me the bad news.”

“We should have sex.”

I choked on my shake. “ What? ”

“You and me. Sex. What do you think?”

“I don’t think about you and me having sex. Ever .”

“I have this thing where I can’t fuck.”

“Isn’t that your personality?”

“No, it’s a mental block.” He crossed his arms over his chest, his muscles poking out from his shirt. “I miss sex. I’d fuck anybody at this point, and I think you’re the only one I can do that with so I’ll accept what I can.”

“You know how to make a girl feel special.”

“You’re not a girl I’m trying to serenade, you’re just June.”

“Wow. It’s so hard to remember why I don’t like you.”

“You—”

“Wait!” I snapped my fingers. “I remember why!”

“You don’t have to like somebody to fuck them, I didn’t like my ex, but I fucked her constantly.”

“Guys are weird,” I decided, taking a swig of my shake. “And gross.”

“I’ve seen your profile. I know you want no strings attached. That’s what I’m offering. I learn quick, June. And I eat pussy like a mad dog.”

“You’re disgusting,” I managed.

“I can make you cum. Isn’t that what you care about?”

Yes, that was the only thing I wanted from the apps, someone to get me off. Relationships could kiss my ass, I didn’t want another five years with someone who didn’t give a shit about me again. But…with Bear?

The hockey player was hot, I couldn’t deny that, but it’d take someone torturing me to admit I was attracted to him. Having sex would confirm that sentiment. Which meant a big N-O to Bear’s proposal.

“I know I’m not your usual type,” he said. “I don’t want a threesome. Or fivesome or whatever.”

My eyes flashed to his. “What did you say?”

“Xavier told me what you like.”

“Xavier?”

“Yeah, no judgment, I fucked a lot in North Dakota, but I’m not interested in any of the extreme stuff.”

I tightened my grip around the shake bottle. “ What did he say?”

Bear was uncomfortable while he explained exactly how my darling ex listed everything I was ‘into’ and I couldn’t believe it. Gangbangs? Threesomes? What the hell? Why would Xavier lie to Bear?

My frown deepened, trying to piece it together.

“Xavier doesn’t want you to sleep with me,” I realized. “This would…hurt him.”

“Oh my god, June,” Bear muttered.

The moment I said it, I knew I was right.

Xavier could’ve told Bear the truth. King and I were fake dating, Xavier and I were really dating behind the scenes, it was that simple.

The NDAs were pricey but if Xavier wanted to swear Bear to secrecy, he could’ve.

Instead, he gave some outlandish bullshit to gross Bear out.

Which…didn’t happen.

Bear didn’t care about my supposed past. Xavier miscalculated.

“You think he cares, he doesn’t,” Bear said. “Xavier doesn’t give a shit about you.”

No, I didn’t believe that. This would hurt Xavier. Hurt the guy who took away my house, hurt the guy who cheated. Hurt the guy who had no problem siccing his brother on me.

“I bet I can make you cum in five minutes,” Bear added.

I set down my shake. “You want to fuck?”

Surprise flickered across his face. “Yeah.”

I pushed into my roommate’s space, studying him. There was so much tension between us. A tantalizing buzz, vibrating under my skin. It wouldn’t be a chore to fuck Bear.

Excitement took hold. “Want a bet? Whoever makes the other one cum first, wins.”

“Oh, you’re on. I haven’t been able to cum during sex for so fucking long, this is going to be the easiest?—”

“If I win, you tell Xavier, and I get to watch it happen.”

He laughed. “When I win, you redo my shirt design, make it the coolest out of everyone’s—oh, wait—clean my locker, and scrub it down. You have to wash my gear. What else?” He grinned. “Tell everybody you lost a bet and wear my jersey.”

“When you lose, you’ll do our laundry and dishes, and you’ll wash my car once a week. It’s a bet?”

“It’s a bet,” he whispered, eyes on my lips. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, dipping down. I held up my hand, stopping him.

“Go lie down on the rug.”

His eyes flickered open, confused. “What? In the living room?”

“Do you want sex or not?”

“Yeah, but the rug…?”

I headed to my room. “And put a condom on.”

The weirdest thing was that I wasn’t apprehensive about having sex with Bear.

While I slipped off my leggings and put on a skirt with no panties, I realized what that pulse-racing experience was.

I was excited. Nothing canceled out the begrudging attraction I had for him, and I had the rare opportunity to emotionally kick Bear down a peg.

With a bottle of dark purple lube, I spotted Bear again, and my steps faltered.

He was stretched out on the rug, so tall, he easily matched the couch’s length. Were his hands always that huge? I watched his long fingers as he ripped open the condom wrapper and shrugged down his sweats.

Oh my god.

He had the nickname Big Dick Bear for a reason. It really was that big.

“My eyes are up here.” He smirked.

“Just making sure you put on the condom,” I muttered. That smirk of his wouldn’t last.

Down on my knees, I swung my leg over and straddled him. His thighs were warm against mine, creating instant sparks. Bear touched the nape of my neck and I had to hold back the shiver. Slowly, he pulled me closer.

Making out with Bear couldn’t happen.

I swatted him away. “Take your hands off me.”

“What?”

“No lovey-dovey stuff. No kissing. No pet names.”

“But…I like kissing?”

“And I like my house but I’m not expecting us to teleport there.”

“What does no pet names mean?”

I poured lube into my palm. “No baby, no lover, no sweetheart?—”

“What the hell am I supposed to say during sex?”

“Nothing.”

Bear’s grumpy voice grated my nerves, but it was also sinfully deep. When he rolled out of bed, sometimes I poked him for hockey answers just to listen to it. The more Bear talked, the more I’d get off to it.

Dirty talk was one of my favorite things in bed and I couldn’t let Bear take advantage of that.

“Why aren’t we kissing? What’s the—?” His words stumbled when I wrapped my hand around his cock. “ Shit. ”

As soon as he was lubed up enough, I rested him against me, doing my best to ignore the shot of electricity coursing through my veins. Taking a deep breath, I rocked back. Fuck, he was thick. I eased him in, struggling to remain nonchalant.

“Oh, fuck— ” he hissed, and his hands went to my hips.

“What did I say? Don’t touch me.”

“What the fuck am I supposed to grab on to?” he demanded.

“That’s a you problem.” My toes curled, a shiver running through me. “Figure it out.”

Bear scraped his nails on the rug, panting, while I needed to go as slow as possible to account for how damn big he was. He closed his eyes. “I need to kiss you.”

“You don’t get to.”

“Why the fuck not? ”

I grabbed his jaw and his eyes flashed open. “Why would I want to kiss you, Bear? I told you, I don’t fucking like you.”

His cock throbbed inside me, his Adam’s apple bobbed. “Let me take over.”

“ No. ”

“ Please. ”

“Ask all you want, I don’t care.”

“Fuck, June, this isn’t okay?—”

“You want to stop?”

“ No! ”

“Because we don’t have to do this?—”

“ No. I’ve never been in a pussy like this?—”

I clapped my hands over his mouth. My nerves lit up with every word, which couldn’t happen. Focus on the bet. I rolled my hips and a moan ripped out of him from deep in his chest, which was just as bad as talking.

I was getting off on this too.

Oh no.

I had to think of something, anything . Because with every inch I took, my world spun. If we had real sex, I had no idea who would win.

I needed to play dirty.

Think, June. Think!

What would get Bear off? I gasped when his cock twitched inside me again, before I dipped down, still with my hands on his mouth, still stopping him from speaking.

“You want something warm to fuck and I’m right there, ” I whispered.

He panted hard and I tightened my grip. His hips jerked up, desperate to meet me.

“You want to come back from practice to find me, ready to be bent over. Something tight to cum in. Fuck me on the couch, the kitchen counter, pull down my panties and?—”

“ June —” he croaked, muffled. “June, please ?—”

“Aw, you want to kiss me? You want to cuddle?”

Bear whimpered.

“That’s not what this is,” I continued. “You want something to use. Jerk off on my face, cum on my lips?—”

Bear twisted up, catching me in his arms, yanking me down with him.

His cock was too big, and he wasn’t in all the way, but with each harsh breath he pushed himself for longer and longer strokes that left me reeling.

Every time he eased out, he’d thrust even farther, pressing into places no one had ever been before.

“I’m cumming,” he gasped. “I’m—I’m cumming?—”

Bear had me locked so tight, I couldn’t move. All I could do was feel him frantically fucking me as he finally thrust all the way inside, cumming with shaky breaths and choked curses.

It was such a turn on, I had to calm down or I’d fuck him again because oh my god. Bear lost control. I made him lose control. I slowed my breathing. I couldn’t let him see how much this affected me, I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.

He finally released me and there was a very, very different Bear underneath me. He wasn’t smirking or scoffing, his face was twisted in shock.

Shifting over him, my hair slipped down, brushing his face. Bear swallowed.

“I’ll let you know when I want to tell your brother,” I whispered. “Because you just got fucked.”

Bear said nothing as I slipped off him. I had to steel myself to pretend like I wasn’t limping. One look back and I saw Bear push himself up to a sitting position, still watching me, with a dazed look in his eyes.

The moment my bedroom door closed, I dove for my vibrator.

I’d never needed to cum more. If Bear heard the vibrator—oh, fuck, I didn’t need it. My hand slipped between my legs, and I rubbed my clit, hearing the rasp of his voice, feeling his body responding to mine…

I clapped a hand over my mouth cumming hard. Shudders passed through me as I thumped to the comforter, muffled in the darkness.

I was just as stunned as he was.