Page 23 of Call the Shots (For The Arena #1)

BEAR

TWENTY HOURS SINCE SEX

Afternoon practice was supposed to be laps on the ice, not watching June and Montoya head upstairs for their lunch break. She literally said nothing about the sex that left me sensitive to fabric.

Nothing.

A hand smacked the back of my head, and I jerked over. “ What? ”

“That’s your seventh puck,” Denali chuckled. “Get back to Earth.”

I left him for the bench and started removing my skates. “I need thirty. Don’t wait for me, I’ll meet you in the gym.”

“Where are you going?”

“I need to talk to June.”

Denali exhaled through his nose. “Can you lay off her?”

I paused at his choice of words and shook my head.

The guys continued drills while I made my way up the stairs, anticipation biting at my heels.

June and I had to talk. We couldn’t not talk about this.

I shoved open the door to see a room overlooking the arena.

It must’ve been where the announcers hung out.

June and Montoya sat on office chairs, eating lunch.

Montoya lit up when he saw me. “Bear!”

June frowned. “We’re busy.”

“Montoya.” I thumbed towards the stairs. “Out. Now.”

“Okay,” he said easily.

“Hold on, Bear doesn’t give you orders.” June motioned her fork towards me. “We’re having lunch. You’re not invited.”

Montoya shrugged. “I can go?—”

“Yeah, you’re going,” I said.

“Montoya won’t let anyone tell him what to do, which is why he’s staying here. ”

Our argument escalated while Montoya’s eyes flickered between us, awkwardly hovering over the chair until I thundered, “Montoya, who are you more scared of? ”

“Uh…it’s actually not that far-off.” He inched away. “Sorry, June, I think you’d forgive me…I don’t think Bear would…”

With that, the door closed behind him.

June stabbed her salad. “Why are you ruining my lunch break?”

“What the fuck was that?”

“You, kicking Montoya out like an asshole? It’s self-explanatory.”

“No. Us. Having sex.”

“Can you call it sex if you lasted forty seconds?”

I ignored the sweep of embarrassment. “You cheated.”

“Uh, no, I won. Now you’re going to be my live-in maid.”

“You didn’t set the parameters for the bet, I didn’t know I couldn’t touch you. I didn’t know I’d get muzzled. And you—you—” I gestured towards her, frustrated. “You did it to fuck with me.”

“And you got to cum in something other than your sock. You’re welcome.”

“I can eat pussy,” I insisted. “I can fuck great.”

“And cum in forty seconds.”

“You didn’t give me a chance!”

“I riled you up this time, huh?” She set her salad aside, oozing with smug satisfaction. “Thanks for making my day. I’ll let you know when we’ll tell your brother. I’m thinking in public with a lot of breakable stuff around.”

I scoffed. “When is this getting through your head? He doesn’t care about you. If what you said is true—he cheated, right? So he didn’t give a shit about you either way.”

“You can’t hurt me, you’re just mad you couldn’t last a minute.”

I strode over, grabbing the arms of her chair, yanking her to me. “I want a fair match.”

“To beat your record and cum in fifty seconds?”

Blood pounded in my ears. “We’re redoing the bet.”

“Why would I? Watching you spiral like this is way more fun.”

“Fine. This isn’t for the fucking bet.”

I grabbed her by the waist bringing her to the floor, hands locked on her hips, pressing her to me, her heat against my cock, so fucking hard it put an ache in my back. June arched when she felt it, a gasp bursting out of her.

I rocked her hips, letting her feel my full length through my pants. “That’s what you’re missing out on.”

“Already had it,” she panted. “Forty seconds.”

June could try to piss me off, I didn’t care. I was finally on the path to satisfaction. “Fuck, you feel so good,” I muttered.

“Your boner is jutting against me,” she shot back.

“Ah, shit, sorry about that.” I shrugged down my hockey pants until my boxers were the only thing holding back my hard-on, pressing it against her. “Is that better?”

June made an adorable noise at the back of her throat. “Maybe—maybe for you?—”

“You fucking love this.”

“ Please, June, ” she mocked. “ Pleeeease, June ? — ”

“Easy there, killer. You’re the one lying on the floor.”

“I told you not to call me that?—”

“It works so well, doesn’t it? You deserve the Ruthless title, not Elijah.” I peeled off her gray joggers, bringing goosebumps to her skin. “Which is why it’ll be so good when you’re worshipping my cock?—”

“You’ll want a big round of applause after meeting fifty seconds?—”

“I’m eating you out and then fucking you missionary and you’re going to kiss me like?—”

“ No. ”

My eyes flashed to hers and she gazed back, unrelenting. I lifted my hands off her. Waiting. Watching for the go-ahead that I could continue.

“No, you don’t get to kiss me, Bear,” she clarified, pushing up on her elbow. “Ever.”

I touched her again. “You say that now, but?—”

“You’ll be disappointed because I’m not kissing some arrogant dipshit who doesn’t deserve it, ever again .”

I dug my fingers into her soft skin. “You’ll kiss me or I’m cumming on your face.”

“Fine. Do it.”

“You’d rather have me cum on your fucking face than kiss me?”

“Yep. Now, get back to work. You’re doing a lot of talking for a guy who’s supposed to be eating me out right now.”

Fuck, that hurt. It hurt like a deep paper cut, slicing me open, and my body pulsed with the ache.

But it wasn’t enough to stop. Not by a long shot.

The look in her green eyes, daring me on, forced me into action.

I threw away her panties and slid along the floor, pulling her thighs over my shoulders, gazing down at the treasure trove.

I wanted this so fucking badly, I was practically shaking for it. I crushed my mouth to her pussy.

Oh, fuck yes.

June jerked up, but I squeezed her thighs tight, keeping her locked while I devoured her. I was taut, close to snapping. I couldn’t stop. Couldn’t think.

Her muffled cries penetrated the fog. She had her fist to her mouth, stifling her gasps. Fuck no. On the rug had been her thing, this was mine . If I couldn’t kiss her, I wouldn’t miss out on hearing her.

I grabbed her arms, pulling them to me until I gripped her wrists tight.

Her eyes widened. “Bear?—”

Ignoring her, I situated myself between her thighs again, preventing her from moving. June tried to yank her hands away, which was cute, and I went back to eating her out.

“Oh my god —” she choked out.

Now that she couldn’t hide it, her gasps filled the air, and she groaned, swearing under her breath.

“That’s it, baby,” I cooed, my chin wet.

“No pet names—don’t fucking call me baby?—”

“You like that, sweetheart?”

“Fuck you — fuck, fuck, fuck ? — ”

I sucked her clit, her hips bucking against me, even when I stopped. “I’ve got another one,” I murmured. “But first…eyes on me.”

Trembling, June finally gazed down, and I could’ve cum right then. The flush to her face, her blonde hair, wild and out of her ponytail, her eyes too wide. The rapid rise and fall of her chest while she struggled to breathe… Fuck. It was hard not to hump the ground.

For now, I could find satisfaction another way.

“Good girl,” I breathed out.

A flush spread from her neck to her cheeks like wildfire and I groaned into her pussy, eating her out again. I wanted this to last. I wanted it to last forever.

Then, the door opened.

Montoya.

The freshman stared, mouth agape. At us . June, with her pants off, her thighs as my earmuffs, and me, eating her like a starving man. We froze and Montoya’s eyebrows shot to his hairline.

“I—uh—I—” He stumbled backwards, and the door swung on its hinges before something crashed down the stairs.

God-fucking-dammit.

June gasped. “Montoya!”

“That fucking kid,” I muttered.

“He could be hurt! ”

“He’s fine?—”

“Get off of me!”

I rolled away, and June shrugged on her pants before she tore down the stairs.

Swearing under my breath, I stared at the ceiling.

That gangly freshman cockblocked me.

With a sigh, I ran a hand over my face. I was ten minutes from fucking June again, and now I was so hard I limped down the stairs to see Montoya sprawled out and a dozen hockey players surrounding him.

“I’m sorry,” June repeated, kneeling next to him. “Montoya, I’m so sorry?—”

“It’s fine,” he mumbled.

Denali thundered in. “What happened?”

“Fell down the stairs, didn’t mean to?—”

“I scared him and it’ll never, ever happen again.” June threw a dirty look my way. “We’ll take you to the clinic on campus.” She motioned some of the hockey players to help him up and they wheeled him to the curb in an office chair while June left to grab her car.

“We have to call Coach, don’t we?” Buttons fretted. “An injury happened at the arena?—”

“Do you want to listen to Kokomo that badly?” Elijah demanded. “Wake up, Buttons! If one of us was kidnapped, Vernon wouldn’t find out until our first game. You think he gives a shit?”

I ignored them and dropped my voice to Montoya. “Dude.”

He swallowed. “Sorry.”

“You had to cockblock me?”

“I—uh—forgot my phone?—”

“You couldn’t have gone fifteen minutes without your phone? Practiced while you waited? Scratched your ass? You can’t tell me you didn’t hear her.”

His eyes dropped to the ground. “I was afraid June was hurt.”

“Well, she wasn’t.”

“Sorry, Bear.”

“I’m cockblocking you next.”

He gazed into the distance with a sad look on his face, like a puppy abandoned on the side of the road. “Okay.”