Page 92 of Daring the Hockey Player

TWENTY-THREE

AMBER

"I toldyou he'd get jealous easily," Charlotte chirps, and I elbow her to shut up and grab a throw pillow, covering her face with it.

I'm not trying to murder my best friend, just shut her the hell up before she ruins the flirtatious vibes between Jasper and me.

"Is that Charlotte?" Jasper asks, and I swear I can hear the relief flow right through him.

"It is," I say, "and she was just leaving."

"Am not!" Charlotte pipes up. I'm not on speakerphone, but Jasper is loud on the phone, and with the sound of the fan and shower in the background, I have the volume turned all the way up to hear him clearly. "Girls' night. We're having a sleepover. Imagine it, Jasper. Naked pillow fights!"

He growls, and this time, it's unmistakable. It's not out of anger or jealousy. He's turned on. I smile, hearing his sound, and imagine his hands stroking his shaft.

"Go in your bedroom. Lock your door," Jasper orders.

I wave to Charlotte as I hop off the sofa and hurry to my bedroom.

"You're ditching me for a boy?" Charlotte calls after me. Like she hasn't done that to me countless times at parties or the bar.

"Payback is a bitch." I grin and give her a salute before slamming the bedroom door closed. Except, I didn't go into my bedroom.

I went straight for Jasper’s and shut the door.

"Undress," Jasper commands with authority, and I lock the bedroom door and shimmy out of my sweatpants and panties.

"Yes, boss," I tease and put the phone down for only a second while I take off my T-shirt. "I'm naked."

His voice is thick and heavy, fueled with desire. "I want to see," Jasper whispers.

"I'm not taking a photo." I don't trust that it won't end up on the internet.

"Video chat with me."

"Seriously?" I ask, and he sends a video request.

I sigh and point the camera so that he can't see any of me naked from the video. I'm neck up and fumbling backward toward his bed.

"Is that my bedroom?" Jasper asks as I lie down on the mattress, scooting back toward the head of the bed.

"I didn't notice," I answer cheekily. "Is it?"

"You're going to kill me," he says, shaking his head with a wry smile. One hand is holding the phone, and I'm pretty sure his other hand is stroking his shaft, or at least teasing his cock.

He looks damn fine with no shirt on and gives me an ample view of his face and chest. "Point the camera lower," I say, and he chuckles.

"You want to see my cock?" He tilts his head, staring into the phone as if he were looking straight into my soul.

It's not like I haven't seen his cock before. My tongue and mouth were wrapped around him yesterday after the campus party. But it feels like a lifetime ago, and it'll be days before we're physically near each other.

"I do," I say, and my mouth is dry. I run my tongue over my lips, and he smiles, raising an eyebrow.

"Damn, that's hot when you do that tongue thing."

I'm pretty sure I'm blushing, and I scrunch my nose, trying desperately not to freak out or have a panic attack over the fact I'm having phone sex with Jasper. When I get stuck in my head, I tend to freak out.

"Are you going to let me see you,babe, or are you just enjoying the show that I'm giving you?" he asks.