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Chapter 14

I had no game

Braydon

I hoped Jayna wasn’t pissed at me, but I couldn’t help it. She’d warned me that her parents weren’t supportive, but this was way beyond that. The anger I’d felt about my mom and dad keeping my sperm donor secret had been fading, but now? Totally gone. My parents always had my back.

We made it outside the restaurant without a pause before my brain settled down. “Wait!”

Jayna turned, eyes narrowed.

“Should we have paid for the meal?”

“My dad can cover it.”

I nodded. “Totally agree he was a dick and deserves to do that, but is he the kind of dick that won’t leave a tip because he’s pissed off? He is, right?”

Her shoulders slumped. “Yeah.”

I held out my keys. “Why don’t you go wait in the truck and I’ll make sure the waiter has his tip.”

Fortunately I didn’t meet her parents heading out while I left the tip with the hostess. I found Jayna in the truck with the motor running, so I opened the driver’s side door and got in.

“Mission accomplish?—”

She leaned over and grabbed my face, bringing me down into a kiss. Same as at the party, it was hot from the start. She started to pull back, and I leaned into her, putting my hand on the back of her head to keep her close. Not forcing her, just letting her know I was into this. No idea why she kissed me with no one around to see us, but I wasn’t questioning my good fortune. Her lips were soft and warm and ignited a hunger in me. She opened and I slipped my tongue into her mouth, sampling the intoxicating taste of Jayna.

Her hands moved into my hair, and the tug notched the fire in me up further. She angled her head and explored my mouth in turn. I tried to slip my free hand around her waist to bring her closer, but my elbow hit the horn and the sudden noise made her jerk back.

I drew in a shaky breath.

Jayna settled in her seat and shook her head. “I only meant to thank you.”

Disappointment stabbed me. I’d hoped— Well, I had no reason to hope. We weren’t really a couple. Oh, god. Had I overstepped? “Sorry— I shouldn’t have?—”

She reached out, pressing against my lips with her hand. “I was totally on board with what was happening there.” She closed her eyes. “I have a proposal for you.”

I nodded, her fingers still on my mouth. I wanted to suck them in, taste them, but that would be too much, right?

She opened her eyes again and pulled her hand away. “I would really like to forget that whole…thing back there. And the way you stood up for me— Maybe I’m weird, but that was hot. And while we’re doing this dating thing for the club, we can’t hook up with anyone, and?—”

“Yes.” If she meant what I thought she did.

She narrowed her eyes. “Yes to what?”

“Um…more of what we were doing?”

“How much more?”

“As much as you want.” I sounded eager, like I had no game, but this woman I was getting more and more attracted to had offered something sex-related and I was totally in.

She bit her lip, staring past me. She was rethinking this, wasn’t she? I’d responded like a horny sixteen-year-old, and now she was figuring out how to let me down.

“My place, okay? Megan and Faith are away at a thing in Ottawa tonight.”

The relief made my muscles weak. I tried to act like an adult and said, “Yeah, that should be good. Um, we’re not telling anyone?”

She turned her gaze to mine again. “I don’t know. I mean, the team wants us to promote this romance, but they don’t expect us to actually, you know…shit. Maybe this is a bad idea.”

I reached my hand across the console. “How about, for tonight, we leave that out of it. For tonight, we’re just two people. You want to forget something, and I’d love to help you do that.”

She stared at my hand, and, after an eternity, put hers in it. “Okay, I’m not going to overthink it. Let’s go.”

Was she feeling this chemistry too? The way our kisses got my pulse going, arousing me just making out? Maybe not. She was logical, while I just wanted to have more of her. She was only agreeing to tonight.

She put her address in my truck’s GPS, and I checked for traffic before pulling out. I might regret getting closer to her, knowing her this intimately, but I was doing it anyway.

Hockey players weren’t known for being smart.

* * *

Jayna and Megan lived in a high-rise in the north part of the city, not far from the arena where the Bonfire played. She gave me her pass so I could park in Megan’s spot in their underground parking. We didn’t speak or look at each other as we rode the elevator up.

My leg was vibrating, and I forced it to stop. This wasn’t my first hookup. There was no reason to be nervous.

We got off, and I followed Jayna to her door. She slid the key in the lock and led me in, switching on lights as we moved into the living room. I noticed a smaller but nicer couch than we had and some decorative shit that made the place look more like a home than a college fraternity. But Jayna was still moving, and I kept close as she opened a door that led to a bedroom.

She flicked on a bedside lamp. Queen-sized bed, covered in shades of yellow. On the walls there were frames, not around pictures but… I crossed to the one in the center. I lifted a finger, traced the shape in the air in front of the glass. “Is that…?”

“Yep. That’s the gold.”

An Olympic medal. The frame included a photo of Jayna, hair longer and sticking to her flushed face, smile bigger than I’d ever seen. The medal was around her neck, and her arms were around two of her teammates, also wearing their gold medals. Faith and Megan.

“What was it like?”

Jayna moved to stand beside me. “There are no words. I’ve watched the Olympics all my life, you know? When I was a kid I was sure I’d win the Stanley Cup and an Olympic medal. When I got older I knew the Cup wasn’t happening, but this… I did it.” Her voice was proud, satisfaction bleeding through. So different than she was around her parents.

“Yeah, you did.”

She’d told me Faith would only have that one moment in the NHL. And Jayna, and all the other women who played hockey, would just have this moment on Olympic ice.

I’d been such an asshole.

Jayna crossed the room and I turned my eyes away from the other medals and photos on the wall. She pulled out a chair. “You want to keep that suit nice? You can use this.”

Right . We were here for more than admiring her medals. My dick perked up, looking forward to more of what we’d started in the car. I shrugged off my jacket and took the two steps to reach the chair.

The kiss in the car felt like a long time ago. I draped the jacket across the back of the chair, wondering when that passion might come back. Asking about her medal hadn’t kept the mood going.

“Want some help?” Jayna ran a hand down my arm. She’d pulled off her sweater and stood in her pants and a bra.

My mouth ran dry and I nodded, eyes on her boobs filling a lacy sheer black bra. Damn, not what I’d have expected to find. Gorgeous and so sexy.

My blood was heating again, flowing to my dick. Jayna’s fingers worked the top button of my shirt, her chest rising and pressing those tits against the lace. I lifted my hand, traced a finger over the edge. She shivered.

The mood was definitely back. She released the last button and ran her hands up my chest. I shuddered. She shoved the shirt off my shoulders. I let it slide off, landing on the floor.

“Should I hang that up?” she murmured.

“Fuck the shirt.” I placed my hands around her waist and pulled her close.

“I’d rather fuck you.”

“Happily. Anything I should know about your knee?”

“I’ll keep the wrap on. Otherwise, we’re good to go.”

Then she pushed up and wound her arms around my neck, touching her lips to mine. The kiss went fast to hot and messy. She let out breathy little moans as I pressed her pussy against my thigh, hands moving to her ass. Her fingers tugged on my hair, and I needed her closer, with a lot less clothes.

I lifted her by her ass and dropped her on the bed. Tits bounced as she landed, eyes wide and a smile on her swollen lips. I unbuckled my belt and unzipped, letting my pants drop to the floor, uncaring where they landed. She watched, finger tracing the edge of the bra where I had, and my dick pressed harder against my underwear.

“Can I take your clothes off?”

She hesitated for a moment, and then nodded. Was she self-conscious?

I leaned over, hand braced on the bed, pressing a kiss to her belly. She might not be playing hockey now, but her abs were firm under my mouth. I opened the clasp on her pants, tugging the zipper down, tasting the exposed skin.

There was more of that black lace, and I wanted to see. I tugged on the waistband of her pants. She lifted her hips so I could slide them off.

“Throw them anywhere.”

I tossed them behind me, hearing the soft thud as they hit, but I didn’t look. I was staring at the mostly sheer black lace covering her pussy.

Her legs were muscled, the right knee wrapped. The right leg wasn’t as fit as the left, but there was no doubt Jayna worked out, more than other women I’d been with. Turns out, it was a real turn-on. I skimmed my fingers over her legs, my calluses catching on the wrap around her knee. When I looked up, there was a frown on her brow. If she had issues with her body, or her knee, I wanted them gone. “Can I see if the rest of you is just as gorgeous?”

The frown disappeared and her hands moved to the clasp at the front of her bra. One squeeze of her fingers and her tits spilled out.

I should have asked, but I couldn’t resist leaning down and flicking my tongue over her nipple. I gave a gentle suck and her hands gripped my hair, not to pull me away but to keep me close. No problem.

I brought one hand up to tease the other breast while I lavished attention on this one. Jayna twisted beneath me, more of the breathy moans escaping. Fuck, I loved those sounds.

I moved to her other nipple and she slid a hand down my body, over my ribs, heading to my dick. I lifted my head. “Are we in a hurry?”

She blinked. “Are we?”

“I hope not. I want to take my time.”