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CHAPTER 2

Tristan

“ F uck ,” I yell, pushing the busty brunette from my lap as I scramble for my sweatpants on the floor. The brunette who was riding me screeches, whether from embarrassment or because I just shoved her off my dick, I have no idea.

“I’m so sorry,” I splutter, my apologetic eyes lifting to find a gorgeous blonde staring at the floor like it’s the most interesting thing in the world. Her cheeks are scarlet as she bites her lip. Goddamn, she’s stunning.

Tearing the condom from my dick, I yank my sweatpants over my hips. “You must be Josh’s stepsister, Jordyn.” Running my non-condom-holding hand through my hair, I choke out words that sound like an accusation, although that’s not my intention. “You’re early.”

“Mmm hmm.” She crosses her arms over her chest, daring to peek at me beneath long black lashes. “Sorry about interrupting.” She gestures between me and the brunette, who I’d forgotten about.

I open my mouth to reply, but the brunette appears at my side, her arms crossed over her naked chest. Her bottom lip juts out in a pout as she stares at me, her expression pinched. “Aren’t we going to finish?”

I gape at her like she’s lost her damn mind. What the fuck? Did she seriously ask me that?

Releasing a sigh of impatience, I run my hand through my hair again . Why the hell did I listen to Josh when he told me to fuck the pain away?

The brunette sighs heavily. “We could go upstairs to your?—”

“ No. Hell no.” The thought of her being in my bedroom is horrifying. That’s my space, and there’s no way I’m letting her in there.

She glares at me before opening her mouth, but I cut her off before she can speak.

“Get dressed,” I snap, my eyes raking over her naked body. “It’s time for you to leave.”

“What?” she screeches like a bat, her eyes wide. “You’re kicking me out.”

I glare at her before turning my attention to the blonde frozen in the doorway, her eyes darting between me and the brunette. I need to do some serious damage control.

The problem is my brain isn’t functioning the way it should be. Lack of sleep from the nightmares that plague me causes it to short circuit as I blankly stare at her shocked face. Or maybe the fact that she’s so beautifully innocent has me tongue-tied.

While I stand there, mutely staring at her, she shifts her weight uncomfortably, biting her lip and fidgeting with the hem of her shirt like she’d rather be elsewhere. I can’t say I blame her. I’ve never walked in on two strangers fucking on the couch.

“I’ve forgotten my manners in the…umm… chaos. I’m Tristan Harrington.” Stepping closer to her, I hold out my hand, marveling at the golden-haired goddess in front of me. She’ s far classier than the brunette angrily dressing behind me, muttered curses and huffs coming from her lips. I ignore her, mesmerized by the wide-eyed beauty in front of me, my heart sinking as she stares at me, blinking in disbelief.

Can things get any fucking worse?

Her gaze drops to my outstretched hand, and a giggle escapes her lips before she slaps a hand over her mouth. I look down at my outstretched hand, horrified by what I see. Oh, hell. That’s the hand with the condom in it.

Fuck, I’m an idiot.

The blonde laughs harder, no longer bothering to hide it. I’m baffled, which is so unlike me.

Shoving the condom in the pocket of my sweatpants, I duck my head, peeking up at her. “Sorry about that. I forgot I was still holding it.”

“I think I’ll pass on the handshake.” She flashes me a reassuring smile. “I’m Jordyn Reese. Nice to meet you, Tristan.” Her musical voice swirls around me, captivating me in her spell. My heart pounds so fast that my limbs are weak.

“I don’t blame you. I’m not in the habit of shaking hands with anyone holding a used condom. Maybe if it’s unused and still in the wrapper…” I shrug one shoulder, a teasing smile on my face.

“Eww. Not even then.” She glances over my shoulder at the brunette behind me, her smile faltering. I’d been so lost in the golden-haired goddess laughing at me that I’d forgotten about her.

I want her attention back on me in the worst way. “I’ve been tryin’ to quit. It’s a hard habit to break.”

Her gaze moves back to my face, and a laugh bursts from her lips. “Good luck with that. I’ll be sure to avoid shaking hands with anyone holding a condom so I don’t become an addict.” She pushes a lock of hair away from her face, and my eyes follow her movements like a stalker watching their obsession.

“Good idea.” I wink at her, feeling more relaxed and in control than I have in weeks. I suck in a deep breath and hold it before exhaling, marveling at the sensation. I can breathe again. It feels so fucking glorious not to have a bolder crushing my chest, preventing my lungs from expanding with air.

I can’t resist checking her out. She looks put together but not overdone in the red, sleeveless top and dark blue skinny jeans that hug every delectable curve. I grin at the Converse sneakers on her feet before my eyes trail back up her body, locking with her slightly dazed aqua eyes. The tension crackles in the air between us. I’ve never experienced anything like this before.

Fuck, what would it be like to touch her?

She shifts her weight, unease in her rigid posture, and I scramble to find the words to make her relax again. “Can I help you with your luggage so you can get settled in your room?”

Jordyn’s lip sinks into her teeth as her eyes move to something beside me. Unease travels through me as I take in the furious brunette beside me. Her long red talons dig into my skin as she curls her hand around my arm. Her expression transforms into sultry desire as she bats her lashes at me. “You don’t want me to go, Tristan. Why don’t we go upstairs and finish what we started?”

I lift a brow, not impressed with the show she’s putting on. I’ve seen her type in the two years I’ve played hockey at Weston Heights. She’s the devil, masquerading as a sultry angel. Once she gets her hooks in you, she’ll bleed you dry.

My brows draw together from annoyance as I shrug away from her touch. “I need to help Jordyn unload her vehicle. Her stepbrother isn’t here, and?—”

“Oh, that’s okay,” Jordyn interrupts, her cheeks pink as our attention shifts to her. Shifting her weight nervously from foot to foot, she shrugs. “I’ll wait until Josh arrives.”

Wrong answer, kitten. I’m helping you.

My gaze narrows on hers, causing her to fidget with the ends of her golden locks. “I don’t mind at all. Let’s get your things.”

“Oh, I really don’t wanna interrupt…” Big aqua eyes shoot over to the brunette pouting at my side.

“See. She can wait.” The brunette’s whining voice is like nails dragging down a chalkboard.

What the hell is her name again? Her name is lost in the endless sea of puck bunnies trying to get my attention. I’ve ignored her until today when she caught me at my lowest point.

“I don’t mean to be a bother.” The way Jordyn’s voice shakes, her eyes dropping to the floor, pisses me off. I narrow my eyes, studying her closer. When her gaze lifts, she twirls a lock of hair around her finger, an envious look on her face as her eyes trail over the brunette.

No fucking way. Does she believe this tramp is superior to her? I’ve known the brunette long enough to get a blowjob and for her to start riding my dick. I’ve known Jordyn for a much shorter span of time, but I’m certain of one thing—there’s no comparison. Jordyn has more class in her pinkie than the puck bunny has in her entire body.

“You’re not a bother.” I hurriedly reassure her before the brunette can open her big trap again and ruin everything. “I’m sure Julie won’t?—”

“My name’s not Julie,” the brunette snaps, venom in her tone.

Oops. I wrack my brain, trying to think of what her name is. Jessica? Jennifer? Jenna? I gulp, running a hand through my hair, panicking that this was happening in front of Jordyn. She probably thinks I bang anyone who has a pussy. Shit, this is terrible.

“Sorry, Jessica?” I cringe, shooting in the dark and hoping to score a goal. But from the look on her face, I didn’t even make it to the net.

She’s fuming so badly, I’m surprised smoke isn’t rolling from her ears. “My name is not Jessica. It’s Janelle,” she hisses through clenched teeth. “Un-fucking-believable.”

From the corner of my eye, I see Jordyn turn away, shoulders shaking from laughter. Is she laughing because she thinks I’m such a man whore I have no idea who I’m fucking?

Janelle shakes her head, then jabs her finger into my chest. “I did this as a favor to Josh, and you don’t even know my damn?—”

“Wait a fucking minute. What do you mean by ‘a favor to Josh?’ What the hell did he ask you to do?”

She dismissively waves her hand. “Seriously? You’re worried about that? You should be crawling on your knees, begging for my forgiveness for not knowing my name after I gave you amazing head.”

Anger flares inside my chest, spreading outward like unrestrained embers from a fire. “Crawling on my knees? The way you sucked my dick wasn’t that great. Certainly not enough to make me get on my knees, let alone beg you for anything.” Folding my arms over my chest, I glare at her.

She huffs, her face turning red. But I’m not finished with her yet. “Now tell me. What. Favor. Did. You. Do. For. Josh?”

“Um, I’m gonna go get my luggage.” Jordyn’s quiet voice cuts through the fog of rage that’s descended over me. I spin around, opening my mouth to tell her I’m coming with her, but she’s already out the door.

“Oh, you didn’t know?” Janelle’s smug voice grates on every one of my nerves. “He asked me to come over here and fuck you. Said a piece of ass would ease your depression. ”

My hands curl into fists as the room turns red. I want to punch the damn wall so hard my fist comes out the other side, but I refrain, knowing it’ll only worsen Jordyn’s impression of me.

I’m gonna fucking kill him. My gaze moves to the closed door, and I sigh. Rubbing my forehead, I’ve lost all patience with this shitty morning. What a disastrous first impression I’ve made on Jordyn. To make matters worse, my roommate conspired with a puck bunny behind my back.

“Don’t worry, Tristan. I would’ve done it even if Josh hadn’t made a bet with me.”

“Made a bet?” My mouth drops open as I stare at her, a sick sensation spiraling in my stomach. “What the fuck did you bet on?”

Her smile is arrogant as she examines her nails, playing it cool. “Oh, you know. He bet that I couldn’t even get you naked while I wagered I’d have your dick inside my pussy.” Evil eyes lift, glittering with satisfaction. “Guess I won.”

My breathing accelerates like I’ve just run a marathon. Although Josh is nowhere near as close to me as Alex Graves, who’s like a brother to me, he’s been my teammate and roommate for two years.

Son of a bitch. Josh is dead!