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Crew

I t was hard to continuously hide a boner from your roommates, especially when one of your roommates was the reason for the boner.

Sometimes it was when she was walking around in a sports bra and shorts. Other times, it was just literally on sight.

It was like she had some weird control over my fucking dick or something. As if she had a voodoo doll of me and was making it do naughty things.

It had only been a few days since New Year’s Eve, but it felt like it had been way too long. I was like a drug addict, needing my next fix.

But this time, I wasn’t going to make the move. If she initiated something, I’d happily oblige, but until she did, I would suffer with my boners in silence.

The girls were going on some trip to Chicago with Kota’s mom and would be gone for the next few days, which meant I was both cursed and in the clear.

There had never been a single person in the world that made me more infuriated than Dakota Darling did. So, tell me why it was becoming harder to stop thinking about her?

Believe it or not, I’d never had sex in my car before the other night, and goddamn was it hot.

There was also something about sneaking around that made this game all the more fun.

As far as I knew, Lane and Bridget were absolutely clueless. To them, Kota and I were the last people that they’d envision hooking up together.

They didn’t even seem suspicious when we showed up late to the New Year’s party.

Since Lane and I had the place to ourselves for a few days with no hockey because we were still on break, we decided to take the day to plan out our annual snowboarding and skiing trip.

We’d gone to Colorado for a weekend every year for the past five years. At this point, it was tradition. I always called it our “bromance trip,” which Lane would always respond to by telling me to shut the fuck up.

“Alright,” he said with his computer open on his lap. “When are we thinking?”

“We always go right after the season ends.”

“Okay, yes,” he said sharply like that part was obvious, “but if we’re both going to be leaving shortly after the season ends...”

“We’ll have a week or two.”

He sighed, typing dates in. “Alright. Where are we thinking?”

I eyed him like What? “Oh, I don’t know,” I said sarcastically. “Maybe the same place we’ve gone to for the past five years straight?”

Lane’s hands tensed over the keyboard. “I don’t appreciate the sarcasm.”

A shadow of a playful smirk danced across my lips. “Then stop asking dumb questions.”

He let out a small huff before becoming silent, and I wasn’t sure if it was the silence or the sexual frustration inside me that caused my thoughts to linger.

I replayed some of my favorite moments from the other night with Kota, the details stamped into my brain like cattle getting branded.

Her skin was so soft, especially her legs. I was fucking obsessed with her legs. Under me. Over me. Next to me. Walking away from me after the fact.

The way it felt being inside of her too— fuck.

Not to mention the only times I ever saw her perfect poker face unravel were when I was touching her. I think that was the most exhilarating part of it all. She was usually so deadly that it was intoxicating to turn her from deadly to delicate with just my fingertips.

“Ew, man!” Lane screeched, tossing a pillow at me. “Gross! Put that thing away!”

“Hmm?” I snapped out of it, glancing down at my lap.

Boner central.

Ah, geez.

I grabbed the pillow and covered myself.

“What the fuck is wrong with you!” Lane howled.

“Sorry... I was just... thinking...”

“Thinking about what?” he shrieked. “You’re sitting next to me !”

Too embarrassed to look him in the eye, I stood. “I’m gonna, um, go take care of this.” I scurried off to my bedroom and took care of the issue as quickly as possible. When I walked back out to the bedroom, I’d never seen Lane look so appalled in his life.

“You’re disgusting,” he said.

“Sorry,” I muttered awkwardly.

He sighed, changing the subject, probably trying to forget about the trauma I just caused him. “I’m a little worried.”

“Why?”

“Because if we take this trip right after the season ends, we might be cutting it close.”

I blew a heavy breath out my nose, collapsing on the couch. Leave it to Lane to overthink every detail.

“Too bad we can’t just go during break,” I murmured.

Lane peered over at me, looking like those gears in his head were turning at a hasty pace.

“What?” I asked.

Ignoring me, all his focus went back to his laptop. I rolled my eyes, resting my feet on the coffee table as I checked my phone.

A few girls had texted, asking me to hangout, but just like I’d been doing the past few days, I ignored every one.

There was only one person I was currently interested in fucking.

Speaking of which, I somehow ended up on her contact, staring at it like she was about to text me something any second, even though the last message I received from her was over a month ago and it was just a middle finger emoji.

So unfortunately, I knew that she wasn’t about to text a single word or an emoji for that matter. She’d expressed her indefinite hatred for me, and I definitely still didn’t like her either, but the fact that I was kind of wanting her attention was starting to drive me up a wall.

Lane placed his laptop beside him and stood. “Alright.”

“What?”

“Pack your bags,” he said. As my brows scrunched, the corner of his mouth soared upwards. “We leave in the morning.”