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CHAPTER TEN
CORRIGAN
Me
OMGEEEEE!!!!!!
Layken
Well, well, well, I haven’t received a late-night text like this from you in ages. You’re usually asleep by now.
Me
I know. And tomorrow morning is going to come very early but this can’t wait and I kind of want to see your face when I tell you.
Layken
Are you going to tell me you got laid?
Me
Not quite.
Layken
Not quite…okay so you didn’t get laid but you did have a happy ending kind of night?
Me
LIKE YOU WILL NEVER BELIEVE. NOT IN A GAZILLION YEARS.
Layken
Oh fuck, please tell me that Mystery Man ended up being some A-list celebrity like Chris Hemsworth or Chris Evans or…oh my God, Chris Pratt!
Me
Uhh…aren’t they all married?
Layken
Don’t know don’t care. I just like to look at them but judging from your response I’m going to guess it wasn’t one of them.
Me
Correct.
Layken
Am I going to have to come up there?
Me
*shakes head yes vigorously*
Layken
Okay but I’m not putting on a bra. And there better be cookies.
Me
I shall provide all the necessities. Just get your pretty little titties up there.
Layken
Two minutes.
T here was no way when I moved back to the States that my best friend was going to let me live anywhere other than the same building she lived in. And I can’t say I hate it. We’re mature enough to give each other privacy when it’s needed but intrusive enough to barge into each other’s homes half naked and poop in each other’s bathrooms. Living just a few floors away from my best friend brings back all the college dorm vibes, only we’re actual professional adults who have to pay bills and clean our own toilets.
Grabbing my robe off the hook in the bathroom, I wrap it around my body and tie it closed at my waist and then grab two glasses of milk and a package of chocolate chip cookies from the pantry. Just as I unlock my door, Layken turns the knob and waltzes inside. She takes one look at my barely dressed self and whistles.
“Wow…she didn’t even put her clothes back on before texting me. Impressive!”
I yank on her hand and pull her into the living room, my body still thrumming from the way Bodhi Roche brought me to orgasm less than an hour ago.
“Okay before you tell me anything, I want to try to guess who this guy was.”
“Alright.” I nod, failing miserably to hide my smile.
“Okay, twenty questions.”
“Go,” I tell her.
“Do I know him?”
“Uh…no?”
“No…question mark?”
“I mean you don’t… KNOW him.”
“Do you know him?”
I smirk. “I do now.”
She rolls her eyes, amused. “Okay smartass. So, he’s someone we don’t know personally but we know of him?”
“Yes.”
“Is he famous?”
“Yes.”
“Is he a movie star?”
“No.”
“T.V. star?”
“No.”
“So not an actor at all?”
“Nope.”
“A model?”
“Could be.”
“So, he’s hot?”
My cheeks pinken and my eyes bulge as I nod. “Hot is an understatement.”
Layken mirrors my expression. “Wow! Really?”
“Really!”
“Okay so he’s not an actor. He’s hot enough to be a model. Does he sing?”
I shrug. “Not what he’s known for.”
“You’re really bad at twenty-questions, you know that?”
“Sorry! I can’t stick to just yes or no answers!”
“It’s okay. So, if he’s not an actor and not a singer and most likely not a model then he has to be…” She rubs her chin between her thumb and forefinger. “An athlete?”
My smile says it all and she gasps. “OH MY GOD you lucky bitch! Is it baseball?”
I shake my head.
“Football?”
Shake again.
“Soccer?”
“Not soccer.”
Her brows furrow. “Golf?”
“Nope.”
“Tennis?”
“Huh uh.”
“What else…oh shit.” Her eyes bulge even more and her smile drops. “Is it hockey?”
“Bingo.”
“Oooh fuck! Dear baby Jesus tell me it’s not a player on the STARS?”
When I don’t answer her she knows the answer is yes.
“Holy fucking shit, Corrigan! Wait…” She raises her hand to her chest. “Please don’t tell me it’s Griffin Ollenberg because as much as I know I’ll never have a chance with that man, his penchant for pajama pants and the donations he makes to the kids at the hospital melts me every time. He’s the cutest and if you tell me you got to fuck the one person who makes watching hockey worth it for me, we might have to never be friends again.”
Laying my hand on her forearm I reassure her, “I promise you I will always, always, always consider hoes before bros and will never fuck Griffin Ollenberg. You have my word. I know how long you’ve admired his cuteness.”
“Okay so if it’s not Griffin and it’s not Oliver Magallan or August Blackstone,” she starts, eyeing me as she puts the pieces together. “And you don’t know him very well…” She stares at me shocked. “And he didn’t know who you were…?”
“Nope.” I shake my head. “No idea.”
She gasps and then whispers, “Oh my God Corrigan, did you just fuck Bodhi Roche?”
Letting all my pent-up excitement out, I fall back against my couch with my arms out and a huge very satisfied smile plastered on my face. “Layk, with his tongue at my tits, I rode that man like the bull he is meant to be and I enjoyed every fucking minute of it.”
“Oooh…my…God. Tell me every fucking thing! First, what the hell did you do when he showed up? Did you tell him you knew who he was?”
“Hell no!” I laugh. “I mean on the inside I was battling over whether or not I should say something and then graciously bow out, but then I realized he had no idea who I was which made me think to myself that here’s this new guy in town, new to the team, who I thought was this badass know-it-all…”
“Well, that’s the way the media has hyped him up,” Layken says with a bob of her head.
“Right, but he’s totally not that guy! I mean maybe he is on the ice. Obviously he is on the ice, but off the ice…phew.” I fan my face. “He’s just this hot as sin super virgin who refused to give in to temptation because he didn’t want to let his father down. Now he just wants to be able to please a woman so when the time comes, he knows what he’s doing.”
Layken considers my explanation and then adds, “Well, think about it Corri. If he’s never had sex a day in his life, he can’t just pick up some random woman and take her to bed not knowing what to do or how to do it. He could end up all over the front page of every tabloid if he were to be bad at it.”
“Exactly. And I considered all that. I really did consider being honest with him, but the more he spoke, the more vulnerable he was, and the more vulnerable he was, the more I realized he was trusting me…this random female stranger, with his biggest secret. How could I say no then? Also, he is so far from bad at anything. He’s the model student if I do say so myself.”
She smirks. “I mean it helps that he’s hot. No question.”
“One hundred percent. I lucked out there for sure.”
She tosses a cookie into her mouth and with a mouthful asks, “So how did you guys even get started with…you know?”
I shrug. “I basically told him to kiss me. Straight up.”
She laughs. “You did what?”
“It was the only thing I could think to do. We were both a bit nervous and going through idle conversation and I needed to smash the ice, not just break it if the night was going to go anywhere, so I told him to consider the two of us on a fantastic date and to just kiss me. And so, he did.”
“Aaaand?”
“Aaaand I still can’t wipe the smile off my face because that man can kiss.”
“Not too sloppy?”
“Nope. Perfect amount of lip and tongue action. Not too hard. Not too soft. Lips were warm. It was…wow. That was the only word I could find for it. Wow.”
“Eeeeek!” Layken claps her hands excitedly. “I am so fucking happy for you. So, you brought him back here, obviously.”
“Mhmm.”
“And then?”
“And then I made him take my clothes off. Taught him how to do it nice and slow and then he saw me in my bra and underwear and kind of took over from there. He kind of went with his instincts, which I thought was excellent. I talked him through using his fingers…oh, my God his fingers…and the rest is?—”
“Orgasmic.”
“Yeah.” I laugh. “Orgasmic.”
Shaking her head in astonishment, her bewildered smile falters and she asks, “So what about your dad?”
“What about him?”
“What happens when he finds out? He could make Bodhi’s life a living hell.”
“He’s not ever going to find out.”
“Girl, these things always have a way of getting out.”
“Well, it won’t be me who says a word and I can’t see Bodhi saying anything because that would be admitting that not only was he a virgin but that he sought out sex lessons with his coach’s daughter.”
“I guess you have a good point there.” She snickers. “What about feelings? Do you see yourself catching feelings for him?”
He was kind.
And courteous.
And friendly.
And one hundred percent present with me.
But I seriously doubt I’m his type.
I shake my head confidently. “Nah. I don’t think so. He’s very focused on his sport. But will I enjoy the fucking as long as I absolutely can because who wouldn’t want to ride that man until the sun comes up? Absolutely.”
“Speaking of riding…just how big is the bull?”
I bite down on my bottom lip trying not to laugh. “Well, that’s the part I can’t exactly answer.”
Layken frowns. “Okay now you’ve lost me. If you rode him, how do you not know how big he is?”
“Well, I never got the chance to get his pants off because we were just supposed to be focusing on fingers and touching. I mean, it felt pretty large when I was straddling his lap but other than that, I don’t know for sure.” I shrug and bite my lip to keep from smiling. “Plus, he kind of came in his pants as I was doing my thing so I never got to actually see for myself.”
We lock eyes with each other and within five seconds we’re bursting into a fit of giggles.
“Oh, my God,” Layken says with a snort. “You sure do know how to have a good time and I am officially a jealous bitch. But I love you just the same.”