she does to you, I can’t help but be completely spellbound by her.
Probably has a lot to do with the fact that I want to fuck her brains out too.
Throwing everything down, I go to get the goal and I let out a groan when I lift it. Man, she has some elbows and hips on her. She got me good in the ribs and then in my hip too. I probably have bruises. Setting the goal down, I lift my shirt, and sure as shit, I have a few red marks that are on their way to being black bruises. Not that I mind them, I appreciate them, they make me stronger. As much as I wished plenty of times that she was naked as she was rubbing and smacking into me, I also wanted to win. I wanted to put her in her place. She’s cocky but not at the same time. It’s weird. She may not rub it in your face that she is better than you, but she sure does give you a look that tells you just that.
It’s insane.
She cheered like she should; she’s a great player. But if Jude or Jace would have scored the way she did, they would have shoved it down my throat, kicked me in the balls, and then given me shit for weeks. All Baylor did was look me in the eye and I knew that she thought she was better than me. I don’t know which is worse, honestly. I don’t like losing, and I really don’t like losing to a girl. But again, I don’t think she’s really a real girl. Though, I felt her against me. Was engrossed in her intoxicating and musky smell. Saw down her tank, the curve of her breasts, the thickness of her ass and thighs. I found myself begging to taste the red of her lips. To be the one to smear it along her jaw and off her lips. I don’t know what girl wears bright red lipstick like that and can puck-handle the way she can, but I’m pretty sure Baylor is not real. She may be all female, but she’s a dude when it comes to hockey. That’s the only thing I can come up with, and she’s probably the only one of her kind.
And I’m completely taken with her.
Her drive, her body, her talent, and that smile! She may not be my type, but she is what I want in a girl. I want someone who will challenge me and make me better. She does that with one look. The only problem is I’ll probably never see her again once she leaves this house. I have no clue where she is from, but I’m pretty sure if a girl like that were in Nashville, I’d know about her.
She’d be mine.
I don’t even know why I thought that, though. She doesn’t want anything to do with me. She just wanted to beat me. At first, I thought maybe she wanted to get some, but after that ass-beating, I’m sure she has one thing in mind and that’s winning. It’s very disappointing, but oh well, on with her then. It isn’t like I have time for girls right now anyway.
Climbing up the stairs, a little slower than normal, I am thankful I have a couple more weeks before hockey camp starts. I just took a beating, and I’m pretty sure I couldn’t handle camp right now. Hell, I might sleep the rest of the weekend. Starting now. Passing the kitchen where everyone is laughing and cooking, I ignore the jabs about losing to Baylor and don’t even look to see her smug face. I decide that I’m kinda over everyone right now. I honestly want to sleep and forget her completely. It’s for the best anyway, no matter how much I want to fuck her.
Going down the hall to my room, I shut the door behind me and look out the window that has a gorgeous view of the beach and ocean. Jude was excited when he rented this house. He thought it would be a good escape and he was right. For the last two days, when I’m not actually on the beach, I have the doors open, the crisp ocean air flowing into my room as I lie in bed, reading. I have a paper due on the first day of school for my summer read, The Learning Tree . I’m not one of those people who wait until the last minute to finish an assignment and want to write the paper on the flight home on Monday. Maybe I’ll go ahead and finish the book after my shower. Sounds
Probably has a lot to do with the fact that I want to fuck her brains out too.
Throwing everything down, I go to get the goal and I let out a groan when I lift it. Man, she has some elbows and hips on her. She got me good in the ribs and then in my hip too. I probably have bruises. Setting the goal down, I lift my shirt, and sure as shit, I have a few red marks that are on their way to being black bruises. Not that I mind them, I appreciate them, they make me stronger. As much as I wished plenty of times that she was naked as she was rubbing and smacking into me, I also wanted to win. I wanted to put her in her place. She’s cocky but not at the same time. It’s weird. She may not rub it in your face that she is better than you, but she sure does give you a look that tells you just that.
It’s insane.
She cheered like she should; she’s a great player. But if Jude or Jace would have scored the way she did, they would have shoved it down my throat, kicked me in the balls, and then given me shit for weeks. All Baylor did was look me in the eye and I knew that she thought she was better than me. I don’t know which is worse, honestly. I don’t like losing, and I really don’t like losing to a girl. But again, I don’t think she’s really a real girl. Though, I felt her against me. Was engrossed in her intoxicating and musky smell. Saw down her tank, the curve of her breasts, the thickness of her ass and thighs. I found myself begging to taste the red of her lips. To be the one to smear it along her jaw and off her lips. I don’t know what girl wears bright red lipstick like that and can puck-handle the way she can, but I’m pretty sure Baylor is not real. She may be all female, but she’s a dude when it comes to hockey. That’s the only thing I can come up with, and she’s probably the only one of her kind.
And I’m completely taken with her.
Her drive, her body, her talent, and that smile! She may not be my type, but she is what I want in a girl. I want someone who will challenge me and make me better. She does that with one look. The only problem is I’ll probably never see her again once she leaves this house. I have no clue where she is from, but I’m pretty sure if a girl like that were in Nashville, I’d know about her.
She’d be mine.
I don’t even know why I thought that, though. She doesn’t want anything to do with me. She just wanted to beat me. At first, I thought maybe she wanted to get some, but after that ass-beating, I’m sure she has one thing in mind and that’s winning. It’s very disappointing, but oh well, on with her then. It isn’t like I have time for girls right now anyway.
Climbing up the stairs, a little slower than normal, I am thankful I have a couple more weeks before hockey camp starts. I just took a beating, and I’m pretty sure I couldn’t handle camp right now. Hell, I might sleep the rest of the weekend. Starting now. Passing the kitchen where everyone is laughing and cooking, I ignore the jabs about losing to Baylor and don’t even look to see her smug face. I decide that I’m kinda over everyone right now. I honestly want to sleep and forget her completely. It’s for the best anyway, no matter how much I want to fuck her.
Going down the hall to my room, I shut the door behind me and look out the window that has a gorgeous view of the beach and ocean. Jude was excited when he rented this house. He thought it would be a good escape and he was right. For the last two days, when I’m not actually on the beach, I have the doors open, the crisp ocean air flowing into my room as I lie in bed, reading. I have a paper due on the first day of school for my summer read, The Learning Tree . I’m not one of those people who wait until the last minute to finish an assignment and want to write the paper on the flight home on Monday. Maybe I’ll go ahead and finish the book after my shower. Sounds
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