“I love rap and heavy metal, anything that can pump me up for a game.”
“Phillip does that! Funny story,” I say, basically jumping in his lap. “One time, Phillip grabbed my iPod instead of his, and when he went to get ready for the game, all my music starts playing, which is like a lot of covers of songs – don’t look at me like that, I love that – but anyway, he calls me from the locker room, yelling, and makes me bring him his iPod because he can’t play without hearing his songs. Are you like that?”
He laughs as he nods his head. “Yup, I have a certain playlist and listen to the whole thing before I lace up my skates.”
“That’s so weird!” I gush as I laugh. “But I think it’s cool too ’cause I like the before-game traditions. I think it’s neat.”
“Yeah, I also have to have a bowl of grapes and Mango Frost Gatorade.”
I giggle at him and he smiles. I know we’ve been here for a while, and of course, I am loving every second, but I know I need to get going soon. Pulling my phone out of my pocket, I see it’s almost time for me to go, but I really don’t want to leave. I’d rather stay here, locked in the gaze of this stunningly gorgeous man, than dance on a stage for men I don’t care one bit for.
“I need to head back. I have to study and I’m tired,” I say and my insides clench since I’m lying. I actually need to get home and shower and shave before heading to the club for my shift.
“Can you give me five more minutes?”
I eye him before asking, “Why?”
“’Cause I want to kiss you like this, and I think five minutes will sustain me until the next time I have you like this.”
Before I can deny or agree, his mouth is moving against mine. His breath is minty, his lips so soft against mine. I think he knew I would say yes because I crave his kisses. I think about them constantly, about him, and I can’t wait till the next second his lips are moving against mine. Running my fingers up the back of his neck, I press into him as his finger bites into the middle of my back. Nibbling down my jaw, he comes back to my lips, both of us teasing and nipping before he says, “Can I feel you up when we’re dating?”
“No, that will lead to sex.”
“So, I can’t grab your boob?”
I laugh, pulling back. “No, Jude! We have to keep this PG-13 at least for two weeks.”
He eyes me and then shrugs. “Okay, but come back here, I have at least two more minutes.”
I comply and grin against his lips before our kisses turn hungry. I’m pretty sure rubbing up against each other is not PG-13, but I can’t help it. He’s so hard, so delicious, and when he pulls back, our heavy breathing is the only sound in the quiet park. I’m glad he’s the one to pull away because I don’t think I could have. Placing a kiss to my nose, he reaches down for the helmet before placing it over my head.
“Let’s get you back before I bend you over this bike and have my way with you.”
I scoff. “How very considerate of you.”
“I thought so,” he says with a wink as he gets up to put his on helmet on. Looking back at me, he adds, “I don’t want to interfere with your studies.”
My studies. Yeah…
Chapter 16
Jude
“So let me get this straight,” Max Rivers says as he lounges against the boards, leaning on his hockey stick. Coach is running plays with the defense, so that leaves my line to hang for a minute, get a breather, and get some water.
“You’re dating one girl. Just one, ’cause I heard it was one and that you were dating her. Something you don’t do.”
I nod as Jayden rolls his eyes. I think he’s as annoyed as I am. “Yeah, dude, one chick.”
“Why? You’ve never done that. I’ve known you since like fourth grade, and you’ve never had one girlfriend.”
“Yeah, things changed.”
“So you’re giving up all the pussy in the world for one chick? At twenty years old?”
“He’s dating her, not marrying her,” Jayden says before I can answer. “And why the hell does it matter what he does?”
Max looks at me before looking back at Jayden. “Jude is the king of getting ass. It’s shocking to us mere mortals that have to beg girls to date us.” Jayden and I both just blink at Max before I shake my head. Before I can say anything, though, Max says, “I mean, does she have a golden snatch or something? What made you only want one?”