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nbsp; Thinking he may be right¸ I don’t want to admit that, so I say, “Eh, she may have beat me, but it was luck.”
“I don’t know about that,” Jace says as he climbs the stairs up to the patio with Jude behind him. “She’s got some mad skills.”
Not wanting to give her any more praise, I shrug before I carry our bag and sticks into the garage. Since I’m the loser, I have to put shit away, and man, it’s fucking killing me that I lost to her.
But she was magnificent.
I’ve never played against someone like her. Yeah, I’ve played with the best guys in the league, guys who go straight into the draft to be first and second picks, but there is something about Baylor’s game that has me in awe. As much as I want to hate on her and talk trash, I can’t. I have to respect her because it’s a great game. Even if she does kick your ass and doesn’t care one bit about what 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 like a way better plan than going down and dealing with my brothers and fighting my need for her. They’ll probably give me more shit for hiding in my room, so really, it’s a lose-lose situation for me.
Ah, fuck it.
Throwing my shirt off and then my shorts, I push the door open and find that my bathroom is occupied.
Yeah, I admit it. I yell like a girl.
Which in return makes Baylor scream.
“Oh my God! You scared the shit out of me!” she yells from where she stands in front of my sink, holding a rag to her chest as the water runs.
Pointing at myself, I gasp for breath as I say, “Me? You’re in my bathroom! With no damn warning. Lock the damn door!”
“I didn’t think anyone would come in if it was shut!”
“Um, yeah. I shut it before I left.”
“Whatever. You’re insane.”
She glares at me and I glare back, and then for some reason we both start laughing.
“You act like I’m a spider or something,” she says through her airy laugh. “I’m just cleaning my battle wounds.”
Leaning against the door, I shake my head. “I don’t like surprises.”
She smiles as she shuts the water off, throwing her leg up so she can inspect the cuts on her legs. I take in her inner thigh, and man, I itch to reach out and touch her, but that would be bad since she wants nothing to do with me. I may joke and tease that I wanna score against her, but I don’t go into something unless I know I can win.
“I can tell,” she says before looking back at me. I watch as her eyes run down my body, but when her eyes go wide, my brows come together, confused. When I look down, though, I realize why.