When one ends, another builds. He rumbles something that vibrates against my pussy and clamps down, sucking on my clit as the second wave hits.
My body melts into the mattress. Heath’s head is still between my legs and he places chaste kisses along the inside of my thighs and along my hips. I reach for him, pushing my hand under his sweats.
He’s not wearing any underwear which means I have easy access to wrap my fingers around his hard shaft. He hisses a breath and moves his hips. A slow pace that quickly turns into him fucking my hand, hips pumping fast. He growls out as his release fills the inside of his pants.
We lay shoulder to shoulder as we catch our breath.
“Shower with me?” he asks, brushing my hair away from my neck and kissing me there.
We pad down the hall to the bathroom quietly. He starts the shower while I stare at my wild hair in the vanity mirror.
He turns back and drops his pants. I’ll never get over seeing him naked. My throat closes and I just stare. He steps forward and kisses me then pulls the T-shirt I’m wearing over my head.
“You’re beautiful.”
I reach out and touch his once-again-hard dick. “You’re huge.” I swallow.
He chuckles. “Come on.”
He lets me get in the shower first and then follows and pulls the curtain.
I wash and condition my hair and then Heath covers the both of us in his body wash. It’s somehow fun and silly showering with him. He looks adorable with his hair matted down. His very hard penis keeps poking me, but he doesn’t make any move to do anything about it.
We dry off and get back to his room before I hear other people in the house starting to move around.
I sit on the bed and finger comb my wet hair while I watch Heath pull on a gray Coyotes hockey T-shirt. “What was it like when you got drafted?”
“It was cool.”
“Cool? That’s the best you’ve got?”
He flashes a sexy smirk. “Really cool?”
“I’m serious.”
“It was incredible and surreal. Easily one of the best days ever.”
“I’m jealous that you have it all figured out. I can’t even decide what classes I want to take next semester.”
“I think you’re missing the best part of college.”
“And that is?”
“Having fun and not thinking too hard about the future.”
I snort. “Says the guy who knows his future.”
“Maybe, but there’re no guarantees that when the time comes, I’ll play. A million things might happen between now and then to fuck it all up.”
I never considered that Heath would worry about his future when he has it mapped out. I don’t stress about life beyond college, only planning for it. I guess once you have it figured out, the only thing to worry about is how things might go wrong.
“You just got here. Give yourself time to just be and let life happen. You don’t need to have the next three years or beyond all planned out. What fun would that be? Four months ago, I didn’t know you and now I do.” He steps into my space and places his hands on the mattress on either side of me. “Not knowing can be exciting.”
A knock at the door is followed by Maverick’s voice. “Yo, Payne, let’s go.”
Heath brings his mouth to mine and kisses me softly.
“I think I’ll wait for you guys to leave,” I whisper.
“How are you going to get to the dorm?”
“I’ll walk.”
“No.”
“No?”
He finds his keys on top of his desk and tosses them to me and then kisses me one last time before he heads out.
26
Heath
We’re sitting around the apartment before we head to the arena for tonight’s game. Rauthruss is FaceTiming Carrie, and it doesn’t annoy me quite as much as usual. Mav’s sharing his pre-game peanut butter sandwich with Charli, and Adam’s staring at the TV with a look of hard concentration.
I know he wears the weight of the world on his shoulders before games, worrying about how we’ll play. He takes a lot of that pressure on himself, most I think isn’t really necessary, but I guess that’s why he’s the captain.
“Scott, what are you going to do after graduation?” I ask him, surprised I don’t know.
Mav’s already signed with the Cats and Rauthruss’s family runs a hockey camp that he plans to take over.
“I’m premed, man. Going to medical school.”
“Really?”
The other guys look to me with equally surprised faces.
“I didn’t know.” Or maybe I did and forgot it already. I don’t spend a lot of time thinking past next week. Even my own future feels weird. Pro hockey is like this thing I’ve agreed to but doesn’t really feel like it’s going to happen. Two and a half years feels so far away.
“We’re gonna be busting people up and he’s going to be putting them back together,” Mav says, mouth full of peanut butter.
“I can see you being a team doctor or something; that’d be cool.”
He laughs and says sarcastically, “Thanks. I hadn’t thought of that.”
“I’m sorry. You probably mentioned it before, and I let it go in one ear and out the other. Making plans isn’t really my thing.”
“Speaking of plans, is it okay if I crash here tonight?” Maverick asks. “I’m meeting up with that girl Holly later and I don’t want her to know where I live.”
“Dude, gross, stop hooking up on our couch. You have your own apartment for that.” Adam’s laughing as he says it though, the mood light before we have to get serious and ready for the game.
He looks to me. “What about you? I haven’t seen any girls running out in the mornings.”
“You’re never here,” Rauthruss points out, somehow managing to follow two conversations—his with Carrie and
