Graham
Me:You gonna keep eye fucking me or do you want to let everyone know I made you come?
Smirking, I press send and glance directly across the table, taunting Emery with my eyes. She’s pretending not to stare my way, but every time I sneak a glance at her, those blue eyes are staring right back. The best thing about this “thing” we’ve got going on? How much she hates me but loves what I do to her body.
If she had it her way, she’d been fine never seeing me again after the first night, but seeing as how we run in the same circle, there’s no way she can avoid me for that long and thank fuck for that because now that I’ve had a taste of Emery Davidson, she’s consuming every thought I have.
I probably shouldn’t be thinking about her pussy while we’re at her brother’s house, sitting at the dinner table, surrounded by our friends, but here we are. It’s a fantastic pussy. Tight like my favorite pair of gloves, warm and snug whenever I slide insi-
“Adams.”
My eyes dart to Briggs, who’s holding a piece of pizza up with his eyebrow raised in question.
“What?”
“I’ve been calling your name for five minutes. You want pepperoni or meat lovers.”
Shrugging, I say, “Don’t care.”
He tosses a slice on a plate and passes it my way, all while I sneak another peek at Emery, who’s now reading something on her phone. Undoubtedly, the message I sent her, just to see the reaction I’d get.
There’s nothing more I love then seeing just how far I can push her until she loses it, and, hopefully, it will somehow lead to her riding my cock.
My grin widens when I see her grind her teeth together and look up at me through her thick lashes, shooting daggers across the table. Mission accomplished.
I sit back, taking a bite out of the pizza, and wink at her, then focus back on the conversation, before someone around usdoesrealize what’s happening. As much as I want Emery to scream my name from the rooftops, what I don't want is our friends to find out what’s going on. I don't want shit to be weird; I don’t want Reed to shove my balls in a glass jar and put it on a shelf in his trophy room. I don’t want anything to change.
I like the dynamic of our friendships.
It made working together as a team work seamlessly, flawlessly since we are all so close and hockey is my life.
The easiest choice I ever made was deciding to be a professional hockey player. It was a no brainer for me. I grew up on the ice with a stick and a puck. When I wasn’t in school or working on the farm, I was on the ice. Pushing my body and my mind to the limits, working overtime to be better. Faster. Stronger. But, I was all my mama and Allie had, and being the man of the house was my responsibility.
When I was drafted, fresh out of college, it was a dream come true, but to this day, I still feel guilty about leaving mama and Allie to come to a new city to pursue my dreams. And that same nagging guilt always resurfaces when I score a goal or celebrate a good pass.
Leaving my family behind was the hard part of playing hockey. Having to move to a new city, where I knew no one, with a bank account that had more zeroes then I’d ever seen in my life, and how different life was in the blink of an eye. One second, I was mucking a stall and studying for a farming management degree, and the next, I was in a stadium where thousands of people were chanting my name like I was a god.
As much as I loved every aspect of being a pro player, I was lonely. Until Reed took me under his wing and the guys became my found family.
They’re the only ones I’ve got, and I’ll never do anything to jeopardize what I have with them.
Emery Davidson included.
So, if she wants me to chase her. Fuck it, I’ll chase her around the entire city, but I’m going to make sure no one knows about it, and I happen to know that would suit her just fine.
I knew my message would make her mad, and now’s time for the second part of my plan. She can ignore my texts all week, if that makes her feel better, but sitting face to face is a completely different thing.
Standing, I toss the pizza crust onto the plate in front of me and head to the upstairs bathroom, taking the stairs two at a time. I slip inside and shut the door behind me, then lean against the vanity and wait.
Not to sound cocky but… I can tell she wants this just as badly as I do.
A few seconds later, the door opens and Emery appears, her blue eyes blazing. She shuts the door behind her and stalks toward me. Her dark hair billowing behind her with each step.
“Really Graham?”
I smirk. “What? Can’t get enough of me?”
She reaches out with her tiny, albeit powerful, fist and punches me in the shoulder, causing me to wince.