The next hour is a blur. There’s an award ceremony, where the national tournament officials bring out a trophy. And then Coach Roake names me most valuable player. I stare at him, a little bit in disbelief, until Knox prods me forward to accept it.
The crowd is still cheering, the lights dim, and a spotlight is on us.
Insane.
It’s one of those dream-come-true things.
“And we’re only juniors,” Knox says, hooking his arm around my neck. “Just think about next year’s potential.”
I grin at him. Knox, Steele, and I will be seniors next year. Miles will be a junior. Jacob and Erik are moving on, but I’ll be honest—I’m not close enough with them to care. It feels right to be here, to solidify this as my family.
The place I belong.
We go into the locker room, still riding a high, and Erik calls out that we’re celebrating at a club. Apparently, he has connections in Boston, and the owner is letting us in—even though we’re not all twenty-one.
I change into my street clothes, the button-down shirt and slacks we all arrived in, and stuff the rest of my shit into my duffle bag. We drop off our bags in our hotel rooms. We spill out of the elevator into the lobby. We crammed too many of us in there, but none of us gave a shit.
My phone goes off.
Vi
I see you
I whip around, trying to find her. There’s too many people, but then she stands out. My eyes are drawn to her like magnets. She comes through the crowd in my jersey, and my cock instantly twitches at the sight of her. An image of fucking her in that jersey and nothing else comes to mind, and I have to banish that thought before I ignore the club and drag her back upstairs.
A quickie wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world.
“Hey, MVP,” she greets me.
I wrap my arms around her, pressing my body to hers. Her eyes widen slightly at the feel of my erection, and I laugh. I feel… I don’t know. Lighter than a fucking feather.
I have her, I have hockey. I have another year at Crown Point University with her.
“You in my jersey is doing things to me,” I tell her.
She smirks. “I can tell. I didn’t get a chance to wear it when you first gave it to me, so…”
I kiss her. I can’t not kiss her. She lifts up on her toes, and her tongue slips along the seam of my lips. I open for her, letting her deepen it. She tastes like popcorn and beer. I cup the back of her head.
This isn’t helping my erection.
She finally settles back flat on her feet and gives me a wicked smile. “Maybe we should take a detour,” she offers. “The bathroom is over there.”
I find myself nodding before she even finishes talking. She leads me through the crowd, slipping past groups of people easily. I try not to get stuck, people tossing out congratulations for the MVP award, for the game, and Violet’s grip on my hand is unrelenting.
Nothing’s stopping her.
She pushes into the hotel lobby bathroom and goes straight to the handicapped stall. I raise my eyebrows as she locks us inside and shoves her leggings down.
I don’t need much more prompting than that. I undo my pants and push them down just far enough.
“Turn around,” I order. “Hands on the wall.”
My voice is fucking hoarse, but she does what I say. I grip her hips and kick her legs a little wider, then slide my hand down to feel how wet she is. My cock is harder than granite, but I ignore it for a second. Her cunt is wet for me, and she bites back a sigh when I brush her clit.
“Fuck me,” she demands.
I adjust my hold on her hips and slide into her. I grunt as her muscles clench at me.Fuck. I’m not going to last long at all. I’ve been looking forward to this since we left our bed this morning. I probably think about sex with her too much. I’m obsessive.