Never thought I’d see the day I sided with Jacobs over anything, let alone his disdain for me.
I finish putting on my shoes and retying the laces and glance over at him on his bed. He’s put his boxers back on but nothing else.
And I’m here wanting to climb in next to him instead of going back upstairs to my victory party.
“About that repeat …” I bite my lip and rake my gaze over his long body again. I linger over the vein in his arm, remembering the way it stood out as he jerked us.
“Go back to your party, Captain. You probably should make sure none of them up there have drunk themselves stupid and need a hospital.”
Damn it. He’s right.
Especially seeing as when I left them, some of the high school kids were getting into it.
I nod. “Tomorrow night?”
Jacobs snorts. “Depends on how much you piss me off tomorrow.”
I pause. “Wait, I don’t know what that means. With normal people, I’d assume it means not to piss you off, but as we’ve established you like it when I make you mad. So …”
He throws one of his pillows at me, but I duck out of the way.
“See, I’m so confused. Is that flirting or telling me to go away?”
He glares at me.
“Okay, that’s more straightforward.” I make my way to the door, but his soft voice makes me pause.
“Beck?”
I turn.
“Are you not freaking out? Like, even a little bit?”
I think about that. Am I freaking out I hooked up with a guy? No.
Maybe I should be?
But when something feels that good, I don’t know why I would second-guess it.
I shrug. “I’m always up for experiencing new things. It felt good and I want more. It’s that simple to me.”
Only, when I’ve said I want to experience new things in the past, dick hasn’t exactly been on the menu.
Jacobs doesn’t appear to like that answer.
I look down at the ground. “Are you? I mean, apart from your cock being traitorous to your brain by being interested in me.”
“It … makes sense. I guess. Reaffirms some things from last year …”
I want to ask him about Grant, but—
As if reading my mind, he keeps going. “Before Grant started seeing Zach, I thought … I thought I had a thing for him.” He waves me off. “Came to the conclusion I was mistaken, but now …”
I want to gloat about being right about him and Grant, but I’m not completely inept when it comes to reading the room.
He’s got shit going on in his head because he’s Jacobs. He overthinks everything. Except when it comes to the ice. Then he’s fluid and reactive, and he’s instinctually a great player.
I wonder if hockey is his only escape from that brain of his.
We stare at each other, locked in some sort of standoff or understanding, I’m not sure.
“Party,” Jacobs says.
Right. “I should get up there.” I want to ask him if he’s coming up at some point, but I’m guessing with the way he’s dressed, that’d be a hell no.
“Remind them that practice is at eight tomorrow, and I don’t care if they’re throwing up, they’re not getting out of it.”
See, this is why he’d make a good captain, and I … I shouldn’t have gone for it in the first place.
When I go back upstairs, the guys are in such messy states, only one of them asks me why the swim team didn’t come back with me.
None of them look in need of paramedics though. So … winning?
“Their exact words were hockey players are all losers except for King Beck. Sorry.” I get myself a beer from the keg and take a huge gulp, washing away any last taste of Jacobs’s mouth on mine.
Cohen groans. “And we’re gonna vote this guy to get more ego?”
I shrug. “Vote how you want. Forget the stupid CUM games even happened.”
“But … that was the whole point of them.” Cohen cocks his head at me.
“Vote who you think will actually help the team win next season. Not for who did a bunch of challenges that had nothing to do with hockey.”
This is my party, but it doesn’t sit right with me because it should be for someone else.
I put my drink down on Cohen’s side table. “Now, unless someone is bleeding or dying, don’t come wake me. I’m going to bed.”
I get a whole lot of weird looks, but I can’t even muster the effort needed to be on right now.
Crossing the hall, I kick everyone out of my room and fall face-first onto my bed, wishing like hell it wasn’t so empty.
I’ve had a taste of Jacobs, and now I want more. I want him beneath me, on top of me … I want him surrounding me. It was the hottest sex I’ve ever had, and it wasn’t even sex-sex.