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Chapter 26

twenty-six

SWEET DREAMS

I pace back and forth around my room, staring at my phone and willing Xander to call me.

The game wasn’t broadcasted tonight and the school wasn’t streaming it. I only got a few different highlights from throughout the game and the final score. Another win for Westbrook, which should be amazing. Except, I watched those highlights and instantly could tell something was way off with the Everleigh team.

Add on top of that, the game finished hours ago and I haven’t heard from Xander at all.

Torryn, Isla, and Colby all started sending me updates they were getting through the other guys. Guess that answers that question about who has figured it out. I ended putting all three of them into a group chat since there was no point in beating around the bush.

None of them have any real answers except Everleigh played like they wanted to be pulverized, they’re staying the night in a hotel—where most of the guys are currently—and Coach Wilson called Xander away and Tate followed them.

I can’t exactly text Tate to check in either because I insisted we wait until after the weekend to tell him. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

Torryn

I texted Tate

Emery

Saying what? His little sister is wondering how his best friend is and freaked out he hasn’t called her yet?

Colby

So we aren’t all pretending like we don’t know anymore?

Isla

I think that ship has sailed

Torryn

I may have played a small joke on the boys

Isla

That’s one way to say you lied to them

Emery

What did you lie to them about?

Torryn

You

Emery

What does that mean?

Is this supposed to be distracting me from my anxiety cause it’s not working

Isla

The boys had figured out Xander was talking to someone

Emery

He told me

Isla

Well they started a group chat without him to make plans to figure out who it was

Emery

Remember that anxiety? All time high right now

Please tell me Tate is not in this chat

Torryn

He’s not

And you’re welcome for that

Isla

She kept removing him

But the boys would have eventually caught on and they were getting close

Torryn

Back to that tiny little joke

Isla

Just tell her

Colby

I’m grabbing my popcorn for this

Torryn

I told them Xander was dating a stripper from the club

Colby

That is juicier than I expected

Emery

That’s…

Honestly hilarious. Have you told Xander this?

Torryn

I was going to…eventually

Anyways, I texted Tate that the stripper wanted to check if everything was okay. They’re on their way to the hotel now. So lover boy should be calling you soon

My phone rings almost as if on cue as I exit out of the thread with them. I’ll deal with Torryn and the stripper situation later. I do not have the spoons for that right now.

“Xander,” I answer in a rush. “Are you okay?”

He looks exhausted in a way that has to do with so much more than hockey. Grief lines his face but there’s also something peaceful in his eyes as he crashes into the hotel bed.

“I fucking miss you,” he curses. “I’m so sorry for worrying you. Everything happened so fast and Tate never left my side. I had no chance to send a text warning you it would be late.”

I wave his apology off. Of course I was worried for him. He had a lot of fears about going to Everleigh and something obviously happened. “Don’t be sorry for things you can’t control.”

His soft smile eases some of the tension in my chest, the anxiety finally giving my heart a break.

“Are you okay?” I ask again. “What happened?”

He begins to tell me the sequence of events through his eyes. How off the game was, how everyone left the ice bewildered and he only found out afterwards the girl he had saved had reported the players who had done that to her.

My heart aches for her and Xander cries while he tells me about the phone call with her. But it breaks a little more when he reveals it was his head coach’s daughter that he was protecting and he saw him tonight.

All the pieces start to come together as he tells me more about Kerry as a person, as a part of their team. The players tonight did want to be demolished because everyone, including their coach, had just learned about what had happened to his daughter.

“It seemed like a never ending night,” he admits. “Every time I got through answering one person’s questions, someone else needed to take my statement. The school, the cops, the athletic director.”

I can’t imagine reliving such a horrible memory over and over again. Kerry must be going through absolute hell right now. Xander was right when he said she was strong. She was strong both when she chose to protect herself and now when she’s found more strength to rely on to get through this ordeal.

I’ve never met the girl, but I admire her.

“Coach Mulligan had a lot he wanted me to know too,” Xander whispers. “Seeing him was the hardest part. I thought maybe he would hate me knowing I hid this from him. That I kept quiet while he was pouring time and energy and even affection into the bastards that did that to his daughter. But he thanked me.”

Xander sounds small in that moment, like a child that just learned they are loved. It reminds me once again how used to Xander is to people walking out on him.

“You saved his daughter and put her needs first,” I remind him. “You were her hero.”

He cries and I wish I was there to curl against his chest and hold him while he falls apart. It only takes him a few moments to continue. “He said it was the rumors Melinda and I had spread that got other victims talking to each other and that was what gave Kerry the courage to step forward. Four other girls have already come forward with similar stories, and five hockey players have been linked to the attacks so far.”

Xander wipes the tears from his cheeks. “When Melinda and I decided to start the rumors, we had no idea what would come of it. We were only hoping it would prompt the coaching staff to stay on top of them even after months since their suspicions began. Maybe make girls think twice or be more cautious around those guys. I never thought it would lead to this.”

“You guys did a good thing, babe,” I assure him. “The best you could do in an impossible situation.

He turns on his side keeping the phone aimed at his face as his head rests against a pillow. He looks like he could fall asleep any second now. “I needed to hear that from you.”

“I wish I was there,” I whisper, laying my head down on my own pillow and plugging my phone in. “I want to be in your arms.”

He chuckles and some of the pain in his face softens. “Talk dirty to me, baby.”

I can’t help but laugh with him.

“I miss you though,” he says. “It would be really nice to have you here.”

I crawl under my covers, getting comfortable as we continue talking about his day. “Are you guys coming home first thing in the morning?”

He shakes his head, yawning before he answers me. “I’ll have to answer a few follow up questions before we can take off. But we should be home by the afternoon.”

“Will you come over?”

“Was already planning on it,” he says with a grin. “Now, tell me about everything you want me to do to you tomorrow so I can have good dreams.”

No matter how many times he says stuff like that, it never fails to make me squirm.

He growls in approval. “There’s that blush I adore so much. Should we see how pink you can turn before your heart gives out? ”

Turns out Alexander Channing is still, in fact, the bane of my existence.

“I can see what you’re thinking, brat,” he teases. “We can talk about other pink things I love if that makes you feel better. Like one of my favorite things in the world, that pretty and sweet pus–”

“Xander!” I cut him off, turning scarlett as not only my face heats. My entire body turns molten.

He laughs, looking lighter than when we first started talking. “No? Can’t talk about that either? But that’s what I want to dream about. How sweet you’re going to taste dripping down my chin and how good you’re going to look spread out on your bed with me between your legs.” His eyes darken as his voice drops from teasing to promising.

“I think I’ll take you from behind tomorrow. Do you even know how many times your ass has taunted me? It’s been nearly impossible to keep my eyes from going straight there every time you walk away from me.”

I gasp and my heart races a little faster, the heat settling right between my legs. It’s always so easy for him to get me there, faster than I’ve ever been turned on before. One look with those eyes that promise sweet and filthy things and I’m a goner.

“You like that idea, don’t you?”

Damn him for being able to read me so damn well.

“Maybe.” I shrug. “Maybe not.”

Maybe he has every right to call me a brat. Who knows?

But how can I resist when he goes all smoldering on me like he wants to devour me every time I do? It’s really his own fault.

He hums in thought. “Oh I think you do. My hands on your ass, spreading you open for me as I slide in, hitting deeper than I ever have before. You’ll feel me all over your body and beg for more.”

I swallow thickly, my body growing heavy with desire at the scene he paints with his stupid dirty words. I clear my throat, trying to keep the drool contained in my mouth where he can’t see it. “So what time are you going to be home tomorrow?”

“Early enough to know I won’t be fucking you only one time. I’m thinking at least three times before I’ll be able to leave your bed.”

I squirm in bed, rubbing my thighs together where I can already feel myself growing slick. “You’re too much,” I whisper.

“I’m just enough for you, baby girl. That’s why you take me so well.”

I throw my hands up. “Oh my god, you’re impossible.” But it’s a relief to hear his laugh and watch the way his eyes glimmer with amusement and his own desire. He never fails to make me feel worshiped, even after what must have been one of the hardest days of his life.

“Hmm, if I’m so impossible, why are you wet for me right now?”

“Because it’s you,” I answer, feeling embarrassed as the words spill out of my mouth. It’s hard to even look him in the eyes after I say it.

He groans, adjusting in bed to lay on his back. “Show me. I want to see what my words do to my girl.”

My mouth parts open in shock, but I grow wetter at the thought. “What?”

“You heard me, Em,” he says, his voice husky. “You need me to tell you how to touch yourself? I know exactly how you like it.”

His smug grin is enough to make me slip my hand beneath my shorts. “I’ve been making myself come for a lot longer than you have, Xander,” I taunt, my finger brushing past my already sensitive clit as I circle my entrance.

“While thinking about me?”

I gather my arousal on my fingers, locking eyes with him as I give him a shy smile. “Maybe a time or two.” I’d wish I had the confidence to tease him back, but the way he curses my name and his eyes get heavy is worth even more than his amusement.

“God, you make me so hard,” he growls.

I lift my fingers and show him the way they shine with my arousal. “Even from so far away, you make me want you with a desperation I barely understand.”

His breathing gets heavier and the screen wobbles. “Show me,” he demands.

“Xander,” I say hesitantly. I’ve never done anything like this before. I don’t know if I can.

“Will you touch yourself for me, baby girl?”

I chew on my bottom lip, contemplating it, before nodding slowly.

“That’s my girl,” he praises and my whole body shudders in delight. “Will you keep the phone on your face while you touch yourself for me?”

This time, I’m a little quicker to nod and I shimmy out of my sleep shorts and give myself easier access.

His smile turns feral. “Will you take off your top and let me see those beautiful tits?”

I hesitate. “No one is in your room?”

“Of course not,” he answers vehemently. “James was supposed to be, but he’s crashing with Baylor and Wells. He thought I might need some time to process.”

“It’s a little embarrassing,” I admit and he grins at me, shucking off his shirt before I can even blink.

God he looks good. It’s no wonder he can get me to agree to almost anything. Those abs are more deadly than a puppy dog look.

This is Xander. He makes me feel safe and loved and wanted. I take a deep breath, stripping my own shirt off and he curses, his gaze eating up every inch of exposed skin I put on display for him.

“You’re too goddamn good to me, Em.”

His phone shakes again and my mind goes to all the dirty places of what he’s doing with his free hand. If he’s stroking himself the way I think he is while he stares at my naked chest.

“Only for you,” I whisper. “You make me brave.”

He beams at me, sinking his teeth into his lower lip. “I want to make you come.”

Even my chest turns red, but I want that too. I lower my free hand back to my clit, rubbing slow circles around it as I watch his reactions. “Are you touching yourself?” I ask.

It’s his turn to nod. “How could I not when you look this good in front of me?”

Part of me wants to ask him to show me. He wouldn’t hesitate to turn the camera around, but I don’t want to miss the dent in his eyebrows as he concentrates or the way his eyelashes flutter when he does something that feels especially good.

He releases a long, slow moan when I arch my back. “Will you taste yourself for me, baby girl?”

My eyes widen at the question and I feel so out of my depth, but I’m capable of anything when his dark blue eyes are locked on mine. I want to make him burn for me the way I feel inside every time he gives me that look.

I pull my fingers away from my center, feeling how wet they are. Keeping my eyes on his, I don’t hesitate to paint my arousal across my lower lip and chase it down with my tongue.

“You’re a goddamn temptress,” he groans, encouraging me to continue. I slip both fingers into my mouth, sucking them clean while his eyes track the motion. The more desire I see in his eyes, the more it spurs me on and I swirl my tongue around my finger after pulling it free from my mouth.

Xander curses and his voice sounds so strained, it fills with me a sense of power and satisfaction. The way he absolutely loses himself to me in a way I never could have dreamed of.

“Are you going to play with those gorgeous tits for me too?” he pushes and I slide my hand down my neck and over my chest, cupping my breast and squeezing while he tracks my every move. He hums his approval. “God, you’re stunning.”

I catch my pebbled nipple between my finger and thumb rolling it between them almost to the point of pain. A small moan slips past my lips and my head dips back and my eyes close as I bring my free hand up to do the same thing to the other side.

“You don’t know what you fucking to do me, Emery,” Xander breathes, and that heady feeling in my center builds with every word out of his mouth.

“I wish you were here,” I cry, aching to be filled by him. To feel his hard body pressing me down into the mattress, breathing my name into my ear.

I open my eyes to find Xander put his phone down and now I have a full view of him leaning back against his pillows, his hard dick bobbing against his abs as he gets comfortable. His large hard wraps around the head of his cock, precum already leaking from it.

“Oh baby, I hope you’re ready for me to get home tomorrow because I am going to fuck you into that mattress the way your eyes are begging me to right now,” he promises and it only heightens my need for him.

One of my hands moves back to my clit, desperate for some relief from the building pressure .

“Emery, let me see more of you, baby.” his hand tightens around the base of his cock as he strokes himself.

I don’t hesitate this time, resting my phone on my bedside table, turning it on its side so Xander can see where my fingers disappear between my folds.

“That’s my beautiful girl.” The way his voice drops even lower, a dark growl coating his words makes any sense of embarrassment disappear. “You know exactly how to drive me out of my mind.” His hand moves faster down his length and I can barely draw my eyes away from him.

I use two fingers to thrust into my center and it feels so good and like not nearly enough all at the same time. Xander continues to praise me until it almost feels like he’s here with me. Until I can tell myself it’s his fingers thrusting in and out of me, wringing pleasure from my overstimulated body.

My own eyes get heavy with pleasure as each stroke against my clit sends shocks of euphoria through my entire body. I move my hand faster and my lips part as I arch my back. My tits sway as I roll my hips against my hand. His breathing deepens as he groans my name. “Finger yourself, Emery. Fuck yourself with your hand and cry out my name when you come.”

His instructions are easy to follow as my need for release overrides my hesitation and embarrassment. It doesn’t take long before I’m clenching around my own fingers, crying his name just like he asked and he’s moaning out mine.

“Fuck,” he curses, as he pants after his release. I laugh, unable to believe I actually did that.

He grins at me, looking almost young and boyish. “I know I’ll be having sweet dreams now.”

I scrunch my nose, shaking my head as I climb out of bed to clean up quickly. “You really are something else,” I tease.

“It wasn’t actually my intention to have hot as fuck phone sex with you,” he cajoles. “I just meant to make you blush but then you went and looked so damn pretty.”

Honestly, what am I going to do with him? I’ve never seen this playful side to him in all the years we’ve known each other until the last few weeks. He calls me a brat, but I’m definitely not the only one. “You’re such a smooth talker.”

I climb back into bed, pulling the blanket over myself and he yawns again, turning the conversation to talking about my day. We talk aimlessly for I don’t even know how long. Both our eyes growing heavier.

I couldn’t even begin to guess who fell asleep first, we were both sated and sleepy and drifted off. When I wake up in the morning, I realize we’re still on Facetime and I giggle before I see half of his sleeping face. I hang up and send him a good morning text, happy to beat him to it for once.

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