Chapter 43

JAX

It'sa jock filled party and I don't want to be here.

These early afternoon parties are something else.

They'll rage into the night, past midnight, but getting there early just sets the stage for more time for bad decisions.

My presence alone is a bad decision.

In fact, I'm the only one from the hockey team here.

Well, the only one that matters.

Some of the younger guys are here, hoping to hook up with pretty girls, drink until they puke, and find a place to cement their feet in the world of Puckford University.

All they need to do is watch and learn behind us, because we're out of here sooner rather than later.

I'm only here for one reason.

A cheerleader.

I stand with my back against a wall, one foot up, and I scan the room.

The cheerleaders all flock together.

Bubbly and beautiful.

Such high-maintenance girls, but that's what I need right now.

I lock eyes with a green-eyed girl. She smiles.

Her blonde hair is twisted up into a bun on the top of her head.

Her eyelashes are a mile long and she has little glitter things next to her eyes.

I sip my drink and look away.

I'll see if she's ready or not.

Two seconds later she's walking toward me.

"The least you can do is get me a drink if you're going to stare at me like that, Jax," she says.

It's a little bit of an odd feeling at times when people know your name but you don't know theirs.

I grin at her.

"Of course you don't know my name. You're the kind of guy I should stay away from."

"Nobody pushed you over here," I say.

"Going to get me that drink?"

"I've got one better for you," I say as I push away from the wall. I inch closer to her. "There's no way you're enjoying yourself at this party."

"You have a better party to go to?"

"Private party. Only two people invited."

"Wow. You're fast. You don't know my name and you're already inviting me back to your dorm."

"Let me put it to you this way. I was just at a funeral yesterday. Nothing like that to remind you of how quick life can fly right by. So maybe I'm not in the mood to do the flirty little games right now. Staring back and forth. Getting a drink. Sneaking a touch. A kiss. That whole game."

"Are you using your teammate's father's death to try to get into me?"

I smile. "Is that a problem with you?"

"Fundamentally, yes," she says. "But it just so happens I'm not in a fundamental mood."

I have no idea what that means.

"So does that mean we're out of here?" I ask.

"I don't know. Make your move."

I slip my left hand around her waist and start to walk. The first person I see, I hand them my drink cup.

And we're out of the house.

It's a quick walk across campus where the cheerleader and I exchange a few flirty kisses here and there.

She likes to jump in front of me and have me pick her up.

She grabs my arms and squeezes my muscles.

Which is fine by me.

I need her to grab, claw, bite, do whatever the fuck she needs to do.

I just want to get her off.

And I want to get off too.

Clear my head.

Rid myself of some invasive thoughts.

The cheerleader hugs my arm. "Holly."

"What?"

"That's my name. Holly. You should know it."

"Why is that?"

"Maybe I want you to scream my name."

"You think you can make me do that?"

She turns in front of me again.

She grabs the top of my jeans and pulls herself against me.

"What about right here?" Holly purrs. "I've never done anything crazy in public before. I'll get on my knees…"

"Tempting," I say. "But I'm already in hot water with the university over some stuff."

"Okay. Noted. Save the blow job for when we're in private."

"I like the way you think, Holly. I made the right choice tonight."

She laughs. "Wow. Am I supposed to be honored? You chose me?"

She bats her eyes at me and starts to skip around.

I swoop in and scoop her up.

She's in my arms. I've already kissed her. I know what her mouth tastes like.

Yet right then and there I get this odd sense about me.

Almost like when I thought about hooking up with Willow.

The way she and I couldn't make it happen.

"You okay?" Holly asks.

"Perfect," I lie. "Just can't wait to get you back to my room. Will you do a cheer for me?"

"Of course," she says. I put her back on her feet. "I bet I can do a cheer that will make your dick hard."

"Naked cheerleading," I whisper. I smile.

Holly winks at me and starts to walk faster.

She doesn't know where I live so I have to catch up.

I grab her by the hand and we basically break out into a jog to get to my dorm.

As soon as we do - boom - her shirt is off.

She's wearing a hot-pink bra that just somehow fits her personality… fits her cheerleading vibe and all that.

She rocks her hips left to right, hooks her thumbs into the sides of her jeans, and walks toward me.

"You should sit down," she says. "Enjoy this part…"

"I'm not sitting down," I say. "You're going to get on your knees. Like you said you would."

Holly's eyes light up.

She reaches back to take off her bra.

I love the moment the clasp is undone. Her tits push forward, ready to be seen. Played with. Kissed. Maybe even fucked…

She's teasing me now. Moving slow. Smiling.

She's waiting for me to lose my mind and just grab her and take her.

I inch forward…

My door flies open.

Holly turns her head.

I look.

Oh, shit… Mila is here…