Chapter 2
Jaxon
My alarm screeches on the bedside table and I sit up with a groan as I fumble around in the dark trying to shut the damn thing off.
“Mmm, what time is it?” A voice grumbles beside me.
My head whips in the direction of the feminine voice. My eyes straining to see in the early morning darkness but its right there. A butt naked silhouette of the chick I fucked last night. God dammit. They should know the routine by now.
They strip, they get the screw of their life, they get their bragging rights and then they fucking leave. They don’t get to sleep in my bed and cuddle in the middle of the night. That isn’t me. But of course, I must admit it has happened a few times but only because I passed out and had no say in the matter, which, naturally, doesn’t count.
“Oi,” I call to the girl and give her a nudge. “Time to go, honey.”
“What?” She moans, rolling over and giving me a nice view of her tits. “It’s like the middle of the night,” she complains.
“So? I got shit to do. You should have been gone hours ago,” I say, getting up and flicking on the lights while I move around my room and find my running clothes.
“But, I thought I could help you start your morning off real nice,” she purrs, moving across the room towards me and rubbing her used body up against me. She runs her nails down my naked chest and grabs my dick through my shorts. “Come on, come back to bed. You can take me any way you want.”
I grab her by the waist and spin her around. She lets out an aroused moan as I walk us towards the foot of my bed. Her ass comes pushing back onto my dick and I push her to her knees on the bed. She lets out an excited gasp as my hand presses down on her back, forcing her to drop her chest to the bed. Her ass up in the air with her already wet pussy perfectly on display.
“Is this what you want?” I ask, slowly running my hand up the back of her thigh and narrowly missing her centre.
“Yes,” she whimpers into the sheets of my bed as her hands ball into fists in anticipation.
I slide my hand over her ass. “Is this where you want it?”
“God, yes,” She begins to beg as she pushes her ass back into my hands. Mmm, fucking tempting.
“Right here? Hard? Fast?”
“YES,” she screams. “Give it to me.”
“You know what I want, babe?” I murmur.
“What?” she groans. “I’ll do anything,” she promises, acting like an A-Class hooker.
“I want you…” I start slowly, “To get the fuck out like I asked you to five minutes ago.” She gasps but I continue on. “Thanks for the offer babe, but you’ve made me late for my boys,” I explain.
I grab my shoes while the girl watches me in shock. I head straight for the door, not bothering with a shirt, because let’s face it, it’s going to end up tucked into my shorts by the end of my run. “You better be gone by the time I’m back,” I call over my shoulder as the door closes behind me.
I hear the girl let out a frustrated cry before screaming out what a jerk move that was and yeah, I agree, but seriously, all the chicks around here know the deal and if they don’t that’s their problem, not mine but I’ll repeat it for those who don’t understand. I, Jaxon Payne, do not do repeat performances. Well, at least, not anymore. I’ve only ever allowed one chick in and I ended up a shattered version of myself. Jokes on me, but there is one thing you can count on. I will never let it happen again.
I rush down the stairs and quickly stop by the bathroom to take a piss and wash that chick off me before slipping out the front door to meet my boys at the track.
“Whoa, Captain… Have a sleep in, did you buddy?” Bobby teases the second I come into view while he looks down at his wrist and makes a show of the time.
“You fucking wish,” I grin as I jog to meet up with them.
“Where you been then?” Xander, our newest recruit asks.
“Fucking chicks, man. They just don’t get it. I’m here for a good time, not a long time,” I reply.
“Damn straight,” he murmurs and holds out his fist. “Hit it and quit it.”
“Fuck yeah,” I laugh as I bump his fist. “Eat it and beat it,” I chuckle as I take off, leading the group in our daily morning run.
The boys laugh along as they fall in behind me. “Hump it and Dump it,” Aaron adds.
“Nail and Bail” the new sophomore calls out.
And so it begins. Hockey player after hockey player adding their own saying, trying to out-do the guy before.
“Fuck it and Chuck it,” someone in the back says.
Xander laughs behind me. “Hit the crack and don’t look back?” he supplies.
“Slam it and Scram it,” another calls out.
“Blow your load and hit the road,” comes from Shorty, which I must admit has me holding back a grin.
“Pft, please…” Bobby laughs. “You’re all freaking amateurs.”
“This is going to be good,” I scoff to myself.
Unable to help himself, the grin cracks across his face before he has even started. “Ejaculate and Evacuate,” he announces proudly, making the boys double over in laughter and crown him the synonym king.
Needing the boys to get back on task and concentrate on their run, I take off a little faster, knowing without a doubt they will do everything to keep up and just as I thought, each and every one of them zip their lips and gets serious about their work.
We loop around campus twice before stopping at the track field and getting started on some drills for agility and speed. Anything to help us take out the championship once again. We run sprints and work on footwork before looping around campus once again and finishing where we started, giving us each enough time to head home, grab breakfast and a shower before leaving for our morning classes then finally our first on-ice practice for the season.
I get home and rush through breakfast. I dash up to my room and am pleased to find the chick from this morning has disappeared. I walk into my room and kick off my runners to notice my phone sitting neatly in the centre of the made bed.
My eyebrows pull down in suspicion as I grab my phone and unlock it. I find the picture gallery app open with a new video. My eyes widen in shock as I hit play to see the chick from earlier finishing herself off, a wicked grin across her face. I consider keeping the video for my spank bank before realising if something like this was connected to my name, I’d lose my shot at the NHL. I hit delete on the video and double check that she hasn’t sent it out from my phone. All good.
With a shake of my head, I throw my phone down and head to the bathroom for a shower. I emerge not long after and before I know it I’m sitting in my business class scrolling through Facebook and waiting for the lecture to finish.
The day drags by but eventually, I end up in the locker room, suiting up for practice.
“Payne,” Coach Harris hollers from the door of the locker room. “Get your ass in my office. 5 minutes.”
“Yes, Coach,” I reply, even though he is long gone.
I get my skates on and take my stick and helmet out to the ice and leave them by the barrier before heading up the long hallway to Coach’s office.
“What’s up, Boss?” I ask as I push my way through the door.
He looks up and gives me a quick nod. “Take a seat, kid,” he says, indicating towards the chair opposite his desk with his pen.
I do as I’m told but can’t help but notice last seasons ‘Boys of Hockey’ calendar up on the wall, open to the page of last year’s Captain, Miller Cain. Coach notices what has caught my eye and groans. “Really, Coach? Didn’t realise you were into that kind of thing.”
“Cut that shit out,” he says. “Dani put it up and kept putting it up every time I pulled it down. Got to the point where I couldn’t be fucked anymore,” he explains, “God, I miss that little spitfire.”
“I hear ya, boss,” I agree. “Now, what can I do for you?” I ask, anxious to get on the ice.
“Just making sure you have your head screwed on this season?” he starts. “I don’t want any repeats of last year. You were a loose cannon and we can’t afford any fuck ups if we’re going to defend our trophy.”
“I agree,” I tell him straight out. “Miller was the best Captain this team has had in ages and I’m going to do everything I can to follow in his footsteps. You can count on me, Coach,” I promise him.
“Good. If you’re going to go pro then I can’t be dealing with stories about my Captain getting wasted at parties and having threesomes in his friend’s rooms,” he warns, pointing out a particular incident from last season.
“Yes, Coach.”
“Now I’m not saying you can’t enjoy yourself. After all, this is your senior year of college. I just need you to keep in control and think about the consequences of your actions. You have a future to think about now. Understood?”
“Understood,” I reply.
“Good, now get your ass out on the ice. You have drills to run,” he orders.
“On it, Coach,” I say as I escape his office and consider his words only to realise that for the first time, I honestly mean it. I will do anything it takes to make sure I sign a contract at the end of the season, even if that means my manwhore, drunken partying ways are over. Well, to a certain extent at least, after all, I’m still a man.
I step on the ice and glide out into the centre, feeling my blades cut through the ice. I instantly feel at home. Nothing is more natural to me than being on the ice.
“Gather round boys,” I call out and watch in amusement as the team create a semi-circle around me and grab a knee. I go through the warm-up portion of our session and order a freshman to grab the pucks and pull the goals into place. I explain the few drills we’ll be running and dismiss the boys to get started.
They instantly fall out and get stuck into their work. I could get used to this.
I fall in line with the boys, pushing them to their limits and encouraging the stragglers, doing everything in my power to ensure I have the best team at my disposal this year.
Following training, the boys and I collapse into the locker room, absolutely exhausted from the massive first day. Bobby takes a seat next to me as he leans down to start untying his skates.
“Great session, man,” he says, “It’s going to be a killer season.”
“Yeah, I freaking hope so,” I laugh. “What’s your plans for tonight?” I ask.
“Bri’s making dinner,” he explains.
“Oh yeah, what’s on the menu?” I ask, standing up and pulling off my sweaty jersey.
He ignores my question and I smirk in response. He knows I would never touch his sister but the over-protective brother in him will never quit. “She’s finally got a roommate,” he tells me.
“Bullshit,” I laugh. “There’s no way you actually approved of someone.”
“Seriously,” he grins back at me. “Though, in the end, I don’t think I really had a say in the matter. Bri fell in love with the chick straight away. I swear they’ve known each other for like 3 days and they’re already joined at the hip,” he says with an affectionate smile, one only his twin sister can bring out.
“Shit,” I say. “That’s great and all, but is the chick hot?”
“Smokin’ hot but she’s too good for your sorry ass. You’ll be keeping away from this one,” he warns.
“Come on, man. I’ll just test the waters. Just dip one toe in,” I grin.
He bursts out laughing. “Fuck man,” he says, getting up and grabbing his things. “You have no clue how freaking ironic that is.”
“Huh?” I ask, completely lost but all I get is a secretive smile and a shake of his head before he disappears out of the locker room, leaving me as curious as ever about Brianna’s new roommate, but not curious enough to investigate tonight. I’m freaking exhausted.
“Cya bright and early, boys,” I call out as I grab my things.
They all give me exhausted responses and pathetic waves but I don’t bother to bust their balls on it, after all, I’m feeling just as worn out as they are.
I head out the locker room and jump in my truck. Before I know it, I’m pulling up at my door, scoffing down the quickest dinner and collapsing in my bed so I can do it all again tomorrow.