Mag-log in~Hayden's POV~Shane's bar is filled to the brim with drunk hockey fans dancing and celebrating loudly. Tyga's “Ayy Ladies” drums hard against the walls. Elias is at the center of it all. He is standing on a wobbly table downing beer bottles, screaming “BLUESIDE FOREVER!” As I make my way through the crowd looking for Dakota, girls flock to me like bees to honey. They pull at me from every corner. “Good game, Hayden!” everyone echoes, parting my shoulders or chest and forcing beers into my hands. I'm exhausted by the fanfare by the time I find Heather. She lights up when she sees me. “There you are! I was beginning to think you wouldn't show up,” I whisper into her ears after she threw her hands around my neck. I fold her into my embrace, burying my face in the nape of her neck. “I wouldn't miss it for the world mostly because I owe you an orgasm!” she whispers back in a sensual tone. Blood rushes to my groin as her scent explodes into my nostrils, traveling to my membranes.
~Dakota’s POV~ He wraps his hand around my throat, pressing me harder into the door behind me. “Oh yeah? You missed me? How much did you miss me?” he teases me. The sweet sensation of his voice and stubbled jaws caressing my earlobes is just enough to make me burst. I bury my face in the nape of his neck, drinking in the smell of his sweat. I run a flicker of my tongue along his skin, tasting him. He flinches. “Dakota…” I grin against his skin. I know he loves when I taste him like this. I’m not even sure I can explain why I love the smell and taste of his sweat. I just do. I can’t get enough. He loves that I can’t get enough. I rub my hand along his dick. “I missed you so much, I was going insane.” I feel him tense up, a guttural groan escaping his mouth. “Fuck. I don’t have a condom.” “I do,” I say, fishing out the package from my purse. He grabs it from me, rolling it onto himself while my purse falls to the ground. Done, he spins me around against th
~Hayden's POV~ “Hayden, tell us, what was your headspace like today? I mean…two goals, and a game-winning assist. What were you thinking out there!?” I recognize the reporter asking this question. Peter Langley, one of my favorites. I flash him a quick smile. “Well, Peter, I was just thinking how much fun Curtis and the rest of the Wolves would have watching us advance from their couches when we send them packing from the tournament!” I reply. Everyone laughs simultaneously. I know my answer’s a little cocky, overconfident and rude, but could you imagine what Curtis would've said if he had won? The egotistical bastard would've flamed me without a shred of regret. In the past, he had never spared me from media roasts. Media blitz is my least favourite part about playing but today, I'm in a good mood. I think I deserve to let out a few pops at Curtis and St. Luke. “The last time you played Curtis at the preseason, you lost, and the time before that, he blew you out of
~Dakota's POV~ By the end of the second period, I can barely stand on my feet. The game is tied 2-2. Adrenaline rushes through me. I can't even begin to imagine what the players are going through as they shuffle off the rink for the break. Hayden is playing with my hair band around his wrist, tugging it absent-mindedly like he always does when he's nervous. His entire body is terse. His helmet isn't off so I can't see his face but I'm pretty sure he's berating himself for the Wolves’ second goal. The crowd is deafening. The cheers, the boos, the taunts had floated throughout the intense opening game between Blueside Sharks and their longtime rivals, St. Luke's Gray Wolves. I've almost lost my voice from all the screaming. For the first time in a long while, I've been possessed by the puck bunny spirit. The excitement is making my body shake. Dressed in Hayden's jersey with Heather by my side, I'd watched the game with a knot in my stomach. I'd flinched at every m
~Hayden's POV~ I sense her presence in my room before I even opened the door fully to find her on my bed, sniffing my shirt, touching herself. Fuck. For the first few seconds, she doesn't even register my presence. I stand by the doorway, watching her writhing in bed. Her fingers make slick wet sounds as they thrust in and out of her pretty cunt. Arousal coils through my body. Even though I'm exhausted from a gruelling practice, I can't help but feel a renewed energy surging through me at the sight. My cock stirs, fattening rapidly. She moans a little, adjusting herself into a doggy position. “I love the view!” I murmur, startling her. She springs up, finally noticing me. “Shit!” she curses. She falls into bed, covering herself with my blanket. I laugh at her reaction, stepping into the room. I dump my practice bag on the floor, walking to the bed. “What are you doing here, Hayden!?” she cooes from under the blanket. I settle on the edge o
~Dakota's POV~ My mouth hangs open. I can't really find the right answer to Heather's question. I've obsessed over Elliot since freshman year. He is my ideal man. Or was. I can't really tell anymore. But at some point, I've dreamt of kissing Elliot, dating him, and eventually losing my virginity to him. If I hadn't catastrophically blown my first sexual encounter with him, things with Hayden wouldn't have changed so much. I would've still hated Hayden. He would never have gotten the chance to shatter my dream of being with Elliot. But he did. And now all I can't even fantasize about Elliot anymore. All I can think about is Hayden even when he isn't paying me any attention or proving that this can turn out to be something real. I know, in the back of my mind, that Hayden is the wrong guy for me. I know that, despite his bold declarations, he is incapable of turning out to be the right guy for me. I know this. Still, I can't stop thinking about him. This isn't me.







