All Chapters of Ice Deal: Faking it with my best friend's twin brother : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

~Hayden's POV~ Her breath catches in her chest, falling out of rhythm. “Effect? I don't have any effect on men, that's crazy! I can't even get a boyfriend!” she protests, batting her lashes shyly. Oh, my naive little minx. It breaks my heart to see she has absolutely no confidence in herself. Does she know the effect she has on me? I'm standing in the middle of a sex aisle thinking about all the ways I can make her burst. “You have no idea the power you possess. You can make any man on this earth worship at your feet,” I confess, still holding her gaze. Hell, I'm ready to worship her body right now. She swallows hard, backing away from me. I pursue her. “Any man would be lucky to grovel for you,” I continue. I stop myself from adding “I'm ready to grovel for you!” “Hayden…” she murmurs. I tap her chest with a finger. “That inner goddess is in you. You just need to unlock it. And to do that, you have to understand yourself. To understand yourself, you ha

~Hayden’s POV~ My breath stalls as she pulls my slacks. “Don’t take a bath.” “Dakota….” I whisper heatedly. She is driving me insane! No, torment. This is tormenting me. She is haunting me. I bend low and bury my face in her hair, sniffling hard. The coconut scent of her shampoo fills my nostrils, making me hotter. She sweeps a finger along my naked chest, drawing circles as she moves. Every muscle in my body tenses with anticipation. My heartbeat is drumming faster; adrenaline pumping harder than it does on tough play days. I raise my head to meet her eyes. “You know, I’ve seen you shirtless a billion times and always thought you were arrogantly showing off. I never really saw you as hot but man, you are so fucking hot,” she says in a gravelly voice, running her fingers down my abs. Fuck, fuck it! I tilt my head, taking her mouth in a hot flash. She throws her hands around my neck, deepening the kiss. Her bag drops from her shoulder, landing on the floo

~Hayden’s POV~ I pull away from her, peeved. Is she serious right now? My cum is still drying in her mouth and she’s already thinking about another boy? And not just any boy, that goddamn asshole? “What?” she asks, noticing my mild irritation. I didn’t mean to be visibly upset but the sound of Elliot’s name sends me in a tailspin of fury that I can’t explain. A week ago, I wouldn’t have given a single fuck. But now, I can’t stop the rage building inside me. I’m not jealous, you know. I’m just not sure that he is the right guy for her. “Nothing, it’s just that…I don’t get what you see in him. He’s the same jerk that…” I pause, meeting her disapproving eyes. She has a long streak of mascara running down her porcelain cheeks, white cum coating her mouth, tousled hair and teary eyes. Fuck, she’s beautiful! “What? Speak your mind, I would love to hear this!” she pushes, sarcastically. I stand from the bed. “Never mind, it’s nothing!” “Don’t tell me you are mad at

~Hayden’s POV~ I fold my fists, burying my disappointment. All of this will be over in a semester? Really? All so she could be with Elliot? I’m not crazy enough to think that she’d ever accept to date me. Like, really really date me, but it doesn’t hurt any less to know that she’ll never choose me. This is all an acid trip with an expiration date. And if that’s true, I guess I have to make use of our time together for as long as it lasts. “Yeah, we can do this for a few weeks. That’s all I need to teach you sex, anyway,” I say, clapping my hands together. “I’m glad to hear that. So, what would our lessons be like?” she asks. Am I dreaming or does she have an excited edge in her voice? Is she looking forward to our lessons or is this another reason to be close to Elliot? “Well, I’ve divided our lessons into two main sections: Before and after penetrative sex.” She gasps. “Oh, we are going to really have sex? As in your thing will be inside my thing…and…” she asks, a hor

~Hayden’s POV~ “Alex, what the hell are you doing? Get back on possession! Max, are you just gonna stand there and let him ----” Dad’s gruff voice screams from the stands. It’s too late. I push past Max, skating smoothly until I come face-to-face with Elias and plunge the puck deep into the net. “Yes,” I scream, throwing my stick in the air. “Fuck!” Max curses. “Sorry guys, better luck next time,” I tease them as we skate off the rink. Dad charges toward us with an icy glare in his eye. “What the fuck was that? Huh? What was that? You still wanna make it to the postseason, right?” he starts berating. Practice is usually intense and gruelling with Dad. With the preseasons coming up, we are not leaving anything to chance. Yet, sometimes, I think we all know the chances of us making it to the postseason is extremely slim. BLUESIDE SHARKS has never been a winning team. Sometimes, I think we are cursed. For years, the town has battled to make it to the nationals