Semua Bab Ice Deal: Faking it with my best friend's twin brother : Bab 51 - Bab 60

~Dakota’s POV~ I know I shouldn’t let myself be drawn back into his nest, he is a viper and he’ll sting me again when I least expect it, but he is also touching me in ways no one else has ever touched me and I can’t really think clearly right now. We are surrounded by an entire crew yet it feels like we are the only ones left in the world. I had to stop myself from moaning out loud when his fingers found my skin again. He trails pure heat down my spine. He’s taking his sweet time like he’s luxuriating in this moment and wants it to be frozen in time. His lips expel hot breath against my earlobes, sending shocking shivers down my spine. It takes hard work to control my breathing and stop my chest from rising and falling fast. I didn’t want to expose the effect he has on me to everyone in here, especially not to him. “Can I get you to put a hand around her face like this?” the shoot director instructs, taking Hayden’s hand and place it around my lower face. He grips

~Dakota’s POV~ The car ride to the cinema is mostly quiet. I stare out of the window lost in my thoughts about the deal we just made. Honestly, I think Hayden's overestimating himself. This is the same boy who has never kept a relationship. The same one who used to openly brag about his inability to maintain a relationship. The same one who was so opposed to having a relationship that he had to invent a fake one just to clean up his image. Ha! I bet he won't even last the semester before he gives up or gets bored or does some stupid shit that'll make him lose this bet. I've had to accept the rumors on campus about him are true: Hayden's for fun times not a long time. I just need to get the good times out of him and get the hell out of this deal before he ruins me. I don't need him to hold my hands, take me out on dates and be a “normal” boyfriend; I just need him to slam me head-first into his pillow and take me from behind. “A penny for your thoughts?” his voice pu

~Dakota’s POV~ “Too slow, run it again!” yells Mr. Thornhill in his drill sergeant voice. Hayden picks up speed, skating on ice like a warrior. He chucks the puck into the net. I leap up, clapping for him like one of those smitten puck bunnies. Mr. Thornhill, however, isn't impressed. He glances at his stopwatch, frowning. “That's not gonna do it!” Another run around the ice. Another hurl of the puck into the net. “Again!” Mr. Thornhill yellls. I hear Hayden grunt, grim determination in his stride. Shooting drills with Mr. Thornhill are no joke. He's always pushed Hayden to the limits but watching it now, something feels off. I can't shake the frightening concern that wrapped itself around my heart. Every time Hayden groans in pain, I feel it hit me. I've never been so invested in Hayden's game nor have I ever had to worry about him on the rink. He's always been a different beast on ice. Cold, focused, calculating, fast. His game IQ is off the charts h

~Dakota’s POV~ Hayden's eyes darken. “Dakota, do you even know what you're asking!?” My head is all foggy and clouded by unspeakable desire for him. I'm not sure I'm even in my right mind. There's no explanation for the depraved fantasies in my head. It's not the alcohol, it's all me. Yes, I had his cock in my mouth. Yes, I can feel his big veins and his pulsing thickness. I'm used to the velvety texture, salty taste, pretty colors of his dick. But I want more. I want him to fuck me. I want him to move, to thrust, to pound away into my mouth like he would any other experienced girl. I don't want to be babied all the time and have him hold my hand through this. How else am I gonna learn if not by practical examples? So far, he's avoided burying himself down to the hilt in my mouth, probably because he's scared I'd throw up. “I'm not a flower, Hayden, I won't wilt?” I tell him now, stroking his hard cock. I circle his sensitive tip with my overstimulated tongue.

~Dakota’s POV~ “I'm very confused. You guys still haven't fucked!? This entire time!? What have you been doing then!?” Heather's baffled voice comes from my bed. She sounds surprised. I guess anyone would be. It hadn't even occured to me that Hayden had not had sex, real sex, since we agreed to this arrangement weeks ago. He's usually parading around with his daily pick of the puck bunnies but ever since we got together, he had been forced to stop to sell our relationship. So, he hasn't actually fucked for weeks. His patience with me has been truly exemplary. The fact that he had turned me down multiple times is both baffling and impressive. I dump more clothes on my bed, practically emptying out my wardrobe. “I don't know, we've been taking it slow. He's been teaching me stuff I need to know before we get to the sex part!” I reply, anxiously. I can't seem to make up my mind on what to wear. Heather's on my bed, supposed here to help me choose, but she isn't being m