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  “Ugh,” Brianna cringes and steps slightly further away from Carter.

  “What?” he shrugs, “I’m saving it for later.”

  Both Brianna and I cringe but she manages to look past my brother’s foul tendencies and steps out of the doorway. “Come in,” she says, “I’ll give you a tour and then you can decide if it’s a right fit for you.”

  I follow her inside and we head off down the hallway while the boys linger in the lounge room sussing out Bobby. “So…” I hear Logan start, “You’re an athlete?”

  I drown out their conversation as I follow Brianna into the kitchen. She shows me around and I instantly fall in love with the place. “So, you’re a senior then, I’m assuming?” she asks as she heads into what would be my bedroom.

  “Yeah, a senior. Just moved from back from New York. You?” I ask as we step into the room to find a small bedroom, fully furnished with a double bed.

  “Yeah, same,” she replies. “Do you like it so far?”

  “I do,” I grin.

  “Good,” she smiles back at me. “I don’t see the point in having a car here so the garage would be all yours.”

  “I’ll take it,” I smile.

  “Really? Thank god,” she says with relief. “Do you have any idea how hard it has been to find a roommate? Bobby has run off everyone that has come so far. You’re the only one he has let through the door.”

  “Seriously?” I ask as we make our way back to the guys.

  “Yeah, he is a bit protective, though, I’m sure by the way your brothers all showed up, you know a little something about that.”

  “Damn straight, I do,” I laugh as all four sets of male eyes land on us.

  “Do you think it will ever stop?” she whispers as the boy’s eye us curiously.

  “No chance in Hell.” I grin.

  “I’m assuming since you’re not running out the door that you like it here?” Sean asks, hopeful.

  “Well, I’m guessing that Brianna here isn’t a crazy person or isn’t going to kill me in my sleep. So, taking that into account then yes, you can start unloading the truck,” I tell them, with a smile.

  “Thank, fuck,” Carter breathes as he turns on his heel and heads out to the truck with an agreeable Logan, Sean, and Bobby on his heels.

  Between the four boys, the Dodge RAM is unloaded in no time and my new room is completely set up.

  “You all good?” Logan asks as he places the last of my things down on the dining table.

  I take a quick look around and realise everything is done, apart from putting my clothes away and making the bed, though I know for a fact these idiots aren’t going to help with that. “Yeah, I’m all good,” I tell him as he pulls me into a big bear hug.

  “Be safe, Cassie Bear,” he tells me. “I have to head back to the city tomorrow but the boys will be around if you need anything.”

  “I know,” I grumble as he lets me go and makes room for Sean and Carter to say their goodbyes.

  Brianna disappears into the fridge and brings out a celebratory bottle of wine while I watch in amusement as Bobby and the boys all start exchanging numbers.

  “This is going to be interesting,” Brianna says as she comes to stand beside me to watch the comical performance.

  She hands me a glass of wine and we clink our glasses together. “It sure is,” I agree as I take a sip.

  “We’ll come watch a few games when we can,” Sean tells Bobby as he claps him on his large, beefy shoulder and steps out the door, throwing a wave over his shoulder to me. A sinking feeling begins to settle in the pit of my stomach as I know there is only one game on planet earth that my brothers would go out of their way to watch.

  “Games?” I whisper to Brianna, who I notice is far too occupied blushing at Carter as he winks at her again before also stepping out the door.

  Just freaking great.

  “Cya,” I call after them as the door closes, leaving me with Bobby and Brianna in my new home.

  Bobby is staring down at his phone when his head suddenly snaps up to me “Wait… your brother... Logan,” he clarifies, “he’s not Logan Waters, as in NHL, Pro Hockey Logan Waters?” he asks, his eyes widening in excitement.

  “Ah, yeah,” I confirm as that sinking feeling gets worse. “You know Hockey?”

  “Yeah, you could say that,” he scoffs, raising his eyebrow at me as if I should know who he is.

  Brianna rolls her eyes at her brother. “Bobby is on the Hockey team here, The Denver Dragon’s,” she explains. “He considers himself to be top shit around here, though personally, I think his ego is slightly getting in the way,” she laughs.

  “Pft, whatever,” he scoffs, walking forward and knocking his sister in the arm. “Me and Jax are campus legends this year. Especially when we bring home that Championship.”

  My whole world crumbles in on itself at the mention of his name. How the hell did I get into this situation? “You know Jaxon?” I ask as my heart rate picks up and my hands begin to sweat.

  “Yeah,” he responds, looking me over with narrowed, curious eyes. “Best friend and team Captain. Why? You one of his many conquests?” he asks with a knowing wink and cheesy grin.

  Oh, no, no, no. The one person I need to avoid this year and I’ve just moved in with his best friends’ twin sister. Great move Cass.

  “Ahhh, something like that,” I respond. “He’s someone from my past and I’d love it if he could stay there,” I tell them.

  “No worries, babe” Bobby laughs. “Jax doesn’t make a habit of repeat performances. I think you’re good,” he says, not realising how his casual comments about Jax’ sex life tears my heart to absolute shreds. He pokes around in the fridge and pulls out a Gatorade before grabbing a bag from the bench. “Anyway, I’m out of here, got to hit the gym. Nice meeting you Cass, let me know if you need anything.”

  “Uh, thanks,” I smile as he makes his way to the door. “Oh, hey,” I call after him, “Can you not mention any of this to Jax?” I beg.

  “Sure,” he laughs then make a cross over his chest like a fifth grader. “Your secret is safe with me.”

  He disappears through the door and lets it slam closed behind him. “Right,” Brianna starts as she grabs my nearly empty glass of wine and heads into the kitchen to refill it. “I know I just met you, but I saw the pain behind your eyes when Bobby was talking about Jax,” she says as she hands me back my glass. “I know there is a heartbroken story there and I have a feeling you’re in the need for a good vent.”

  “I swear, you must be my soul sister,” I laugh.

  “Good,” she smiles, “Plonk your ass down on that couch, I’ll order Chinese and once you’re finished spilling the beans on Jaxon, you can tell me all about Carter and I can steal his number from your phone.”

  “Oh, Jesus,” I groan. “I’m going to freaking love you.”

  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 whil
e 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.