Chapter 25 Ultimatum
Shawn’s POV
What the fuck did I just do?
The question keeps echoing in my head over and over again with every step I take toward the training rink. My lips still burned from the brutal kiss against Rafe’s lips, my hand still smeared wet from the way I’d wrapped it around Rafe’s cock and stroked him until he was leaking and desperate.
But worst of all, my own dick was still half-hard in my pants because I had promised him…stupidly promised to fuck him hard tonight in our dorm room.
Shit!
Shit!!!
I was supposed to be warning him to stay the hell away from me, telling him to his face that night was nothing but a foolish mistake. Instead, I had growled in his mouth that his ass belonged to me and then left him standing there aching and begging.
“How stupid could you be, Shawn?” I muttered to myself more than anyone, running a hand through my hair in frustration as I tried to shake off the image of Rafe’s wrecked expression out of my head.
I couldn’t afford to be distracted. Not now. Not with the game against the Seattle Krakens coming up very soon…and definitely not with Avery waiting for—
“Shawn!”
The sound of a familiar voice barking my name sliced through my spiraling thoughts as I pushed open the rink door.
What the—
The rink was empty now. No teammates. No Coach Ramirez. The only sound heard was the faint him of the refrigeration system and the echo of my skates on the boards.
“Where is everyone?” I asked, scanning the deserted benches.
“Coach Ramirez called off early,” Avery replied quickly, taking a step closer to me, “he said you guys looked like shit and needed rest against tomorrow’s brutal training. Everyone cleared out about ten minutes ago.”
“O…okay, I’ll just grab my bag so we’ll head out.”
I tried to walk past her toward the bench where my gear was lying motionless, but her hand shot out and gripped my wrist, spinning me around to face her.
Before I could pull away, she leaned in close, pressing her body flush against mine. “Baby, you’ve been so distracted lately,” she hissed, her voice dropping into that sultry tone she knew usually worked on me as he fingers began trailing lazy lines down my chest.
“But that night in the dorm… God, Shawn. The way you fucked me? So deep and rough. Best sex we’ve ever had! And I can’t stop thinking about it…because I want you again. No one will see us.”
My stomach dropped the second she said those words. “Avery…are you serious? Anyone could walk back in. Coach, the staff, and security. It could end my career in one second.”
She didn’t back down, if anything, she rose on her toes, pressing her soft breasts against my chest as her lips brushed teasingly along my jaw. One of her hands slid down my training shorts, her fingers tracing the waistband of my pants before cupping my cock firmly through the fabric.
“Come on, baby.” She whispered into my ears, stroking my cock in slow, deliberate motions that made my breath hitch. “I can’t get that night out of my head…the way you fucked me so deep and rough in the dorm. I’m so wet right now just thinking about it.”
I try to pull back, but Avery doesn’t give me the chance. Her hips began rolling sensually against mine, grinding her core against my thigh while her hand continued its slow, teasing strokes.
She moaned into my ears, then kissed down my neck, “fuck me right here on the ice, baby…I’ll bend over the boards for you. Make me scream your name the way you like it…loud, shameless, until my legs shake. Please, Shawn… I need you inside me again.”
Avery Whispering those filthy words should have done something to me like they used to, but right now they felt wrong…wrong. Without meaning to, I stepped back sharply, pushing her hands away.
“Stop,” I barked, my voice coming out harsher than intended. “Just fucking stop, Avery.”
The second the words left my mouth, Avery’s eyes widened in shock, hurt flashing across her face.
“Shit—!” I immediately closed the distance between us, reaching for her shoulders. “I’m sorry baby…I didn’t mean to snap like that. I’m just… tense about training and stuff. My head’s not right.”
“That’s what you always say lately!” She barker, shoving my hands away from her, “Shawn for two months now you’ve been different, you barely touch me unless I force it…” her voice cracked slightly. “Are you cheating on me?”
A humourless laughter tears out of me before I can stop it, trying to sound casual even as guilt twists in my gut. “Cheating? No. Of course not, where is this all coming from?”
“Then why won’t you meet my parents?” She snapped back, her arms crossed tightly across her chest. “Why won’t you propose for real? You gave me that promise ring two years ago, Shawn. We’ve been together for three years…three fucking years!”
“I’m not ready for that right now, Ave. My career is at its peak, the most important game of my life will soon happen…” I paused for a moment, forcing out the words even though they tasted bitter on my tongue…
“…this could be my breakout season, so I can’t be thinking about meeting parents and weddings when I need to be focused on hockey.”
Avery stepped closer again, but this time there was nothing good about the look in her eyes. “I don’t give a fuck about your hockey career, Shawn. It’s been three years since you promised we’ll get married and if you must meet my parents tonight, whether you like it or not. Or we’re done.”
For a moment, I stood there, dumbfounded. Not because of the ultimatum itself. What hit me like a punch to the face was the realization that I had already promised Rafe we would fuck tonight.
And no matter how much I hated to admit it…I wanted it so bad too. I wanted to pin him down in our dorm, bury myself deep inside his ass while he begs for more.
I wanted to remind him exactly who his ass belonged to.
Fuck!
What was I supposed to tell Avery now?
“Shawn!” Avery’s voice barking my name cuts through my thoughts instantly, snapping her fingers in front of my face. “Where the hell is your head at right now? I’m standing here telling you our relationship is on the line and you’re distracted again!”
“I—“
I opened my mouth to give a reply—some half-formed excuse about why I couldn’t meet her parents tonight, when the rink door swung open with a loud creak.
Rafe walked in.
He was still in his practice gear, his knuckles wrapped in a bandage from the injury in the bathroom earlier. His hands flickered to mine, then to Avery, before landing on me again.
Avery didn’t hesitate one bit as she rushed over to him, grabbing his arm like he was an ally.
“Finally, thank God someone’s here. You must be his teammate right? Better talk some sense into him, because he must choose…either he meets my parents tonight or this relationship is over.”
For a split second, Rafe didn’t utter a word in response, raw shock flashed across his face as he opened his mouth to speak.
“You mean… tonight?”