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Send me a pic?
She sends me one of her knee cap.
I do love your knees, but I was hoping for a little higher up.
She sends me one of her outside thigh. She must be wearing a dress.
A little to the left.
She sends me a pic of her inner thigh.
Keep going.
She sends me a picture that cuts off right before the juncture of her thighs, and my mouth salivates for another one. Even with her panties still on. I don’t care.
“Shit, is that the girl?” Conor asks over my shoulder, and my phone drops to the bench.
I push him in the chest and grab my phone before she sends anything more revealing, and these dipshits get a glimpse at her. “Fuck off.”
“Relax, it’s her leg, not her tits.” Conor goes over to his locker. “You’re in deep, huh? Getting all hot and bothered by a thigh.” He laughs.
“He’s a goner, but still in denial,” Tweetie says across the locker room.
I check my phone, and she sends me one last picture of her one leg open and one side of her panties. God, I want to be inside her right now.
I can’t wait to lick you right there, but I have to get on the ice. Keep it wet for me.
I turn off the screen and put my phone in my bag, then finish getting ready. We all head out, Tweetie and Conor continuing to give me shit until their skates hit the ice.
“You know it’s okay to like her, right?” Henry says, falling in line with me.
I skate onto the ice, drop the puck, and practice my stick handling. “It’s not like that. We’re just having fun.”
He does the same as me, and I’m thankful because I really don’t want to have this conversation.
“You haven’t seen her yet?” I hear Tweetie asking Conor. “She’s at the building all the damn time. Dark hair, great tits, and an amazing ass.”
“Shit, she sounds hot,” Conor says, skating toward the goal.
“She is. Too bad Magic found her first. I would’ve snatched her away.” Tweetie smiles wide at me, and I shoot a puck at him. It flies up and hits him. “Now you’re acting jealous. Buy a ring already.”
“How come I haven’t heard anything much about her from you?” Conor asks, doing some warm-up stretches before we start hammering him with pucks.
“Because she’s not my girlfriend. She’s just a girl.” I hate saying that about Leigh, but I’m not the type of guy who pours his heart out to his teammates.
Henry scoffs under his breath, passing me behind the net. I’m not sure why he has so much to say about it. I don’t see him looking for the love of his life. Then again, he has to consider Bodhi as well.
“Hate to break it to you, but permanent pussy is pretty much a girlfriend,” Conor says. “Are you stringing her along?”
I stand idle and knock the puck around with my stick. I’m not playing her. She could be playing me though I guess, which shouldn’t hurt as much as it does right now. “It’s a mutual thing. Neither of us want anything serious.”
Conor looks at Tweetie, and they both laugh.
“What?” I glare at them.
“I guarantee she’s hoping you’ll change your mind. She’s probably playing hard to get to keep you chasing. She thinks she can change your mind eventually.” Conor shakes his head.
“She’s not like that. She’s different. Not a puck bunny.” I argue in her defense because to me, she is different. So different from any woman before her.
