We’d been home for a few weeks. Summer had come too early and while it hurt to watch the playoffs, I couldn’t stop. I knew those guys. Just because I wasn’t among them didn’t mean I could give up now. After all, I had the whole summer ahead of me to change things. That’s why I had come to Ontario.

Top-notch guys trained with Gary Roberts. Even though a lot of them were out of the playoff run, it wasn’t because they’d underperformed. One player cannot win on his own. Still I was expected to be that one player for my team, and I felt right among my new summer teammates here - not that I fit in yet, I was the new guy, after all.

I’d had a tough day of training, finishing way too low in the sprint heats for my liking. I had come here to prove that I had what these guys had, and I could carry my team if needed. It had proven tougher than expected. But when they said they were going out, of course I went. So it didn’t go unnoticed that I was standing off to one side of the club’s VIP area, as much to myself as I could be, pretending to watch the girls parading by in an endless line of tiny dresses and big hair. They were hot but I wasn’t the type to go picking up girls in bars. Not with this competition.

Tyler Seguin had a girl under each arm - no surprise there. It was just after 11 PM though and no one had told the girls he’d probably tire of them before last call and take home a different pair entirely. That guy doubled my lifetime tail tally every single week.

James Neal was the breakout star of the year, and plenty of these girls knew it. He was happy with just one girl, always brunette, who he nabbed early and held onto. Jeff Skinner stuck close to his old friend and usually went home alone. I knew how he felt. Of all the guys here, I’d pegged Skinner most likely to be my friend.

The reigning king of the place was, of course, Stamkos. Sixty goals was out of this world and instead of riding it, he worked harder than anyone. First one in, last one out, fastest and strongest and he never had to say a word. He was the man to beat and no one else came close.

Well, she was close - close to him, anyway. She was five-seven with light brown hair, blue eyes and a killer, curvy little body. Not shy either. Tonight she wore jeans against the May chill and a hot pink tank top with thin straps that was hardly a match for her rack. Just the simple act of walking set her hips rolling and her breasts jiggling just enough that every guy in the place looked at her like she was an ice cream truck full of treats. And we all knew Stamkos was ringing her bell.

Hannah.

The Stanley Cup was out of reach here, but Hannah was a very shiny prize.

“Whatcha doin, Ebs?” Stamkos wandered over, fresh beer in hand.

“Just hanging out.”

“I know you had it a little slow today, don’t worry, it’ll come. Takes some time to get used to Robs’ training.”

He smiled and I knew he’d correctly guessed that I went to sleep whimpering and woke up stiff every day. I had thrown up twice from training and that only distracted my wish to die. If I had to do one more scorpion lift with half the NHL watching, I might just take up figure skating.

“Yeah, I’m getting there.”

“I can tell you a secret, something that helps, if you want,” Steven offered. At that moment, Hannah wandered over and slipped her arm around his waist. I focused on her smile, not wanting him to catch me checking out his girlfriend’s cleavage. If she was his girlfriend at all. Either way, I didn’t think he’d want to know the thoughts running through my mind as she slipped the tiny red straw of her drink between those glossy lips.

“Hi Jordan,” she said.

“Hannah, hey. How’s it going?”

“I’ll let you guys talk,” Stamkos announced and walked off toward the bar. I briefly shook my head - if I were wrapped around Hannah, I’d rather die of thirst than let go. She took a step closer.

“How are you feeling?”

Her blue eyes were bright, the whites flashing in the low club lighting. Her hair was pushed up at the front and lifted into a high ponytail, accentuating the delicate curve of her neck. Soft, full lips caressed that straw in a completely x-rated way and I had to clear my throat lest I say something inappropriate.

“Okay. Tired, you know. Sore.”

“Yeah, Robs really works you guys hard.”

“Steven was just going to tell me something that helps... I guess he forgot.”

She let the straw slip free and half-smiled. “He didn’t forget. He meant me.”

“Uh... what?” I said stupidly.

“I can help you feel better. If you’re interested.”

I’m sure my mouth fell open and my tongue rolled out like a cartoon dog, eye bugging out of my head. I’d been propositioned pretty openly before, but always when I was sure it was happening. Girls in Edmonton had stuffed their panties in my pockets at bars and been waiting, two or three at a time, outside my hotel room when I got back. But this... maybe I was misreading it.

“I’m sure you’re a great listener, you must have heard all the guys complain.”

Her smile widened indulgently. “You’re sweet, Jordan. But that’s not what he’s talking about.” She took a step closer. “And I don’t... listen... to all the guys.”

I gulped so hard my Adam’s Apple bobbed. Hannah reached out and rubbed the hem of my t-shirt between her fingers - a simple enough gesture, except it meant she was no more than an arm’s length away and her hand was inches from my fly. Between the gleam in her eyes and the rise of her tits, it wasn’t safe to look anywhere.

Stamkos strode up behind her. I stepped back so fast I nearly stumbled. Hannah just giggled as Steven draped an arm over her shoulders. “So?”

“He was about to say yes,” Hannah answered, and I realized Steven wasn’t talking to me.

Stamkos nodded and moved toward me. I backpedalled again, but he put a hand up to show he meant me no harm. My unsteady feet stopped. Over the loud music, he had to be close to be heard.

“I see the way you look at her.”

I gaped like a fish. “All the other guys do too!” It was the worst possible excuse but all I had.

The bastard actually smiled. “Which is why you can’t leave too soon. Take your time.” He turned to Hannah. “He’s all yours.”

We both watched Stamkos leave again, then Hannah took the place just as close to my chest. I couldn’t process a single thing that was happening. Was this a test? Some kind of sick joke? Every team had their hazing rituals and I was the new guy. But a lot of teams also had a... fixer. A Specialist. We didn’t play together, but surviving the Roberts Camp had a similar team feel. Was Hannah part of the workout program?

“Hey,” she waved a hand in front of my eyes playfully. “Jordan, it’s okay. You can say no if you want.”

“Wha... what am I saying yes to otherwise?”

I wasn’t deaf, but I was feeling really dumb. In my stupor I hadn’t realized she was tugging at my shirt again until the backs of her fingers brushed the bare skin just above my jeans.

“To me.”

With her looking at me through long lashes, my heart was near to stopping. This was like a genie offering three wishes, and all three of mine would be to rub Hannah’s lamp. But genies were slaves.

“Hannah, stop. You don’t... you don’t have to do this. You don’t have to do what he wants.”

Stamkos had never struck me as a dominating kind of guy - he seemed so laid-back and genuine. But even my overloaded brain circuits were starting to gather that he had just offered me the chance to fuck his insanely hot girlfriend.

She laughed. It cut right through the fog in my mind.

“Jordan, I don’t do what he wants. I do what I want.” Her fingers touched my skin again, dragging slowly along until the grazed the hair between my belly button and my belt buckle. I shuddered.

She lowered her voice. “I’d like to do what you want.”
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He was too fucking cute. That was my problem. Jordan Eberle looked like he drank a gallon of milk for breakfast then helped old ladies cross the street on his way to the animal shelter. I’d seen the TV commercial where he taught a little girl to ride a bike in under five seconds. I was thinking about what I could teach him in that time.

He struggled a bit - both with the Roberts Camp work regimen and with fitting in. He was a superstar player and knew a lot of the guys, but it’s always tough the first time. Most of the Roberts players had done three or four years at camp. Their days of waking up shaking and staggering home weak-kneed were like scars, not fresh wounds.

Steven knew the deal. He and I were great together, but we weren’t together. I picked my spots carefully and always with his knowledge. He nearly always consented, with the agreement that I’d make it up to him in a very creative, exhausting way later. So when he caught me watching Jordan do squats in the weight room, an arrangement had been struck.

Now to seal the deal.

“I’d like to do what you want,” I told Jordan. The blush in his face was visible even in the dim club. His bushy eyebrows drew together in the center like I was speaking another language.

“Why?”

Oh God, boys could be so dumb.

“Do you want me, Jordan?” I asked balls-out. His eyes flicked from my cleavage to my face. I needed to hear him say it.

“Ye... yes,” he croaked.

I ran my hand over the soft, downy hair at the base of his stomach again. “Then why is it a surprise that I want you?”

His incredulous pause was my moment to strike.

“Do you ever think of me? When you’re....” I batted my lashes mercilessly. His body was rigid. There was no way he was going to confess on his own and then we’d never get this ball rolling.

“I have,” I admitted. “About you.”

His wide eyes were locked on mine and I knew I had him. Peeling a twenty-one year old guy’s gaze from a great pair of tits was no small feat. Now he was mine.

“If you’re not interested, all you have to do it sa....”

“I am. I do,” he blurted out, blushing harder. “I mean, I have. Thought of you.”

My index fingertip slipped behind his belt buckle, just a quarter of an inch. “What did you think about?”

For sure he was going to faint. I knew Jordan was no virgin - if he got hit on half as much as Stamkos or Neal, anyway. Seguin, forget it. Maybe the girls he liked were Skinner’s type - they baked pies on the weekend and held hands at the movies. Or maybe not.

The gap in his teeth showed because his jaw had fallen open. No one was paying us much attention - if they did, we were just talking close over the pumping music. So long as they couldn’t see me touching him. I was nearly pressed to his chest.

“Jordan,” I said as quietly as could be heard, “we can’t leave yet, or everyone will know. But it doesn’t mean we can’t use this time to... get started.”

I lifted my other hand and put it flat to Jordan’s chest, right over his heart. It was racing beneath the muscle of his strong upper body. Now someone might wonder why we were touching. But if he didn’t give in, someone might wonder why I’d disappeared to the bathroom for twenty minutes.

“It really turns me on to hear you say it.”

That part was true. Steven liked to whisper dirty ideas at inopportune moments and leave me fidgeting in wet panties for hours till he could make good on them. Now I craved it.

“Let me guess, you....”

“Stop,” he croaked, closing one surprisingly big hand around my small wrist. “Hannah, please. I’m going to lose my shit and throw you up against this wall if you don’t....”

“I like that,” I cut him off. “Tell me.”
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I was absolutely going to fucking die. Hannah was so close I could smell her skin - some dark, sweet scented lotion like chocolate and cherries. That would have been enough to make me dizzy. But the words coming out of her mouth were insane, something you pay five dollars a minute to hear from a chick with a webcam. Not from the perfect mouth of the perfect girl, whose perfect body kept brushing up against mine.

“Hannah, please. I’m going to lose my shit and throw you up against this wall if you don’t....” Even begging was turned against me.

“I like that,” she jumped in. “Tell me.”

I closed my eyes. The noise and heat and smell of her, the brush against my stomach - my senses were overloaded. Yet I didn’t want her to stop. Impossible, yes, but if Hannah wanted me this much than I would give her more.

“You’re beautiful,” I said, eyes still closed in case this wasn’t even real. “I want you so much. I have from the first day I saw you.”

Jesus, word vomit now? I might as well tell the girl I was in love with her! Alarms were shrieking in my mind when suddenly, everything went silent. Whooooosh and then nothing.

Hannah kissed me. Her cool lips pressed to mine for one perfect second and it was like dousing a fire. I blinked my eyes open. She stared back brazenly, as if daring me to do something more. Those thieving lips were slightly parted and her chest rose and fell with urgent breaths.

This really does turn her on.

“You wanted that,” she said wickedly.

I nodded.

“Any other places you’d like me to put my mouth?”

“Hannah, I... ohgod.” I nearly swallowed my tongue. With a quick move of her wrist and her body to shield it, she dropped her palm to the front of my jeans and pressed against my cock. I jumped in surprise. She pushed a little harder, I was half-hard and trembling.

“Hmm, found one.” Her voice was liquid as she gently stroked my bugle. “I bet you’d like to feel my tongue,” her finger moved back and forth over the width of my erection, just below the head, “wrapped right about here.”

In my struggled to stay alive, I nodded.

“I’m not sure I can get all this in my mouth,” her hand stroked all the way to my balls. She gave a quick squeeze and I gasped. “But I promise to have fun trying.”

“We need to go now,” I groaned as she let up the pressure. My dick throbbed in protest, spiking my blood pressure.

“You still haven’t told me how I was in your fantasies,” her breath was warm on my neck. “Did I make you very happy, Jordan?”

“Yes.”

“Did I make you come?”

“Yes.”

Her throaty laugh vibrated through me like a jackhammer. “How do you want me, Jordan?”

Fuck this. My mind was mush and my cock was hard. God knew where Stamkos was but maybe if I got Hannah half as riled up as I was, she’d want to leave right away too.

“I want you on your knees. That dirty mouth can clean up the mess it made.”

She gasped - a tiny, clipped noise straight from her lungs - and darkness pooled in her light eyes. After so much coaxing she hadn’t expected me to give in. Lust roared in my chest like a lion.

“I want to go down on you until you beg me to fuck you again, until you’re crying and coming at the same time.”

God, that was going to feel so good.

“Then I want you on your back, Hannah. I want you looking up at me, legs around my waist so I can taste myself on your mouth before I make you scream.”

The words were barely out, my entire body shaking, when Hannah crushed her mouth to fine. Her arms went around my neck and her tongue between my lips and I let her melt over me for a moment. Then I peeled her off.

Already her hair was a little mussed, one strap of her tank top askew so that even more of her perfect breast was on display. The gloss of her lower lip was smeared from kissing me.

“I want you to wait,” I growled, holding her half an arm’s length away.
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Of all the fucking... GRRRRRRRRRR!

I glared at Jordan and the bastard smiled that gap-toothed grin that made me want to tear my pants off right now. A cat on a hot tin roof would rather stay there than come down here where I was burning.

“Let’s not,” I demanded, despite Steven’s instructions.

Jordan shook his head. “We wait. So he can see what a good job I’ve done getting you all worked up.”

God that’s a hot idea, I helplessly thought. So I spun and stormed off in search of Steven. He was at the bar with his back to me; I sidled up and slipped my hand into his back pocket.

“Can I have him now?” I asked quietly. Steven gave me that megawatt grin.

“Think he’s up to the task?”

I nodded.

Steven leaned down and kissed my lips. His were different, but the kiss strummed my tight cords just the same and I shuddered slightly. “Hmmm, you are turned on,” he conceded before looking over to where Jordan stood, moving his weight from foot to foot in an attempt to get comfortable with nearly full wood in his pants.

“Okay, but go easy on him.”

I smirked through another quick kiss. “Hell no. What kind of camp is this?”
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