Fake Dating My Ex's Hockey Star Brother (Maya Scott) novel Chapter 2

BRAYDON’S POV

“Asshole!” I shout, the words ripping from my throat as some guy cuts me off. I slam my hand against the steering wheel, throwing a glare in the rearview mirror, even though I know he can’t see me. Perfect. Just perfect.

I’m particularly in a bad mood today. Hell, I’ve been in a bad mood all week. Nothing seems to go right, and every little thing is just… another straw on the camel’s back.

And it’s all because my old man’s ultimatum keeps gnawing at me.

“Pass all your courses, or forget about hockey.” His voice drills into my skull. Simple, right? Like I could just flip a switch and make it happen.

I can rock Cs in most of my courses, well, except in Marketing Management and Business Ethics. If I fail those, there’s no graduation, no hockey, and worse, Bryan gets his hands on my mom’s company.

That’s exactly what he and his mother have been scheming for, and I’ll be damned if I let them take what my mom built with her own sweat and blood. The thought gnaws at me, making me want to punch something, and I can’t hold in the audible groan that escapes my throat.

I pull into my apartment lot and kill the engine. For a moment, I sit there, gripping the wheel and staring at myself in the rearview mirror.

“You got this,” I tell myself. I can do it.

Lucky for me, Justin’s kid sister, Katy, is a genius. All I need is a few sessions with her, I’ll keep my grades, and hockey stays mine. That’s the plan, the smart plan. But right now, I need something to distract me before I lose it. I nod, shove the door open, and head for my building.

I slow as I near my door, spotting someone leaning against the frame. Her head lifts, eyes locking with mine, and a smirk curls her lips.

Stacy. Exactly the distraction I ordered. I’d shot her a text twenty minutes ago, but didn’t think she’d make it so quickly. Guess not.

She’s in nothing but a jacket and lacy tights. And when a girl waits at your door dressed like that, you know damn well there’s nothing underneath.

“Took you long enough.” She shoots me a sexy smile that says I’m about to forget all about my bad day.

My gaze drags over her as I slip the key into the lock. “Is that all for me?”

Her eyes glitter. “Sure, big guy.”

I’ve barely stepped inside before her manicured fingers trail across my chest.

“How long has it been?” she purrs.

“A long time,” I answer.

Her smile widens as she shrugs out of her jacket, letting it pool on the floor. She gets on her knees and crooks a finger at me. “Come here.”

I waste no time closing the distance between us. The world outside the door, the frustrations of the day, my father’s ultimatum, my grades, all fade into a distant hum.

She takes the waistband of my jeans, her fingers teasing the button open before tugging at my zipper. A second later, my c**k springs free, a release I’ve been craving all day, and lands in her waiting hand. The feel of her fingers wrapping around me pulls a low groan from my throat.

“Go on, suck it,” I rumble.

On my command, she opens her mouth and wraps her lips around my length.

************** Two hours later, Stacy is snuggled up beside me, her head resting on my chest. She traces meaningless lines across my skin, a gesture of intimacy, but I don’t like the cuddly stuff. It makes me feel trapped. I slowly shift, dislodging her head, and search for my shorts on the floor.

“You..”

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