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Chapter 2

Jenna

I feel like a spring that's about to snap. The tension is building in my abdomen. I can feel my breathing quicken. He knows exactly what he's doing. All I see is the top of his head as he trails kisses down my chest, across my stomach, and just below my waist. My panties are quickly discarded as his hands work painfully slow down to where I need them the most. He nips at my inner thigh, and I arch off of the bed, pressing myself closer to him. I hear him chuckle before he darts his sinful tongue out of his mouth and grows ever closer to my aching core. Just as he's about to land right where I need him, the annoying and persistent sound of my phone echoes through the room. I choose to ignore it and focus my attention back to the man between my legs. I hear the annoying sound again.

My eyes flash open, and I look down. No, no, no, no, no, no! Why!????

I was so close! And now I have to face the reality that it was all just a dream- a hot, sensual, ridiculously accurate dream. I didn't even get to see his face- the face of the sexy dream man who was so close to giving me what I wanted. All I know is he was incredibly skilled in the art of foreplay, and his tongue was about to unravel me. My phone is still sounding on my nightstand, and instantly I'm irritated. I don't have to work until later. Who the hell is trying to call me right now?

Dammit! Whoever that is will have hell to pay for interrupting that dream.

I pick my phone up and look at the name scrawled across my screen, silently cursing him for so rudely intruding on my sleep.

I swipe over my screen to answer the call. "For the love of God, this had better be good, Chase."

I hear the voice of my roommate on the other end of the line. "Hey, Tay, can you bring my jersey to the arena? I thought I had one in my bag, but I was wrong."

Seriously!? I got pulled from dream man for a freaking jersey!? I sigh. "I'll bring it, but you owe me."

Chase huffs out a relieved breath. "Thank you, Taylor! You're the best! And sorry for waking you up."

Dang, right you are! "Yeah, yeah. I'll bring the jersey over soon. Sit tight."

After hanging up with Chase, I try to shake off my frustration as I pull on a pair of leggings and my running shoes. I find the jersey in one of Chase's duffle bags and head out the door. I love him like a brother, but sometimes I just want to strangle him. That dream was just getting good.

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When I make it to the arena, I head straight to the team locker room, greeting a few people I know on my way. Once outside the door that I need, I turn the knob and crack the door open slightly. It's not open enough that I can see inside, just enough that I can shout my warning before entering.

"Alright, boys, if you don't want me to see your junk, cover up now! I'm coming in!"

I pause for a solid five seconds before pushing the door open and going inside. My warning is rewarded with several laughs from the guys, but they were smart enough to cover themselves. They all know me by now. They know if I say I'm going to do something, then I'm going to do it. Everyone is already changed or mostly changed when I get inside, except for Damien- one of the goalies- who is standing by his locker proudly, showing off the fact that he is only wearing his jockstrap. I resist the urge to roll my eyes at his smirk and focus my attention on the person I'm here to see- or strangle; I still haven't decided yet- Chase.

He's waiting patiently by his locker. I stalk over to him and give him his jersey, reminding him that he owes me big time. I also mention that he interrupted a very good dream, and for that, I may never forgive him. He laughs at my confession after thanking me for doing him this solid and apologizes again for waking me up.