Chapter 55: Sawyer

It’s a truth universally acknowledged that to be the best on game day, you need to be so pent up that you’re ready to commit murder if you don’t release the tension. That’s why we don’t have sex or drink or party until the game ends. So imagine how shocked I am when I get to the team bus feeling loose and pumped and my head clear.

“What’s with you, Becket?” Channing says when I step onto the bus.

“Nothing.” I say, trying to stop myself from smirking.

If I tell them, they’ll hound me. Athletes are huge on superstition, and I just broke one. They’ll be in the mindset that we’re about to lose before we even get to the rink.

“Alright! We’re up against West College today, and as most of you know, there is no good blood between us. We aren’t playing dirty or taking any low shots. We need to play clean. The refs are going to be watching you boys like a hawk, and we can’t afford to lose this one. Got it?” He yells.

“Yes, coach!” We shout together.

“Good.” He steps aside when Bryn walks onto the bus. “Miss Raven, thank you for joining us today. I’m glad the sports medicine department could spare you for the game today.”

“I hope you won’t need me.” She says with a smile.

Her eyes find me instantly, and her face slowly turns a bright pink. She turns and takes a seat in front instead of coming to sit with me.

“Trouble in paradise, Becket?” That asshole Davis says, looking smug as hell.

I guess slugging him hasn’t taught him a good enough lesson. He’d been keeping his distance for a while, but now the bruises have healed, and so has his stupidity. Still, I’m riding a pretty good high, so I just smile at him.

“Jealousy isn’t a good look on you, Davis. Still to looking like an asshole, it suits you.” It’s a childish comeback, but whatever.

He scowls. “Fuck you Becket.”

“It’s Raven.”

“What?” He sounds stupid as fuck.

“I said it’s Raven. I took Bryn’s last name and I’ve been practicing in my new jersey long enough for you to remember. Don’t insult my wife like that again.” I warn him…kindly.

“Why the fuck would you take a chick's name? You’re a man. She takes your name when you get married. She becomes yours. That’s the problem with women these days. They think even when they get married they don’t need to take the man’s last name. That’s how it’s always been and it should stay the same. Chicks have screwed up enough stuff as it is. Now they want to show their independence by keeping their last names? Don’t they know that was their father’s name, and his father and all the men in her family? So she isn’t really free from being marked by a man’s name.” He goes on for a while, but I decide to tune him out.

The guys argue with him and a couple of his friends back him up, but it’s a fucking stupid discussion. He might be right about a girl have her father’s last name, but I made my choice. Bryn didn’t ask or demand it. I wanted it, and I’m not going to let this guy make me feel bad about it. Instead, I decide to mess with Bryn a little.

***Me: What you doing up there, cutie?***

I watch her lower her head, and a second later, she replies.

***Wifey: So that I don’t have to see your smug face.***

I smile.

***Me: What do I have to be smug about? Oh, you mean because I gave you multiple orgasms?

Wifey: Not multiple. Don’t you know women fake them sometimes?

Wait…what the fuck?

Me: What the hell you talking about, woman?

Wifey: Yeah, girls can fake it. Because dumb men are too cocky to notice.***

I narrow my eyes at the back of her head. She’s lying. Right?

***Me: Nice joke, Little Bee. I know your face when I make you come. None of them have ever been fake.

Wifey: Are you sure? Really think about it, Sawyer.***

No way…I think it over for a minute, but I can’t remember a time when she seemed to be faking it. She always seemed to be real about it. Shit…no. I’ve been with a lot of girls and they never left without coming. All of them seemed to enjoy it. So she has to be wrong. Just in case, I pull up my conversation with Zach.

*Me: Hey Bro. Does Poppy ever fake it with you? *

My leg is bouncing nervously, and I feel a twist in my gut. I’m good in bed. I know I am, so what the fuck? Why would she fake it? This is dumb. Why am I entertaining this?

*Bro: What the hell are you talking about?

Me: Bryn said girls can fake it! Like pretend they’ve come when they really haven’t!

Bro: What the fuck! Hold on…
*
I decide to check in with a few more people. Bishop has dated a few girls, so I ask him. Actually, I open a group chat with a few of the guys.

*Me: Yo! Did you guys know girls can fake their O?*

I hear a few of the guy's phones go off. Whatever they were arguing about seems to have passed, and now they’re all looking at each other and back at me.

*Mitch: What are you talking about? That’s not possible.

Dalton: WHAT?! Does that mean all the girls I’ve slept with have been lying this whole time?*

Poor kid.

*Me: Bryn says girls fake it.

Channing: Shit.

Dalton: So we could all be shit in bed and not know it?

Bishop: Like hell man! I’m a king and every girl I fuck knows it.

Me: Are you sure? There has never been one time you weren’t sure?

There’s a long pause, and all the guys go off.

Bishop: What the fuck, man? Why would you bring this up?

Dalton: I can’t believe this. They lie, they all lie.

Channing: Great, you broke the kid.*

*Me: You think I’m not freaking out about this? My wife just told me there’s a chance she’s been faking it this whole time! I mean, those puck bunnies could have been lying too! They hook-up with us to brag as much as we do!

Dalton: I think I’m going to be sick.

Bishop: Chill out Dalton, I’m sure the bunnies think you’re a good lover.

Me: Lover? That was a little weird.

Bishop: Don’t be an asshole. We’re all good in bed. End of discussion.

Dalton: But are we? I need to ask.

Bishop: Hell no! Don’t you dare text some girl and ask her! She’ll post that shit all over social media. Raven is just trying to mess with you. I’ve heard you at work, and the girls seem happy when they leave.

Channing: You listen in? What the fuck?

Bishop: No, I do not. But our rooms aren’t exactly soundproof. You’ve never heard him?

Channing: I never tried listening! That’s creepy man.

Me: This is getting a little off subject

Bishop: I wasn’t trying to listen. I was leaving to take a shower, and I heard a girl screaming his name. The girl had some pipes on her too. How did you not hear it?

Channing: I’m at the end of the hall, how would I?

Bishop: As I said…she had some pipes on her. Wait, I think you slept with her a few months ago. What was her name…

Dalton: Avery

Bishop: yeah! That chick is a screamer.

Dalton: Have you all slept with her?*

Poor kid. He thinks he made a love connection, but puck bunnies don’t do love connections just like we don’t. Well, some of us.

*Bishop: Yep

Channing: Sorry, bro. I think a few of the other guys did, too.

Dalton: Not Davis, right?

Bishop: …

Dalton: Fuck, this sucks.

Channing: Don’t worry bro, there are plenty of women to test out how good in bed you are.

Bishop: And if you ever need any pointers, I live right next door.

Bishop adds a winking face, and I hear Channing make a gagging sound.

Me: Okay, man. Are you planning on sitting in and giving critiques on his moves?

Bishop: That’s not a bad idea. Hey D, how comfortable are you about having an audience?

Dalton: What the fuck, man! No way!

Bishop: What’s the big deal? I’ve seen your junk plenty of times in the shower, and most of these bunnies have gotten around to me, so there’s nothing new there.

Channing: there is something seriously wrong with you.

Bishop: Why? I’m just a guy helping a player out.

Dalton: No. You’re not watching me have sex, you asshole. I don’t want your advice. I’m good in bed.

Bishop: Are you sure?

Dalton leans over and smacks Bishop in the back of the head, making him chuckle. I shake my head and open up my messages from Bryn.

Me: you started a mess.*

She sends me a winking face that’s blowing a heart or some shit. She knows what she’s done and my bet is she isn’t even sorry.