Jason's POV

“Babe, it's me again. Penelope.” The blonde-haired girl chirps as soon as I make my way inside the hockey house.

Her face tells me a lot of things. 1, I've fucked her before. 2, she's eager for more.

I scoff and turn away before she gets to me. I don't know what's up with me these days. If it's not a certain brunette that pushes people away, it's hard to get a hard-on.

Which is a fucking issue. I used to love my girls bare and easy to convince.

“Jason, this one's for ...