“Hey, asshole!”
My eyes narrow immediately as I look up at the boy from the hallway, who’s now standing at my side. My lips part slightly at his goddamn audacity.
“Not sure what crawled up your ass, but don’t ever throw my things again.”
My eyes stay focused on the boy as I snap my pencil from squeezing it. “Better move before your neck is next.”
His eyes widen for a second, then he glares, a lopsided smirk on his face as the seriously dumb fucker drops into the seat right next to me and opens his notebook.
My fists clench, and I’m about to grab this tool by the collar and fling him five rows behind me when the professor cuts me off. “Mr. Petrov, I suggest you focus on the lesson unless you intend on sitting in the stands for the next game.”
As if that would ever happen.
But still. Not taking any chances. My goal is to get signed by an NHL team.
And the little mouse next to me isn’t a rung to step on.
So, he’s worthless.
Not worth another second of my attention.
Chapter 3
Alexei
Viktor, Jackson, and I walk up the stone pathway toward the large double oak doors of Walsh’s parents’ place. Or estate. The fucking gargantuan house looks more like a modern castle and it’s packed already.
Walsh’s parties draw more motherfucking students than most frat parties, and most of them are smart enough to keep their drunk asses away from us.
Unless we’re in need of a toy or three.
Nothing like a mouth to rail to take the edge off.
But leave it to my fucking cousin to palm some kid’s head and smash it into the wall for almost running into him the moment we walk through the door.
Viktor looks at me and smirks. “Dumbass just learned his lesson. See me coming, move.”
We head into the large family room with ceiling to floor windows. Walsh is sitting on a sectional, a glass with amber alcohol in hand as some redhead kneels between his legs and sucks his dick. “Nice of you assholes to make it.”
I walk to the bar and pour myself some Johnny, then flop onto the couch. “Fucking Jackson and his damn hair routine took forever.”
“Think I want to look like I just rolled out of bed?” Jackson kicks my foot to get by.
I snort. “Well, you did.”
Viktor leans against the bar. “How many did he fuck at once this time?”
I hold up three fingers.
Zach Knight, our other top defenseman, strolls in, shaking his head with a grin as he comes over. “Surprised your dick hasn’t fallen off yet,” he says as casually as asking about the weather.
My cousin and Knight stare at each other as Knight takes a seat next to me. Something happened between them at some point, but Viktor won’t talk.
And Knight keeps his business to himself. He even becomes threatening if someone pries too much.
I turn back to Walsh and watch as the girl sucks him harder. What I would give to have my cock in a warm mouth right now.
Besides this show, I walked in on Jackson . . . more like, cockblocked him and kicked the girls out so we weren’t late.
