He’s not going to find the reason why my entire world has been rocked, because I’m not going to tell him.
“Make sure you present yourself to Human Resources tomorrow. You need to tell them about your currentrelationship. Marilyn has a bone she won’t let go of, and wants him to attend any dates you attend,” I grunt.
I’m sure I could have couched that in a softer way. Instead, I ignore the draining of any color in his face as I find a seat up front and plant my ass in it. If I have to be miserable, at least I can share the love.
Why did it have to be her?
7
SANTO
“He said what?” I ask, my fingers digging into Levon’s shoulder. I was right when I said it was a grueling game, and now that I’m home, I’m helping Levon with his pain levels.
He’s wound up tightly from his muscles tightening every time he was slammed against the boards.
“I’m going to need you to take a hot bath after this,” I mutter.
“You’re not listening to me,” he complains, groaning when I push my thumb into a particularly stubborn knot.
“Yeah, I am,” I grunt. “I’m just having trouble paying attention when you’re being a feral fuck nugget of pain. Get up and go lay down on the bed.”
“Kinky and also kind of traumatizing,” he says, standing to pad over to the bedroom. It’s so fucking late, but he won’t be able to sleep if I can’t relax him.
Away games are rough because of the bus rides where asses tend to fall asleep from staying in the same position. All of this, along with the game, are working against Levon’s body.
Stripped down to his boxers, he lays on my bed, waiting for my special treatment. We aren’t at work, which means that I can end this with a blow job if I want.
With Levon? I always want to suck his dick now that I’ve had a taste.
Opening the nightstand drawer, I find my massage oil and crawl onto the bed. Levon shivers as he hears the pop of the bottle opening, and I inhale his cinnamon roll scent. I’ve never loved sweets, not until now.
I’m completely addicted to him.
Pouring oil into my hands, I toss the closed bottle on the bed spread and rub it between my hands before continuing to work on his shoulder.
“Fuck me, Santo,” he groans.
“I think that’s why we’re in trouble,” I murmur, enjoying his snort of amusement. “So we need to go to Human Resources tomorrow. I’m probably going to lose my job.”
“What?” Levon attempts to turn, and I press his head back into the mattress, using my fingers to massage his scalp so he’ll be a good boy for me.
“I won’t fuck you after this if you’re difficult,” I warn him.
“Ugh, you’re so mean. You’re also not going to lose your job. The team has less players on the bench due to injuries since you’ve joined the staff,” he says, his voice muffled by the comforter. “They’ve been implementing your advice for more low impact endurance training in between games too. They aren’t going to fire you.”
“I broke a major stipulation in my contract,” I sigh. “I’m not allowed to be involved with a player.”
“Not unless I go to Human Resources and explain that I couldn't help myself,” he confirms. “That’s what I plan to say. We’re in a committed relationship with each other.”
“Are we?” I tease him, feeling lightheaded by the conversation. I don’t know how to be serious about this without losing my shit. I meant it when I told the coach that we haven’t had this conversation.
I’m straddling his ass, the heel of my hand working out a really deep knot as Levon winces.
“Yeah, baby. I’m definitely calling you Daddy at least once tonight, and I may even do it in Spanish if you’re lucky,” he says, his pelvis rocking against the mattress.
“Stop pleasuring yourself while I’m massaging you,” I groan, pinching his ass. I can’t quite manage a spank in this position. “What the fuck are we going to tell Elsie?”
“I think packs are formed with the people who they have connections with, and there are no rules for that,” he says. “I’ve never wanted to establish a pack before. You know that I like my privacy, and it’s difficult for me to spend any real time with others. Lately, I haven’t even wanted to hang out with anyone on the team either.”
