“What was it you were saying about the next thirty-six hours, Huston?”
“Nothing, Coach. Nothing at all.”
“That’s what I thought.”
I waited for him to leave, but he stood stock still. Waiting for Aiden, if I had to hazard a guess.
“Mercer, I’ll think about that play you mentioned and get back to you.”
His back faced Huston, hiding him smirking and licking his lips, while his eyes fell to my crotch. He bit his lip, then said, “Thanks, Coach. I’m sure the play will get us where we want and need to be.”
God fucking damn.
“I’m sure it will,” I replied. “You guys have fun. Keep each other safe and out of trouble.”
“Will do, Coach!” Huston yelled, grabbing Aiden by the arm and dragging him away. His eyes still burned with need, making me want to strip him bare and fuck his tight little ass raw.
Raw.
Fuck my boy raw and breed his ass until my cum ran out of his hole, coating his thighs. A deep shiver of need surged through me, shaking me to my core. That little exchange just now edged too damn close to something we knew damn sure we shouldn’t… couldn’t do.
Hawk whined next to me. I shoved away everything else, squatting down to Hawk’s level. I ruffled his fur, dropping my forehead to his while my cock protested and begged me to chase down Aiden and bury myself balls deep.
“You ready to play, buddy?”
Hawk’s bark echoed across the ice and empty rink. I stood, grabbing the bucket of toys Elliott Nichols kept under the bench for Hawk. Elliott surprised me at every turn. He put everyequipment guy I’d ever met to shame. He anticipated our needs and wants almost before we even realized we had them.
I tossed a few of the pucks out onto the ice. Hawk sat next to me, waiting patiently. When I stepped on the ice, Hawk followed. I lined up on a puck and smacked it.
“Go get it, Hawk!”
He shot forward, his tongue lolling out of the side of his mouth as he chased after the puck. I spun around, skating laps around the rink first one way, then the other, repeating the motion forward and backward. Hawk took the cue, chasing me. He ran circles around me on dry land, but on the ice, I stayed with him.
We were still playing when the guys from the team and the coaches finished changing and left with a wave. Once the building went silent, except for Hawk’s happy yapping and panting, I skated over to the bench to look at my phone.
Ace
Midnight?
Dusty
I’ll be waiting.
THIRTY-FOUR
AIDEN
Falling down drunk didn’t interest me, but most of my teammates, along with more than twenty or thirty other students bouncing around the upper floor of the dorm, could be used as examples of that description. From my spot in the recliner, I watched people in various states of dress and undress sit, lie, and stand about, talking amongst themselves. Music blared so loudly I seriously doubted if they could hear what the other person said.
This scene held zero interest for me. I liked things orderly, and this was so far from orderly it wasn’t even in the same galaxy. Sighing, I turned back to the video game I’d spent most of the night playing, hoping and praying people would leave me alone.
“There you are!” someone yelled, only for the crowd in our room to yell back.
Something told me to look up. What I couldn’t say, but when I did, I got a face and lap full of gas. My hands, still curled around the game controller, were trapped under some guy’s ass.
“Umm… someone’s sitting here already, in case you didn’t notice.”
The guy spun his backside around so his legs draped over the arms of the chair, and before I could protest any further, his arms snaked around my neck like a starving python set on squeezing the life from me. I pulled my hands from under him, gasping when his lips locked on mine. He invaded my mouth with his tongue, thrusting it in and out while sucking at my lips.
