We spend a good amount of time together now, but we’re always so wrung out with hockey that there isn’t a whole lot of talking and getting to know each other. So much of it is simple intimacy. Not always sex but being physically close while we lose ourselves in the presence of the other. Sometimes, there’s talk, but often, it’s just quiet.
I’m not expecting company, so when my doorbell rings, I glance down the hall with a frown. I don’t like being dropped in on. It’s certainly one of my least favorite things unless it’s Dasan, but then, he wouldn’t ring the bell. He’d let himself in.
Getting to my feet, I head for the door. My hand is on the door and I’m opening it when my phone buzzes with a notification. I pause in opening the door because now I think I have an issue. Sure enough, Dasan’s text demands another dick pic.
Fuck. Panic races through me as I swing the door open, in a hurry to get rid of whoever is there. I’m not expecting Trent Seagrave, so I simply stare at him.
When I coached for New York, I lived in the condo across the hall from Trent, and we hung out often. He’s a cool guy. I’d go so far as to say that he’s one of my greatest friends.
But right now, we’re a long way from NYC, and panic surges through me.I’m going to be punished.Grabbing Trent’s arm, I haul him inside and slam the door shut behind me. “Be right back,” I say, then rush down the hall to my bedroom. I shove my pants out of the way and take a quick shot of my cock.
It’s barely hard since panic is still coursing through me as I send it. As soon as it goes through, I call Dasan.
“Your picture is late,” he says as he answers.
“I’m sorry. My doorbell rang just as you texted. I got away as soon as I could, but it’s my friend. I wasn’t expecting him. I’m sorry,” I babble.
“Woah, Shiv,” Dasan says, voice low and soothing. “Breathe, sweetheart.”
I take a deep breath.
“No punishment. It’s okay.”
“But… I broke the rules,” I say miserably.
“You did,” he agrees. “Maybe half a punishment. No more pics until your friend leaves. Call me when he does.”
“Okay, Alpha.”
“Enjoy your visit, sweetheart.”
“Do I need to stay hard while he’s here?”
Dasan chuckles. “No, baby. But be ready to be hard as soon as he walks out.”
“Yes, Alpha. Thank you.”
“Mm. Go have fun.”
I feel like I’m being sent off to a playdate, but either way, I thank my alpha again and take a breath as the phone call ends. Fuck. I spend a minute taking several deep breaths to get myself together, then I pull my pants back up and turn for the door.
Shit. Trent has never seen me nearly lose my mind.
With another cleansing breath, I head out of my bedroom. Trent is standing at the juncture to all the main rooms of my house, hands in his pockets, as he looks around. Maybe looking for where I disappeared to in such a hurry.
“Was I expecting you?” I ask, and he turns to meet my eyes.
He’s looking at me with concern. Yep, I deserve that. “No,” he says. “Are you okay?”
“Yes, I’m sorry.”
Even though he nods, Trent isn’t convinced. “Are you sure?” His eyes search the dark hall behind me. “Are you being held hostage or something?”
“Why do you think I’m being held hostage and not doing the holding?” I counter.
He smirks. “Fair question. I suppose your obvious panic could go either way. You have a girl tied up in your room? You can’t turn that question around.”
I sigh. “No. What’s up, Trent? You’re a long way from home.” I approach him and give him a hug. “Good to see you.”
