“Really?”
“Yeah. I think we were both responsible in different ways, and while he blew it up, neither of us had been happy for a while. He didn’t have to go to such extremes, but I should have been more self-aware. So, maybe it’s more sixty-forty his way than all mine.”
“Bloody hell, you are finally listening! Thank fuck, because I wasn’t sure how many more times I could say it without wanting to throttle you.” There was a pause. Then he added, “Did anyone else say something?”
“No, just you.” I felt bad for lying to him, but I was already in a hole. I might as well stay there.
“Okay,” he said. “What’re your plans for the evening?”
“Not sure,” I said, pulling the car onto my street and frowning when I saw a different car parked outside my flat. But it was one I recognised. “Get some food, watch some TV.”
“E, you okay? Did something happen?”
“No, someone’s parked in my spot.” I glanced along the pavement and smiled, my heart skipping when I caught sight of a familiar figure leaning against the wall in loose shorts, his mullet fluffy from its post-match wash. “Hey, Shane, can I call you back later?”
“Yeah, sure, is something wrong?”
“No, nothing’s wrong. I’ve just remembered I’ve got the work phone in my bag, and I need to send a load of stuff to Adam for editing. He’s messaging me about it.”
“No worries. Message me later and we’ll catch up. Oh, and I’m going to send you photos of those cabinets because I need your opinion.”
“Sure, sounds good. Love you.”
I hung up once Shane had said goodbye and pulled my car into a free spot a little further down the road, grabbing my bag off the seat and resisting the urge to run back up the street.
Instead I strolled leisurely, my hand shading my face against the low sun, a smile crossing my lips as I watched Danny notice me. His expression brightened and he stepped away from the wall, hands in his pockets. If he had a tail, I was sure it would’ve been wagging furiously. “Fancy seeing you here, puppy,” I said, unable to stop myself from leaning down to give him a kiss.
“Yeah, I got this voice note from this sexy old guy about coming over. Something about a reward?”
“I see, and you’re here to collect it?”
“Duh, I fucking deserve it.”
“Do you now?”
“Yeah.” He grinned and grabbed the front of my shirt, pulling me in for another kiss. “And I know what I want too.”
“And what’s that?” I asked, nipping his lip playfully.
He looked up at me with wide, needy eyes. “Your dick in my arse. I need you to fuck me, Ezra.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Danny
As soon asI’d heard the wordscome over, I’d known there was nowhere else I wanted to spend my evening.
Fuck recovery and stretching and relaxing and everything else I’d normally do after a match. I’d survive without it. But I wouldn’t survive without knowing what it felt like to have Ezra’s cock inside me.
“Please,” I said, gazing up into his eyes hopefully. “I don’t want to wait any longer. And you said you’d give me a reward! This is what I want, and since I played so well, I should get to decide what it is.”
Ezra let out a low chuckle, the sound going straight to my dick. “Who said that? Surely, if I’m the one giving out the reward, I get to decide what it is?”
“But what if it’s something I don’t want? I want to choose.”
“Don’t be such a brat,” he said, a fondness to his words that made my chest fizzle weirdly.
“Yeah, but you like it when I’m a brat.”
