Good to know, maybe I will kill you with my magical pussy and then your plan would be ruined.
The typing indicator appears and disappears several times, as if he’s starting and stopping his response. Finally, a message comes through:
#Notaserialkiller
I couldn’t think of a better way to go. Unless I also had a cock in my ass at the same time.
Holy shit, why does the thought of that turn me on? Not the killing, but him being the meat in the sandwich. I have done some questionable things with Levi and Landon, but I was always the meat. They loved sharing, but not each other. That would be some Jerry Springer shit.
Maskedsnack
Leave it with me. I have a couple of friends who owe me, but I need to find the right incentive.
#Notaserialkiller
***Picture message***
Holy shitballs, this guy is fucking hot. Not Levi and Landon douchebag hot, buttake him home to your parents and then sneak into the laundry room and suck his cockgorgeous.
Maskedsnack
This better not be some elaborate catfish situation.
#Notaserialkiller
It’s not, I promise that is really me.
Maskedsnack
Good because you are freaking gorgeous. I don’t know if I am even in your league.
#Notaserialkiller
I’m sure you are beautiful. I guess it’s just lucky you will have a mask on so I will never know.
Maskedsnack
No, you won’t.
I set my phone down and lie back on my bed, my mind spinning. Where the hell did this guy come from, and why am I so excited to blackmail Levi and Landon into helping me out?
Chapter Seven
Levi
Spending time with Abby has made me realize how much I missed having her in my life. Am I hurt that she ghosted us? A little, but let’s be real; I was surrounded by puck bunnies throwing themselves at me when I was twenty, and my cock liked gorgeous women, so it was a recipe for disaster. Would I have cheated on her? I would love to say no because I was raised with morals, and I have a scary younger sister, Leila. She would have castrated me—or worse, made me spend time with her husband, Jagger. That guy is certifiably crazy and obsessed with being my friend.
He was my college hockey rival, and we threw hands more times than I can count. We still do when we’re on the ice. It’s the only time my sister allows it, and it feels good to smack him in his face. Off the ice, he’s my sister’s husband, and my niece and nephew’s father. And I have to give him credit where credit is due: he’s good at both.
I stroll into Landon’s room without bothering to knock, something I’ve done since we were kids. He’s slouched on his bed, and it’s obvious what he’s been doing.
“Put your cock away, I’m bored,” I say, flopping onto the chair in the corner.
“No, get the fuck out of my room,” Landon fires back, not even embarrassed that I caught him playing with his cock.
“What are you two up to?” Abby says as she walks in, then stops in her tracks as her gaze lands on Landon’s lap. “Oh. Well, it’s been a while since I saw your dick. What are we masturbating to?”
As she glances toward the TV screen, Landon pauses it, and it freezes on the side profile of a younger Tate in the middle of a shot on goal. Looks like he’s been watching an old recording of one of our college games against Tate’s team. Interesting.
