“Sorry, I didn’t mean to blurt that out. Thanks for telling me, Reggie.”
I ran back upstairs to grab the Warriors’ contact sheet fromthe pile of papers I’d received after the first practice. Grabbing a pen from Theo’s desk, I jotted down Quincy’s number on a piece of paper and placed it in the side pocket of my duffel.
Cody and Rafael would be at the house any minute, so I didn’t have time to call Quincy. My hope was that I could call him on a payphone. Theo mentioned that there’d be no service up there, but maybe I could go to a little store and use a landline or something.
The fact that Quincy was worried meant a lot to me. I also imagined he was having a challenging time with all of this, too. If people were commenting hateful things on all of the posts about us, then Quincy was seeing it. That was a lot to handle for anyone who might be gay in NCAA hockey.
Hopefully, he was okay, but I would make a point of figuring out a way to call him while on the trip. A car horn caught my attention, and I looked out the front door window to see Cody and Rafael parked out front.
“Theo! They’re here.”
Theo ran down the stairs with his bag. “Thank God.” Then he leaned close and whispered, “I don’t care if we have to do it in the damn woods again, I need to fuck you the minute we get there.”
Woof.That boy was reading my mind. Throughout it all, in the back of my mind, tucked away behind the dread and tension, was the memory of how good it felt having Theo’s tongue in my ass.
“That is at the top of the agenda,” I whispered back.
“Mmm, fuck Asher. I can’t wait.”
I couldn’t wait either, and I practically sprinted to the car so we could hit the road as soon as possible.
Chapter 26
Theo
I wasn’t quite sure how four hockey players were going to fit in that tiny A-frame, but I also didn’t care that much. I sat on the couch with Asher’s head in my lap as Rafael blew up an inflatable mattress that looked like it could cover the floor of the entire cabin. The wood paneling and bright orange hue of the rug and sofa reminded me of my grandma’s basement. It all felt very retro, like we were gonna pull out some psychedelic drugs and listen toThe Doorsor something.
“Is this going to fit, Rafael? I thought you said you checked the size?” Cody asked.
The machine that Rafael was using to blow up the mattress was deafening, so he just looked at Cody, pointed to his ear, and shrugged.
The whole car ride up to the cabin, those two bickered like an old married couple. It was honestly kind of cute. I glanced over to Asher a few times to see him smiling from ear to ear. Asher needed to see gay couples being happy together. Our relationship was a whirlwind of emotions, trauma, and scandal. I was really hoping Asher would see that, in time,we could be just as typical as Cody and Rafael were together. Which was saying something considering they were freaking stepbrothers.
“There!” Rafael turned off the machine to look at the mattress. “Well, she’s big. Think we can fit, babe?” he asked Cody.
Cody flopped on top of it. “Seems sturdy enough,” he said while tapping the mattress with his hand. “And if it deflates in the night, we’ll just sleep on the sofa.”
Asher sat up on the couch and asked, “Are you sure you don’t want us to take the air mattress? It feels wrong having us stay in the bedroom.”
It was super sweet of them to let us have the bedroom. There was only one, hence the reason for an air mattress in the middle of the living room. “Yeah, we’d be fine down here,” I said.
“No, no, no guests don’t sleep on air mattresses. You get the bedroom, and we’ll take this,” Cody wiggled on the mattress, which caught Rafael’s attention.
“Mmm, Angel, your ass looks amazing when you wiggle it like that.”
Rafael looked feral. Asher and I turned to each other, a knowing look shared between the two of us. “Is it cool if we lie down for a minute upstairs?” I asked.
“More than cool,” Rafael said, never taking his eyes off Cody, who looked over his shoulder at Rafael with a look that screamed, “let’sreallysee how strong this mattress is.”
Oh boy.It was good, though, because I needed my dick inside Asher as soon as possible.
Asher walked up the stairs leading to the bedroom. His perfect ass was right in my face as I followed, so I grabbed his hips and pushed my face into the crease of his ass.
Asher released a startled gasp that morphed into a low moan. “The scene of the crime,” he said with a hint of sarcasm in his voice.
I leaned back and said, “Guilty as charged, officer.”
Asher rubbed the back of my head and whispered, “I can’t stop thinking about how good your tongue felt inside me. I need it again, Theo. Please.”
