CHAPTER 13
Paxon
Something feels off tonight.
Like the energy in the air is tainted with something I can’t name but can definitely feel.
“Minnesota is going down tonight,” Hen says, clapping my shoulder as he finishes putting on his shin guards. “I can feel it.”
“At least one of us is feeling good.”
“What’s up, man? Is it Boone?”
Blowing out a breath, I sort of nod and shake my head at that same time. “I don’t fucking know. I think something’s going on with him, but he’s acting like everything’s fine.”
“Why do you think that?”
“He says he has this job and they’re sending him out of town for a project.” I shrug. “Doesn’t ring true. I’m worried it’s something illegal or dangerous.”
Hen frowns. “Sorry, man. I know he worries you, but…” His words trail off as he scrunches his nose.
“I know. He’s an adult and I need to let him do what he does, but fuck, he’s my last relative and I promised…” I rub my forehead. “Anyway, for the next few hours I need to push it back and focus on the game.”
“You’ll figure it out.”
I sure hope so. We need to win this next game to keep our playoff chances alive, and I can’t let my team down. It’s just that my head is a fucking mess.
Once my gear is on, I check my phone one last time, hoping Boone will suddenly tell me he made it back in time for the game so I can see his face and know that he’s okay. I have a text, but it’s not from my brother. It’s from Wraith.
All it says is ‘Good luck tonight,’ but it triggers a calming response in me. Could he help?
Me: Thanks. I’m in my fucking head tonight. I hope I play well.
Wraith: What’s wrong?
Me: Just some shit I’m dealing with.
Wraith: You can unload it on me if you want to. I’ll carry it for you.
My body tingles reading his words. That’s not what we are to each other. We fuck around and that’s it. In a few weeks, this whole thing will cool off and I’ll never see him again. Just like all my relationships.
Still, it’s nice. I could use an ear to bend but I’m not ready to talk about Boone minutes before a game starts.
Me: Maybe later. I need to get out of my head right now.
I see the dots pop up but it takes several seconds before his message comes through, and when it does, my breath catches.
Wraith: Think about me and all the things I’ll do to you later for helping your team win the game. Think about how good it feels when I bend you over and put my dick in your perfect ass. Think about letting everything go except your pleasure. That’s waiting for you. Your reward for a job well done.
Jesus, this man. My cock immediately hardens, and I gotta say, it fucking worked. Now all I can think about is getting dicked down after the game.
Me: And if we don’t win?
Wraith: Then we’ll both be disappointed.
Ooh, that stings. I don’t want him to be disappointed in me. Fuck, how does this guy twist me up like this?
Wraith: So be a good D-man and do what you do best. Your reward is me.
