Tucker’s bedroom door bursts open, and it’stotal chaos.
A feathered bolt of lightning darts toward the bed with Nash and Colsen hot on her heels. Or maybe feet is the more correct term since I’m talking about Baety.
The duck flaps her wings and lands between me and Tucker.
I’m taken by surprise and I lose my balance at the same time as Tucker lets go of my hair.
It all happens in the blink of an eye. As I face plant onto Tucker’s dark gray comforter, Nash and Colsen jump on the bed trying to grab Baety.
Tucker is just as surprised as I am, and when he told me he was close, he must have really meant it because he’s too far gone to stop his orgasm.
He comes. All over Nash and Colsen.
“Fuck!” they both yell, horrified but unable to move out of the way to avoid being the stars of an impromptu bukkake.
Baety nestles herself in Tucker’s arms. Rather than her usual quack, she emits a raspy, distressed hiss.
“Jeez,” Nash scowls. “Next time you jizz, aim away from my face. And my suit. Now I have to go change.”
“Ditto.” Colsen shudders, grabbing one end of the top sheet to wipe his face and chest.
Tucker glares at his two best friends. “Maybe next time, you two should knock before you interrupt my good luck ritual. And don’t act as if you had never seen me come before.”
Colsen flips him off. “The difference is that usually when we see you come, we’re not far off from doing the same or we just came ourselves. This is not my idea of a good time.”
“Besides, you shouldn’t blame us for the interruption.You should blame that wretched animal.” Nash points an accusatory finger at Baety.
Tucker bristles at the accusation. “Hey. Baety is a good baby… for the most part. Can I know why in the ever loving fuck you two were engaging in a wild goose chase? Or should I say a wild duck chase?” He pets the duck. “Aren’t you daddy’s wild little duckling? My little sweet Baety?”
“Cut it out, Tucker.” Nash snaps. “If you knew why we were chasing her, you wouldn’t be so loving right now.”
“Nash is right.” Colsen backs him up. “That duck is a little thieving thief.”
Tucker rolls his eyes. “Relax, you two. Baety has a little underwear fetish, but ninety percent of the time she steals mine. And I don’t see any underwear in her beak.”
“That’s because she didn’t steal any underwear this time.” Colsen scowls at Baety, who makes the same hissing noise she made a second ago.
“But she has something in her mouth.” I chime in. “That’s why she’s making that weird noise rather than quacking.”
Nash crosses his arms over his chest. “Exactly. And I need it back, or she’s gonna make us late to the arena. Coach is gonna have a heart attack if we’re late to game seven of the Stanley Cup final.”
The excitement in the air is a palpable entity. All three of my guys have had a record breaking rookie season with the Los Angeles Gladiators.
Colsen started his season in Pasadena, but he secured a trade after a handful of games thanks to a lucky break. Reunited with Nash and Tucker, the three of them have been unstoppable.
“Whatever she took,” Tucker continues to pet Baety,holding her protectively to his chest. “There’s no need to scare her.”
“You wouldn’t say that if you knew what she took. We can’t go to the arena without it.” Nash argues.
Tucker doesn’t budge. “I don’t understand why this is such a big deal. Whatever it is, we’ll get it back. Right Baety? And Taryn can help. Baety won’t bite her. I’m gonna pet her to get her to relax and Taryn can get whatever it is out of Baety’s mouth.”
“No!” they both yell, their eyes wide as if Tucker had just suggested I jump out of the window of our penthouse apartment. “She can’t. It’s too… dangerous.”
“Guys,” Tucker looks confused. “What’s gotten into you? What could Baety have that’s so important that we can’t go to the game without…”
Some kind of understanding must dawn on Tucker because his eyes widen too.
“Ah, there he is.” Nash glares at Tucker. “Now you know what she has?”
