Page 9 of Intolerable Bishop

L: Not bad. The reno is going to take a couple months longer than anticipated, but we should be up and running by Christmas. Nash is livid, but when is he not?

I snorted. That was the truth.

T: He’ll get over it. You going to any games?

L: There is a high stakes tourney in a couple days. I have an invite, but I know one of the players going is shady as fuck, so I think I’ll pass unless he drops.

T: Wise.

L: You going to check out the racing scene in Canada while you’re there?

Sighing, I thought about the races I was supposed to be in this summer, and they all would’ve been slam dunks to win.

T: Guess I could. Not like I have much else to do.

A coyote howling in the distance, and the flicker of light from the homes scattered around the countryside screamed how far out in the middle of nowhere we were.

L: What do you have to lose? If you need a bike, let me know. I’ll pay for it from here to keep your name off any Canadian purchases.

I really felt like making a snide comment about him being a Sugar Daddy, but then I’d never see the bike if I needed it. Wasn’t as fun to tease him when I couldn’t see the look of disgust on his face.

T: Always thinking.

L: Did you expect anything less?

T: Not really. You going to party while I’m gone?

L: Is that your not-so-subtle way of asking if I’m planning on hooking up with anyone?

Fuck I hated how he called me out with his straight-talking, no-nonsense questions. He was the one person who could see any bullshit I tossed out. Then he would pick it up and throw it right back in my face. It was annoying and also why we worked.

T: I didn’t say that, but now that you mention it…

L: Uh huh. No, I don’t have any plans. What about you?

T: Don’t know. I guess I could find some hot hockey players. I mean, they’re supposed to be all over this country. See if he knows how to use his stick properly.

L: You know what happened the last time you decided to poke at my jealous streak.

Oh, I remembered. It wasn’t so much that Liam got jealous. He didn’t like not being in control. Which worked well since he was hot as fuck when he was giving orders. I’d admit that Liam ordering me onto my knees had gotten me off more than once.

T: I remember. I also remember you saying that the make up was incredible.

L: I see…I was going to tell you all about how I’m laying here naked, stroking my cock as I think about you. But now I’m just going to turn off my phone. Night, Theo.

T: Don’t you fucking dare.

T: Liam?

T: Hello?

T: Asshole.

I tossed my phone down on my lap, my mind instantly playing over what he could be doing right now. Such an alphahole. No wonder he and Nash got along. Standing, I looked down at the semi I was sporting and swore. Not fair. Then again, when the hell did Liam ever play fair? Pulling my hoodie down to cover the distinct bulge, I marched for the door.

MAY 14 – SUNDAY 2:30 AM

Nash